
Chief Weketo, the long ruling chief of M'deia, two hundred and thirty-five years, to be exact. A king, if you will. One who is never questioned, one who is respected among all, the one who lead the underwater tribes to safety after the destruction and ruin of their previous home. But is his past truly clean of secrets? Or could he be the one to blame for the death of his own son and the mother of his unborn grandchild?- This is how I'd pictured Chief Weketo to look, adding some gills, scales, a fin mohawk, barnacle pointed shoulders and emerald green skin of course!
Published on November 27, 2017 22:36