The bow she had spared with, aging before her, its usefulness, diminishing.
an armada of ineffectual blows, her experiences before this battle, void
she recalls the screams unknown to her, the ones close to her.
that time 10 years ago, when balance erupted and the gates of despair swung open, claiming the innocence of this society.
that scar on her memory met her eyes, many pupils gazed ravenously in return, muscles twitching, limbs, slithering ever nearer.
Desperation fuels their movements
was it for Blood?
for were these not the faces she recalled with love? back when the world had sense?
they were contaminated, drenched, perverted beings…
wrenched from the plane beyond
torturing the beating hearts they odiously lusted
they were known as the Revenants…
in all seriousness, i might need to redo this drawing.
tracing is preferable:P its kinda sloppy, but i still like it:D
it’s no tamblr on tumblr though:P
drawing. story from the game she comes from, i just…tried to make it more impacting, the game being a little devoid in that department.
it could’ve been so much better:P