It rises from the lead mountain like a... like a... hungry and rather upset wingy-thing.
It feels real good when I finish one of those minis I
love too much to dare to paint. I may not have done it justice, but it's done and it's mine.


This beauteous hunk of resin sat on the shelf, daring me to do something with it for far too long.

Couldn't figure out how I wanted to do the wings.
That was my excuse for not simply getting on with this mini...

Now it can finally do its thing in the great game.