This started out as a sketch that I did... last night and I wanted to do something digital. So, here it is--the lickity-split! Another FelixCalhoun drawing, because OTP.
I'm quite proud of this actually. ... Not sure why. The sheets. I like those.
Although cursed with the memories of countless battles on unforgiving worlds, forever drenched in the eternal smell of death, and haunted by the whispered screams of slaughtered friend and foe, the brave warrior had found inner peace, thanks to a new ally. One who would stand by his comrade's side, to the bittersweet end...
You're welcome. In addition to being a badass warrior, I also imagined Calhoun as deeply disturbed by what she's done (PTSD), much like the Ghost of Sparta himself. Not 1,000 words, but still the same message...
She may have been, but because she acts like such a badass bitch of fierceness about it, she probably might not have it. It's also all she's ever known--fighting and killing and avenging Brad's death. Well, y'know, until Felix.