#wip-ish

Yes! But you will have to decipher my handwriting to do it. :)

This is the first few paragraphs:

It's supposed to be for the 212th bingo prompt "trading weapons" and is turning into a ridiculously long set up for Cody to use a vibro scalpel while Stim (OC CMO for the 212th) uses Cody's blaster to defend them.

Thank you all for 500 likes!

I drew this with the power of the animation gods over two days, but now I’m tired and will render it later.

For time, I’ll just post this and see how well it does-

IDK how I did so many angles, or how it looks pretty smooth, but it happened, so that’s fun

Not having a mouth makes things easier lol

But the tail- That was hard-

im in love

Cross legged the teenager sat, deep in meditative thought. Time and food a forgotten thing to the silver eyed teenager, sat as he was in  such a place of safety as this.  A place where he was even comfortable enough to allow himself a moment to just be himself. 

Aarons form clad in the rune marked leathers of one of his kind.  Well, of a hunter at least, considering that was how he’d marked them as he’d worked to make them.  Make these leathers whose runs glowed dimly as he sat there, reacting to the ebb and flow of thought as much as they did the life force to which his leathers were bonded. 

Magic older than what of his species spoken history survived. Its pedigree forgotten by the living, the method of the weaving of the cant being what remained. 

 Not that he o’er much cared for the lost histories of his people at the best of times, least of all when he was letting himself be alone with his thoughts. Aaron’s aura to those who may or may not have the ability to see it if anything seeming to be more centred emotionally, if not rather clearly tinged with the effects of time spent in the Feywyld.