Some kind of energy swirled about him, pulling him, stretching him. A low growl rolled up from him as he flung out a hand to grasp it, to bend it to his will...
Yeah. Pretty bad stuff today. Spent most of the day in a total haze of near-sleep, which is conducive to anxiety attacks but not to drawing. I got into a bad mental loop where I spent a lot of time on an idea that refused to work for me, then eventually gave up and squeezed this out.
I totally needed to have Kirby dots of energy swirling all around it. Maybe next time.