#sandbax

Send  ⁉️  for my muse to find yours lying on the street, bleeding [accepting]

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@farorest is one of my besties and so I of course am always down to give her gift art BECAUSE SHE’S AMAZING AND COOL AND FABULOUS OK.

This is a “photograph” of her character, Meredith (smol wyf), and my boi Vezevrys (he’s made entirely of muscle, thick fur and HIGH QUALITY HUGS), and their 2 (almost 4 because Meredith got twins in her tummy huhuwhhdhdd) cute babssss.

For size reference, just so we’re clear: Meredith is 5′3.

The young infant cried from hearing the explosions and sounds of destructive weaponry going on in the background and so close at home. Fastoon was being attacked and its best forces are dropping like flies despite fighting their hardest. Sadly no match as the weaponry and technology was their own used against them.

A few Drophyd soldiers were closing in on a Lombax female. A mother and her infant son. It looked like this would end in bloodshed and death...but that horrible fate was spared from a Lombax male shooting them down, fire ignited in green orbs as he screamed in fury that these despicable low lives would dare target his wife and son. Once he was sure none of them would never get up ever again, he turned to the mother and child before quickly moving to embrace her in his arms.

Reply from here.

Kaden doesn’t pull away. He can’t. Not when her eyes pleaded with such intensity.

He’d wanted to give her everything she asked for.

It was what he’d promised her. Promised her the world. Promised to be there when she couldn’t stand alone. To be her most loyal companion on whatever road life took them on. To protect her from harm, even at the cost of himself.

Each promise was broken further every day.

He gives everything he has left.

Shifting, careful not to injure her on his sharpened claws, the promise-breaker lifts Mere’s head and shoulders from the bed. It’s not much. There isn’t enough strength left in his arms for him to gather her up like he longs to. But, there’s just enough space in the tiny cubbie that served as their room among the rest of the prisoners to fit his gangly form and too-long limbs. Slouching against the rough hewn wall, he cradles what he can hold of his wife in his lap.

Into the never ending white noise of too many people in too small of a space, Kaden softly weaves the words of a song from the better days.

Ava, doll in tow, appears in the open end of the room. She lingers a moment. The tears on her mother’s cheeks catch in her wide copper eyes, even as her father tenderly brushes them away.

Reaching out to pet Meredith’s hair, she cuddles up with them both.