𝕯; Hunter & Beholder

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/// I vanished because of college. I used my ounce of free time to draw some headcanons. Conjoined twins separated in infancy, the D twins don gnarly surgical scars that are woven in gold. They vaguely resemble centipedes... for no reason in particular... other than destiny, of course.

Darian glances around cautiously, through the sockets of his visor. He leans forward, his voice is hushed.

Darian retains his controlled demeanor, but a barely noticeable scoff escapes his nose.

"I'm afraid you're asking the wrong twin. I am guided solely by the light of the Erdtree; the moon and her stars have not seen me, and I have not seen them."

He sighs.

"Though, in that regard, I'll admit that I envy my brother for that unique experience;

☀️Darian's nose wrinkles in disgust, brows furrowed. "Alberich..." He repeats, with venom. "I loathe that deranged heretic, he's grating, one of the few individuals that get on my nerves. I always seem to have the misfortune of running into him, I have an inkling he enjoys stepping on my toes."

Darian tilts his head to the side, visibly thinking, even despite the stoic and unmoving expression of his gold-plated visor.

"I travel often, and presently, alone, so my skills in survival are acceptable; and yes, that entails knowing how to start a fire. Had I not been an exceptional hunter, the Beast Clergyman would not have recruited me."

Behind his visor, he squints. "Jerky... like dried meat?"

The Hunter hums.