#dreave

[unevenevan]

imagine eves full name is evelyn. uneven evelyn im sobbing i hate her

[0grayspider0]

fight? for wip wednesday

The rush back to the medic tent felt unreal in a sort of watching someone else play a video game way, it wasn’t actually near him nor could it touch him, but the fear of it could. The tent Donna had set up was clean, smelt cleaner than anywhere Zain had been in the last week at least. Dreave pushed off of him and grabbed the first healer she could find, snapping at the poor boy to hurry up and take the damn arrow out and patch her up.

[0grayspider0]

returning the favour with "4) updated characters"

thank you!

A woman stood next to him, her skin was a pale golden tone with splotches of stone gray that seemed centered around her hands and neck. Her face was sharp, angular, and her eyes were red, not just the pupil as Zain had become comfortable seeing on people, the whole eye was a mess of swirling red and black. He looked over her outfit, dark gray sleeveless top and black pants in the same loose over but wrapped tightly around the abdomen and ankles, and noted with no surprise that she had to be caring at least four or five major weapons: the bow on her back, the ax on her hip, two daggers on her lower back, a walking stick he had made. The last one surprised him, though seeing his works around the world had always surprised him. 

Her arms were crossed and the muscles there seemed to be jumping of their own accord. Zain wondered if it was painful, but shook the thought away, he had to focus.