Iskra
This world is a wasteland, nothing can grow
Tugging up his scarf higher around his face as they move through the Fangs, Iskra does his best to it to keep the glare of the sun on the snow from bouncing brighter into his eyes. He has on some sunglasses, and a ballcap over his beanie, all of it an effort to combat the clear and crisp Longheat days that seem more brutal than usual so far this season. Heat is not really an issue here, but the sun brings its own problems when it's out in such force.
Goose weaves along behind them, sniffing and pissing at every odd rock they cross, only to rush to catch up and then fall behind with distractions again. "Just need to use the shield Ludo's helping me make," he answers, glancing over to Deimos as they prepare for battle once again. The bony carapace piece he'd crafted into a shield but by bit since claiming it from the desert with Mel is currently strapped to his back, and he reaches back to shift it down now, holding it out for Deimos to fully observe. "Bone," he explains, "seemed fitting since I'm building it after my father. Ludo will make it fireproof." Although Ludo did not say it has to battle fire for this affair, but he supposes it wouldn't hurt to continue to test it to flame, among other things.
"And you, what are you focusing on?"
Goose weaves along behind them, sniffing and pissing at every odd rock they cross, only to rush to catch up and then fall behind with distractions again. "Just need to use the shield Ludo's helping me make," he answers, glancing over to Deimos as they prepare for battle once again. The bony carapace piece he'd crafted into a shield but by bit since claiming it from the desert with Mel is currently strapped to his back, and he reaches back to shift it down now, holding it out for Deimos to fully observe. "Bone," he explains, "seemed fitting since I'm building it after my father. Ludo will make it fireproof." Although Ludo did not say it has to battle fire for this affair, but he supposes it wouldn't hurt to continue to test it to flame, among other things.
"And you, what are you focusing on?"
I used to have strength, but I ran out of hope
