[ the first thing that's showing up here is jayce's "stench" well before he actually shows up. it's not your average corpse-smell, just— incredibly weird, toeing the line between ew and ????. the staggering hoof-steps come next, uneven and overcompensating one side until the limp is as audible as the metal clicking of a brace that's gone through some maintenance. he's tried adding some makeshift padding to keep from chafing his legs— not because it hurt, because that was pretty dulled, but because it was starting to make the flesh around it give way and actually . . . expose the bone. it unnerves him, and reminds him of a time that makes him pick at his wrist.
of course, a weird dream was no real apology, only a reminder of one. so that's why jayce is finally here, after aligning himself and not getting stuck as a massive deer thing. by the time jayce stands some comfortable spaces behind arcade's handiwork, the draugr's cervid ears flop to inspect from afar. he's covered in soot and ends up smudging a good side of his scarred face when rubbing the black discoloring under his nose. ]
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of course, a weird dream was no real apology, only a reminder of one. so that's why jayce is finally here, after aligning himself and not getting stuck as a massive deer thing. by the time jayce stands some comfortable spaces behind arcade's handiwork, the draugr's cervid ears flop to inspect from afar. he's covered in soot and ends up smudging a good side of his scarred face when rubbing the black discoloring under his nose. ]
Didn't know you were an artist.