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It reminded her of the mountains she only knew in her mind, the feeling of bracing wind in her face.

Eva Cross: Templar : Therinfal 

“Come child, we-e need to leave–take hold” Fear and panic etched deeply into the Mother’s wrinkles, her eyes moved frantically between the frightened child to the heavy Chantry door braced by the last of Lothering’s able hands and Templars. 

The child’s wild hair bounced as she shook her head, tucking her scrapped knees closer to her chin hiding further under the bench. Loud banging and angry shouts became more persistence at the Chantry’s old door, causing both the child and woman to jump in fear. 

The mother whipped her head around as the sound of greaves scrapped clumsily against the dirty floor. The little girl couldn’t see the owner of the hammered greaves but his voice huffed with exhaustion, “Mother, you need to leave–the back door is secured. Lothering is lost–go.” He armored hand gently tugged at the mother’s once pristine robes, urging her to leave. 

“Bu–but the child, we can’t leave her.”  The woman sputtered, pointing to the little girl concealed under the bench. 

“Child, what child–we evacuated the–”  The man uncomfortably hunched over, exposing his dirty face to the little girl. His golden Andrastian pendent clanked against his hard breast plate, red skirt billowed concealing the rest of his heavy armor.  The templar smiled, exposing his pearly set of teeth, he held his armored hand out for the little girl. “What’s your name?” He whispered lightly and beckoned with his fingers. 

The little girl uncurled herself, “Eva–Eva Cross.” She moved a little closer before the screams at the door grew louder. She felt a strong hand wrap around arm tiny arm   and tug her from the bench.  The Templar stood, handing the child to the Chantry Mother, before he ruffled her dark hair.  Her eyes begin to burn as the once peaceful building filled with horrible screams, clashing metal and terrifying rancorous scent. 

Her large, teary eyes watched the man in front of them, remove the large pendent from around his corded neck. He smiled at the girl again, “Eva, my father gave this to me– when I was afraid of the dark.” He paused for a moment, glancing over his shoulder, “He said it would keep  me safe– when you get scared hold it tight and it’ll keep you safe from the dark.” He wrapped the pendent in her tiny hands before glancing back at the Mother. “The king’s army isn’t coming–go through the back door-we’ll hold the front doors.” He bent over picking up his large shield leaning against the bench, he stopped and ruffled Eva’s hair, before disappearing into the darkness. 

Old Man Lei fought against the Red Lotus and lost an eye and a leg, living in the shelter under Republic City he decided to take it slow and live a quiet life, that is until a gremlin child shows up and kept pestering him to teach him how to "kick fire good".

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This was more of a practice on painting background, and since I was in the vibe of an urban environment, I decided to put my vampire boy, Aslan. I really liked how it turned out.

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Happy OC Friday everyone!

I made up this ridiculous Tag Yourself featuring the main crew of my original WIP! 

The project’s current working title: Like City Lights Receding.