Thurg walked down the
alleyway, dusty and dirty, filth all around. His darkness, emanating out
from his half possession, worsened the dim lighting farther. As he
stepped, he heard movement behind him. A step, a rise, an unsheathing.
The hidden thief leapt at him, but Thurg's harsh life had made him
aware. In a swift turn, he had grabbed his axe from behind and swung it
across the thief, gashing him deep and sending him crashing into the
barrel behind. The impact was great, and the thief's dagger flew out of
his hand with such force.
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Thurg's an OC of mine.
Micron pens scanned and colored with Krita.
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