Jullian threw a snowball at Nevaer and instantly regretted it, to witch dragon born boi thought he could get away with it too. ;_;
Nevaer is scary, he didn't understand what a snowball fight was till this momment. Nor did he understand that you not supposed to kill people with said snowballs. He's an assassin who's trying his best not to kill anyone.
As the world gets cold, so do my insides. There cold, there new and not me. The voice in my head, it me but not. It comes from my head only to make me cry, to make listen to its helplessness of being trapped in me,my mind. Its me too, there my thoughts too.
Oh boi, if your scrolling though my post for some reason, do you wanna have more context? Its a DnD thing, I can make a ask # for Jullian. Or even an actual comic or something.
The character I play is a air-head Drow rasid in the woods by her adopted Dryad mother and sisters. As you could guess, she's a druid. She believes fighting could ever be an answer.
Here, in this comic. The guy in the mask is basically her cultist-boyfriend-stalker.