the very worst thing

taking a break from drawing what i’m supposed to to draw old characters.

she’s the Goddess of Bloody Corners, half of a set of gods ruling over the ‘fight’ and ‘flight’ reflexes respectively. 

she basically rules over all the fights you know you’re going to lose but instead of accepting the inevitable you go ‘FUCK YOU I’M TAKING YOU DOWN WITH ME’ and proceed to, if not win, make whatever is after you go ‘oh god why is this happening why is this happening?????’

she’s constantly wounded but feels no pain. she walks with a very pronounced limp, carries no weapons, has no official followers and in general tends to look like pretty easy prey for both mortal and divine predators. her familiar is a bloody wolf skin that always seems to be grinning like it’s in on some really funny inside joke.

when she fights it starts to laugh.

she dyes her hair with the blood of her enemies.

this is her relaxed and not ready to pull something much bigger than her’s spine out.