#cessair

Muscle connects to the bone And bone to the ire and the marrow So I pretend there aren't ten strings tied to all ten of my fingers

My short comic Cessair is up on Ko-Fi for free/pay what you want!! I'm very proud of this comic and I hope people enjoy it!!

The armor fell off their body, piece after piece hitting the worn wooden boards with a dull but resounding thud. The small, seemingly abandoned hut that had served as their sanctuary for over a year was bare, furnished with naught but a course woven cot that didn't even bear a matress, a couple of buckets, and a small dresser so cracked and warped one might consider it a miracle it still stood in once piece. It looked down at the body it occupied, pale and scarred skin barely hidden by bandages, a shreded undershirt, and roughly patched trousers. True, it did not matter to it what it wore beyond that which protected this form, but it wondered what its master would think, if she could pull herself from the pit of mourning and fear she'd hid herself in for all this time.