Frenzy

Javier stood, rifle in hand, on the border of camp, watching the clear night sky. Somehow another year had passed, almost without him noticing. Dia de los Muertos had snuck up on him once more. Though he wanted to celebrate, to leave some form of offering for his mother and his uncle, his mind was now set on keeping his new family safe. He had a job to do and wouldn’t find peace till morning.

Besides, his gang would never understand, and he had no desire to teach a bunch of outlaws about his traditions back home anyway. Most days, it was easier to try and forget about home. To ignore the pain. He didn’t know if he’d ever be able to return to Mexico, and he wasn’t about to risk his life, or the lives of his remaining family to find out.

With a lonely sigh, Javier breathed a prayer, crossed his heart and turned his gaze back to the horizon line, scanning for movement.

I tried drawing Charles again!

He looked so cool just judging everyone by the firelight. But I'm not so sure I got him right lol