Still working on remaking the blog over on @izhexss But also redrawing old art of arvo. including older!arvo hyeh. hyehh. hehyeh. 

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⇃✶⇂ ;; —– -    Arvo jolted in surprise, eyes wide in    worry and surprise, "N-- No! I-- Я не-    I did not come here to hurt you, I swear    it." He saw her earlier, he just wanted     to talk... She looked like she was alone    anyway, he sorely hoped he was right.

⇃✶⇂ ;; ----- -      “I don’t have anything. Please-- go away--” Fists       quivering at his sides, the Russian backed away       to the best of his ability when a bar of rusted metal       hindering him, “J-just go-- leave me alone-!”

⇃✶⇂ ;; —– -       “It is-- моя- m-my bad...” People really should not trust        the short and injured boy to be doing heavy lifting. 

Gonna drop a starter call here–

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⇃✶⇂ ;; —– -      He couldn’t believe there were people out here! It was so cold and the      nearest civilization was miles away-- He’d just go back to the camp and      tell everyone he found something. It wouldn’t be safe to be found by      strange people with a bunch of supplies... He’d just stash them up here      in the trash, toss something over it and then come back later! Everything      would be fine-- he told himself. 

     Hands shaking as he tried (panicking) to get the bag to fit in the bin without      a needle stabbing him in the hand. It had been a long time since they’d      seen other people and the last group had been a bunch of unhelpful bolvan--      loggerheaded(?)-- jerks. 

     But then it happened. A voice behind him. His shaking stopped, then      picked up twice as bad as he twisted around in fear! A boy-- maybe around      his age, much, much taller... Instinctively Arvo withdrew his revolver-- one      handed (that was so stupid! Vitali said never to shoot one handed--)- and      aimed at the boys head. Blue eyes blown in fear, he felt his jaw lock, words      floundering in the back of his mind. Even as the primary translator of his group,      he couldn’t find a single word to say. All he could do was lower his brow and      try to seem serious.

✶ thundcrs started following you

⇃✶⇂ ;; —– -      At first, he thought the growling would be some sort of wild     animal dealing with the nezhit undead monsters. He was going     to turn away, avoid both threats at all costs-- until there was a     thunder of footfalls. Something solid hit him and his voice broke     in an unattractive manner. Was it a monster? He’d stand no     chance, with just an ax in hand and at this close range, the best     he could do was swing it in the general direction of what had     bumped into him--