Benjamin finally got his first look at the Animus. He felt an instinctive shiver of fear and loathing run down his spine as he gazed at the creature. Oddly enough, he felt as though he should know this…thing…as it sat there on the raised dais before him, as if there was some sense of recognition concerning this creature, even though Benjamin knew that he had never seen anything like the Animus in this world or any other.

Sometimes things just come to me. I mean, as an artist sometimes inspiration can come out of the blue. Other times, I may need some help....