Those eyes watch over you and crosses his arms, powerful, eyes glaring yellow in the rising full moon over head. The smokey, slightly oil smell of exhaust comes from the near by Honda Rebel bike he is leaning up against.
"Want to go for a ride?" he grins, wickedly. You're not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Did this more or less as a test. Not the best work I've done I'll admit but I wanted to get some sort of art out there, mostly to prove I wasn't dead. LOL