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Hey guys! Ellie here. So today was my first day of school. And because of my class load, I might not be here all that often! I will still be on when I can. I will mainly be on @nobleconsort, but I will ALSO be on @thcdag, @stickyfvmblings and @vcngcance I hope you guys understand!
Like this for a starter!
“Angharad used to call them [bullets] antiseed. Plant one and watch something die.”
“ What else is new? “ The fact he hasn’t had his morning coffee, or the fact he’s hiding a new bruise under sunglasses? “ Good morning to you, too–you look nice. “ At least HE can be polite (even if he doesn’t feel like it).
-- Her head tilts ever so slightly as a small grin forms on her face. “ Thank you.” She motions to the sunglasses. “What’d you do this time?”
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--” You look like shit, mate.”
Hey guys! I posted a hiatus on a few of my other blogs, but this was not one of them, so expect me on more often from now on!
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Practice 15/30
my attempts at drawing cheedo,dag and angharad
@ivakir liked for a starter -- Dag had to admit that the woman in front of her was beautiful. Thick curly hair framed a cat like face, with eyes that glimmered as if she was hiding a secret. Besides liscars, she seemed unmarred by the harsh Wasteland. For a moment, Dag felt a bitter knife twist itself in her heart. How had she escaped the Immortan's grasp when she and the other Wives had not. She was quick to drive the thought from her head. The Immortan was dead. It didn't matter now. " I've seen you around before,"
I owe a reply and two starters but I'm finally in Phoenix ready for desert hell
That flit of pink again, stark against dried rust that dotted his lips. Water, Aqua Cola, the most precious and valuable resource within the entire wasteland that was their home. Every War Boy was trained to do without water, to live and fight with as little of it as was humanly possible, but with the illness-burned fevered that heated his body Rook needed it now more than ever.
So when the woman lifted the battled little tin cup to his mouth he didn’t even stop himself from drinking. There lingered just enough common sense to avoid drinking too fast, too much, he was already ill enough right now to add that on top of it but.. it did help some. He still felt like shit, there was no doubt of that, but the driver could feel the water helping to sharpen his senses once more… the hazed dullness lifting slightly.
And she was asking a question.
Now that he didn’t just taste blood and dust, now that his throat had cleared at least marginally, he finally could better answer that. “M’Lancer.” Someone so damn important to him. Almost more important to him than the Immortan had been! … almost. “Went for tucker t’bring back.” Food, something damn important too, even if he ate little anymore.
Shoulders hunched a little bit Rook took the moment of sitting up to glance around the area, head tilted slightly as he tried to listen to the sounds of the Citadel… both the familiar and the new.
-- It was clear the man was dying. Even the blind could see. His eyes were dull, glazed over and his breathing haggard. It was often the fate of War Boy’s. They lived half lives.
“ Will he be back...?” The question was presented hesitantly. Dag didn’t want to bring up a sore subject, but she was still curious.
Drivers and lancers often had intensely close relationships even if this particular War Boy didn’t do much driving anymore.
As he moved, she tried her best to help him sit up . As sick as he was, he was heavy to Dag. “ Or, when will he be back?
It certainly didn’t take much for one Arcade Gannon to find himself aware to eyes on him. Initially he didn’t think of it, gaze lowered as fingers flitted page by page through the old encyclopedia that the Immortan had allowed him to borrow out of his vast collection, but when the feeling of being watch did not fade it was enough to finally bring that gaze upward.
A woman. One unfamiliar, unrecognized, and he audibly allowed a sigh. Another Wife, surely. Of course the greedy bastard wouldn’t stop entrapping and enslaving women. “Is there something I can do to help you?” Carefully picked words, tone calm and almost relaxed momentarily, as he moved to close the book… although he allowed for it to remain in his hands. He knew the abuse the Wives suffered. Anyone with eyes not blinded by brainwashed worship of the tyrant could likely see that, and he wanted to present himself as the least amount of threat as possible. With his hands full that probably hopefully assisted.
-- She froze. She wasn’t expecting him to approach her. Her immediate response was to unfurl herself, to stand and try to make herself look bigger. Dag never trusted strangers, even before coming to the vault.
However when he spoke, she let herself relax, if only for a moment. Though his voice was gentle, she kept part of her guard up. Slinking forward, much like a cat curious of her surroundings, The Dag examined Arcade.
“ Who’re you?” A pause, and eyes flitted to the book in his hands. “Can you read that?”
Movement.
It was movement that lured dulled senses out of unmatched exhaustion, that had Rook moving just enough to see what was going on. “Magpie?” The name was wretched, cracked with a voice tapped dry from lack of lifegiving water, and at the flit of the tip of his tongue to his own lips he could even taste blood.
But it wasn’t Magpie. It wasn’t his Lancer, but instead a woman. There was some vague recognition there, burning then gone within grey-green eyes.. this was one of the Untouchable Ones, the Immortan’s Wives, and it was enough for him to drag a weakened, cancer-ravened body upwards with some tangible confusion.
“What do’ya have?” Tired, quiet suspicion there, unable to see what might be in the bucket at her hip from his current angle and unable to smell from the scent of blood that lingered cloyingly through his senses.
-- The Dag moved closer, holding up a a old tin cup, cold water dripping down tattooed fingers. “ It’s water.”
She looked the poor man over, brows furrowing in concern. He looked haggard, skin clinging to old and bones. Lips were torn, bloody. It was was a wonder he could talk.
Dag brought the cup to his lips, resisting the urge to run a hand over his head to soothe him. Cheedo had told her to be gentle with people. It had brought out a kinder side of the woman.
“....who’s Magpie?” He had croaked out a name before he looked at her.
@blackfeatherdriver liked for a starter || Accepting.
--“ Only War Pups and War Boy’s too sick to fight, Toast had said. This must have been one of the latter. He didn’t look well. Dag approached carefully, dipping the wooden ladle in the bucket at her hip
“ Here.”
@betterhealing liked for a starter || Accepting
-- She eyed him with an intense curiosity. Pale and gangly limbs were pulled close to her chest. She was new, and he was.. strange. The Dag had never seen another man here before.
