In his few memories left, there was a woman, a dark hair, faceless woman. She was like spray of smoke, shrouded by a grey blurry mist. A few scraps of gnawed rats were gradually drifting through her.
She was shapeless, but he knew she was there. That pounding thing which cannot be consumed by anything, was there, howling at him day and night. What is she saying?
‘She is saying ‘‘Awake, Corvo’’ ’ said a hazy voice. But he could no longer hear it.
In his few memories left, all the colours had faded.
If the ocean is the sanctuary for those who have lost their souls, then what about a man whose soul has been taken by the Seagod himself?
A god came, and the abyss followed him. By the time he leaves, he shall reclaim it all, a kingdom, or a very man with dark hair.
Dishonored is my favorite game forever and I'll never be able to get over it. Just saying.
I've finished all of the DLCs of Dishonored recently (0 kills and ghost achievement all the way /o/) and ever since then I really wanted to draw a whaler. (Thomas, maybe? yeh Thomas is great. )
...the mask was a hell to draw though.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have about three hours to sleep. Goodnight~~
Ah and fuck this perspective. What was I thinking.
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