[This time, it's an oasis. An actual, honest-to-Emperor oasis, a blue jewel in the midst of all the desolation. A little piece of heaven. There's shrubbery and cacti cropped up around the water, and a few scattered, rather pathetic-looking trees. It's not ideal, but the water is clean and clear (and cold, for the curious) and although it's no storybook fantasy, it's bound to be a sight for eyes gone sore scouring the endless desert.
But Hellboy isn't alone there.
Instead there's a woman – perhaps in her mid-thirties – leaning up against one of those oddly shaped trees, utterly still and silent and more than a little camouflaged, in her brown homespun cloak, a scarf of the same pulled half over her face. She's got an arrow notched to a bow, and she's obviously been there a while waiting on some sort of small prey to come into view. There's already one little critter of some denomination (looks like... rabbit?) hanging from her belt.]
Hellboy;
But Hellboy isn't alone there.
Instead there's a woman – perhaps in her mid-thirties – leaning up against one of those oddly shaped trees, utterly still and silent and more than a little camouflaged, in her brown homespun cloak, a scarf of the same pulled half over her face. She's got an arrow notched to a bow, and she's obviously been there a while waiting on some sort of small prey to come into view. There's already one little critter of some denomination (looks like... rabbit?) hanging from her belt.]