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Tired pg 02
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pg 02
I started this little thing about a week and a half ago. Just a small comic to show that Clayer and her Master arn't all about the sex.
Background: Clayer and her Master's world is mostly magical with random technology stuff here and there (none seen here though).. The country they live in is at war and her Master is called up to fight. He is fairly high ranking and pulls some strings to bring Clayer along as his personal secretary, hiding her slave status behind a low officer rank to keep the general camp population from messing with her.
This little comic is of him coming back after a skirmish with the enemy in the middle of the night.
Little more story from Yano.
----
Yano returned to his tent,
the largest one in the entire camp.
He didn't need light to see, he didn't want to remember,
to see their faces, nor the screams before they died.
First he undid his sword; it nearly as tall as he
and a hundred pounds heavy, a cleaver, brute strength.
The sound as it hit the ground was broken by movement.
----
Clayer and comic belong to me
Master and story belong to :yano2mchicon:
I started this little thing about a week and a half ago. Just a small comic to show that Clayer and her Master arn't all about the sex.
Background: Clayer and her Master's world is mostly magical with random technology stuff here and there (none seen here though).. The country they live in is at war and her Master is called up to fight. He is fairly high ranking and pulls some strings to bring Clayer along as his personal secretary, hiding her slave status behind a low officer rank to keep the general camp population from messing with her.
This little comic is of him coming back after a skirmish with the enemy in the middle of the night.
Little more story from Yano.
----
Yano returned to his tent,
the largest one in the entire camp.
He didn't need light to see, he didn't want to remember,
to see their faces, nor the screams before they died.
First he undid his sword; it nearly as tall as he
and a hundred pounds heavy, a cleaver, brute strength.
The sound as it hit the ground was broken by movement.
----
Clayer and comic belong to me
Master and story belong to :yano2mchicon:
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