#arjenn hasenr
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>> You kneel in an alley, murmuring the last rites to send the lost souls you've gathered tonight to the afterlife.
>> Some of them try to cling to you, desperate to stay. If you didn't know their cruel fate, you'd leave them. They don't even realize how badly they've been wounded by the miasma as it is, having lost almost all sense of self save for the strongest emotions and bonds they felt in life.
>> You finish the rite and straighten, lifting your head to look towards the narrow slice of overcast sky you can see from the alley. You've been working all night, and you've still hardly made a dent in the ghost miasma here.
>> A step at the alley entrance catches your attention, and you turn your head, wondering who else might seek respite in a dark, damp alley. And hoping they don't see fit to start a fight with you for being here first...
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>> A jadeblood sprints down the street, running for dear life. Blood streaks her neck where there had been a deep wound just minutes before.
>> You follow closely behind, sword in hand, your gaze fixated on her. You don't want to lose track of her in these city streets.
>> Normally you don't like to hunt in broad moonlight, but you didn't have any way of getting in and out of her hive safely. It left you with no choice but to attack while she was out and about.
>> You pass a familiar face. Your gaze flicks to her ever so briefly- And then you keep running in your loping gait without even slowing down. Your mark is more important.
>> Odd that she was still wearing your cloak, though.
>> The jade passes through a crowd and then tries to duck into an alley using the crowd as cover. If you couldn't see her soul, that might have worked. You pursue with single-minded, dogged determination.
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> You sit on a busy sidewalk, ears twitching and pivoting with the sounds around you.
> A collection cup sits on the ground nearby, empty except for some loose change. You honestly doubt you’re going to get much at this rate...
> You’re mostly focused on your surroundings, the snippets of passing conversation, trying not think about how you’re going to get your next meal. When you hear a set of footsteps pause in front of you, you open your eyes, and lift your head.
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rest assured that arjenn is getting hugged at least sometimes in canon
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managed to finish this
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IF IT DOESN'T HURT AT ALL
THEN IT DOESN'T MEAN A THING
'CAUSE HOLDING ONTO HOPE
IS A DIFFERENT KIND OF PAIN
#suffering isn't holy kiddo!#arjenn art#arjenn hasenr#bastdraws#anyway that new nothing more song huh
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I've come a thousand miles alone
Passed every kingdom's empty throne
And I can't shake the feeling
You'll arrange the stars to lead me home
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Chronicles of The Wanderer, coming never to a location near you
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decided to finish a drawing i started a while ago
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arjenn my beloved
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arjenn.. my boy..
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I AM THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD
AND I AM THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT
AND I TOLD YOU ONE DAY YOU WILL SEE
THAT I'LL BE BACK, I GUARANTEE
AND THAT HELL'S COMIN' WITH ME
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quick expression set for my boy..
#bastdraws#arjenn art#arjenn hasenr#i might add his tail later#but it always looks weird to have him lift it higher than his hips
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just wanted to draw my boy tonight
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Arjenn watched the cavern entrance through the eyes of his raven companion.
A single troll stood guard, bored perhaps. It wasn't like anyone was coming or going with any frequency. Arjenn's mark was somewhere below- And he weighed his options.
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okay, you see, arjenn, i need you to google what a bramah chicken is. silkie chickens too. i think chickens would be great companions for you again. they're shockingly good guard animals. well if you're nearby at least.
"I know those brheeds, they werhen't what I had."
"Wherhe would I keep them? In my cloak? Herhding them along afterh me on the rhoad? As funny as it is to imagine siccing attack chickens on my marhks..."
"I wouldn't even be able to afforhd to feed them, orh get any sorht of carhe. I'll stick to my rhaven, she doesn't need much frhom me."
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