..In the Pasts of Pasts

" I know how you feel, the hatred, the anger." The dark man looked out into the fading desert light.

" No, you are hated for you skin color only." The red headed man replied, not meeting the eyes of his companion. " You will never know how it feels not only having to live past a life of savagery and blood, but two, the last only worst than the first."

"No, I don't" the Wastelander looked to Erol.

" I thought I'd get away from it all here, in this world, but it seems all it does is get worse." the man looked to Meriinde for the first time since sitting on the cliff.

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Here I am doing art for a fan-fiction not even written yet, whoo.

I really am working on my people, but I was so geared up for it I didn't want to waste it on practice.

Inspired by Orchard of Mines by Globus.

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