Manar-Darkwing

He shifted along, footfalls heavy and prominent as he made his way down the length of the hanger drawing the attention of not only the recruiters but the rookies that were lined up for both the medical and physical screening tests.He'd been done with it for sometime, passing both parts with flying colors save for the short argument about the tattoos on the small of his back. He had bluntly told the higher up that he would not remove it seeing as it was only offending the complaining officer.Now he moved about, stoic, silent, imposing in figure. His white toned optics flicking side to side now and then, head nodding to some people that he k...

Days.Weeks.Months.He wasn't sure how long it had been since his sudden drop from the Guilds radars and his entrance into the Arktos camp near the shores. He'd lost all count on the passage of time, with only a few painful markers on the few most noted events that had happened. The one that was still lingering with him had burned a permanent memory into the corner of his mouth and cheek.A slice had been ripped into his face from mouth corner to jaw. It still hurt, feeling much like someone was pulling the ends in opposite directions. It hurt to the point he was hardly able to talk, much less eat properly.  He'd gone gaunt because of it. How...