Some of the recent scribbles. Warning: mecha gore ahead.
And now, a bit of a... story?
Being both fighter and medic, Warlinden got used to the amount and severeness of the wounds she could potentially receive, even though they always bring the sharp pain - but to that she got somewhat accustomed to as well. Not surprisingly, considering that the pain is her shadow since she emerged from the Well.
This time was no different. Her sensors were killing her, penetrating her processor with hardly bearable amounts of needle-like impulses, but even if she still could, she would not complain. It's nothing until you are alive.










