A lonely soul walks alone, pondering on all the things that have happened in the past. Nothing seems to stop him from walking alone, perhaps he wants it this way. Is he thinking about the times he was forced to kill? Is he regretting how he couldn't save his mother who adopted him from assassination? Or is he simply feeling grim on the plane of reality he walks upon, ignoring the whispers of vengeance crawling through the cold, snow laden forest. No, he thinks about how life could have been so different, for all the better or worse. He can only bide and hope that the future will bring a better vision towards life itself, that all the fights and battles he's endured was all worth it in the end. Ruvicken smiles upon how such a cold forest can be so beautiful in his mind, and how life still comes forth to put on a natural beauty ever so delicate. He is glad he can walk these lands without fear for now, as the war with the greedy faction of pirates is finished.

I finally got a piece of Ruvicken, my sergal, as a proper view of who he really is most of the time.

The artwork was done by the wonderful Fishears on telegram, and I am ever so happy to get something from them, and may even do so again in the future.