Just because I wanna do -present for Pahgiz x3

I haven't drawn them for a long, long time. It's been like... oh year again.. last time I drawed them was only half a year.. whoopseydoopsey or whatever x3

Anyhoo they're reading.. yeah sort of relaxing habit they have after sending souls to heaven or hell. Kit(squirrel) ofcourse can't stay quiet for long so she's waving her legs & reading a book with pictures. It has to have at least some or Kit wouldn't read it at all... or so have I heard x3

Carson looks like a young boy here.. uh why can't I draw mah own character to look as they should..

Blah, nothing moar about that, ask if ya want to know smthing.

Carson's story: How I died

It was some year in 1600 -sencury, I don't anymore remember the exact time, in America anyway.
So yeah, I was a bounty hunter, it's like a cowboy but hunts people for munny(money).

I had just got my last payment, just riding peacefully towards next town, crossing the lands of indians (they live everywere).
Then I saw them, bunch of Tuscarora indians watching me, going to attack, so I tried to make my horse run faster... little too late.

They started to yell their war cries and chased me, I wouldn't have anything to worry if they'd been panchee's or lakota's, but now I had to run for my life! I saw a rock ahead and headed there. (by a rock I mean those big rockhills we have there)

I dodged as many arrows as I could, but my dear Batty -my horse- got shot, and died immediately.
Just a second more and we could have reached the rocks. I ate dust, got up and tried to crap my guns which had flew nearby and ran towards the rockhill. The hill wasn't so high, only about 26 ft', but it would give me an advantage for a while. (At least I would see all of them until they would start to climb too)

I had two revolvers, both full of ammos. One from my grandpa and other I had won in poker or ordinary baccarad as some call it (card game).
I started to shoot, and did got some of those red devils! But then first gun jammed, I throw it away -most stupid thing I have ever done- and swithed to other gun.

The gun I throw away, hitted a rock behind me and fired that one last bullet, straight into my head.
I died, but that's not the end of the story, no not at all!

You see, when I died, some creeps called the leaders or whatever Death Gods who decide what to do with your soul, started to argue about the way I died.
I don't know how, but they ended up with the result that I had committed a suicide! Can you believe that? Me, who just had fought for my life against freaking Tuscarora indians, made a suicide in a situation which I definitely would have won!? ... just great!

So I ended up being a death god, who takes the sould to the "other world"... It has actually been bretty entertaining, and I was pleased when I got a change to search some other clothes! I mean, who the hell make up that we would have to wear only a cloak? Geez!

Some higher death god showed me how to take care of my duties, taking souls to the right place at the same time etc. and when I got it, which happened quite soon, I was introduced to my "new and forever" partner Kit Iwasa.

Our team's name is Oden -dunno what it means, maybe food? We have get along bretty well, it's actually quite fun to be with Kit. She has that "inner child" switched on all the time, so I have to take care she won't do anything stupid. Actually without her I'ld definitely have bored to death bretty soon. She makes life interesting and is great company while travelling.

The end of the small history of Carson Wolfeye----

Carson Wolfeye(panther) (c) Rimani
Kit Iwasa(ADHD squirrel) (c) Pahgiz

Used ink & markers, lots of them