Cheshire

Chesh walks through the battlefields scanning all the bloody bodies with a cold expression on his face checking to see if they're alive. He keeps his bow at the ready, an arrow still resting carefully on the string ready for if he has to shoot. His silver armoured boots tainted in all its beauty with blood and mud. He knows his duty. He knows his life's worth. He knows who he is....and he refuses to be anything other than. ....