"When she found him, he seemed almost like dead. He had his face turned down in the frosty, blood covered moss. His body was lifeless and his skin pale and bitten from the icy cold nights.

She took him in, treated him for 3 full moons, and watched as his scars healed but his mind did not. In the day he had flashbacks, and in the night he had nightmares. But he did not remember his past. Neither his name. So he called himself Scar."



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So I’ve been nitpicking on this for a month now, but I decided to just post it and move on. I could have done many things better, especially the scar, but oh well… Hope you like it anyway!

See my artwork, Miranja for a connection.... ;)

I'd also like to thank everyone at the pixelbrush forum (you know who you are ) for helping me. :)