He came home ...

from the North, all scratched to shit, with a new charm for my bracelet, and three parrallell puncture wounds just above his heart. My Da never spoke of them, of what had happened ... but they bothered him upon occassion, when winter came he would touch them with this lost look in his eyes. "Fawqin' Archers, pussie's all of them, afraid to get in the thick of things.", he used to say - I think that's why he never spoke of that battle, it bothered him that archers had almost gotten the best of him.
*plenty of problems with this pic, but honestly pretty much just a doodle that had it's way with me. One of these days I'd love them to slow down long enough for a real drawing. It's funny, "da" and the "exocutionress" won't even tell me their names, and "yuki" the only one with a name won't tell me what she looks like. I should just move on, but they keep begging my patience, aluding to it being worth it - eventually. Whatever - peace out y'all, inks."