He was close enough to just make out the giant driver. Its grim, pale face was framed beneath the permanent snarl of a long dead bear. Dark eyes regarded Jotham’s plight, dark and dead as the animal cowl’s, dark as gun bores. The polar bear’s pelt was as natural a fit as if it still rode on the gargantuan shoulder’s of its previous owner.
Monstrumführer
Edward M. Erdelace

Happy Birthday to:
Michael Zigerlig