All board the silhouette bandwagon! A little follow up after this. Hope everyone is recognisable...and Alinna doesn't look like a creepy stalker...you know bats are so yesterday, now they have bat-winged ravens!!! Ohhh how I messed up with the perspective...and the size of the lamp posts... :'D Story continues here #TwilightRealm#Story#LotsofDnD
I'm in love with the way You made the streets of Paris! Awesome to every little bits of it! The buildings, the shadings, the figure in the foreground are amazing!
Absolutely gorgeous! Leaf, your attention to detail is exquisite. Every single tiny thing is this scene is exactly where it is supposed to be. The lighting is beautiful, and I instantly knew who everyone in the doll was. ^^ Goodness, I love my little Ygnie! She's so adorable in this doll.
a cold claw grasping his heart...was it...fear? 'The target is under protection, must proceed with caution.' analysed the blond man, 'or perhaps...quitting is the wise choice...' That thought was dismissed immediately. Men of Uman do not quit...
gasped the Fae. The trio searched around, but their sight was obscured, they did not see the shadow cloaked by the night. "At least the Lylthians have their virtue of keeping their words. Shall we proceed with our mission, Mr.Haddson?" They walked away, passing
a dark alley. A pair of eyes flickered with the burning heat of blood. A man of platinum blond hair emerged from the darkness. He saw the black bird, he saw the black silhouette, he felt the sting of her sight,
"Well met my avian friend," She smiled at her night visitor, "What song you bring me tonight?" Alas, the bird was songless, though were it talks, it may have thousands of tales to tell. Down her window on the street, two figures lingered in the limbo of lamplights, a ginger-haired woman and a man with glasses, the Magistrix and the journalist. "Ygnie!" The man called under his breath. "Look!" The lucent Vila of white feather dress descended gently. "A Gishen bird?! The Night Wing!"
the creature took flight. Gracefully it glided towards an open window from across the street, from which rose a waterfall of warm light. The creature streaked across the night, silent as a shadow. Inside the window a hazel-haired young woman was unpacking a pile of boxes, her lavender eyes undimmed even in the bright artificial light. She hummed to herself a calming melody. A flutter of wings caught the woman's attention. She looked over to her window,
