Nessa spoke to the man- he avoided her piercing gaze, avoided to stare down at the blood covering his friends body- his own doing.
Maybe he should have just let the creature consume him- maybe he should have halted his desperate need to survive- but now, the shell of the false dragon infront of him was alive, painfully so, and judging his every move.
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Traditional marker art GO!! This time i used coloured pencils to painfully colour the lineart, a process i hated with every cell of my being! Luckily, colouring this was easier :3