He liked listening to the wind. And the rain - it washed off the dirt that settled on him from the city, gooey like tar end smelling... interestingly. He also liked the pigeons, that came to visit during the day: only the quick ones came more than once, the little critters were manky but tasty.


But his favourites were those ladies and gentlemen that paid their visit during nightime. Chasing these thieves across the roofs and, thanks to gravity, down to the ground was what he lived for.



Figure is RawArt's Blutstone, a bit beefed up and equipped with some pieces of armour.

Painterly version conversed with Fotosketcher.