"Anyone lucky enough to get close would tell you the figure was beautiful, even though they were visibly a male. Their eyes were devoid of all color. Seemingly just being two holes drilled onto their face.
The figure walked forward, claiming the souls of every person that they passed by. Words didn't seem to reach them, as if they didn't understand our language at all. Wilt and drought came with every step they took, spreading far and never stopping."
- Downfall
Yoyoyo little piece for a fic I'm doing whahahahah very fun drawing