Might I request a Cybil Price? btw your art is very great

count me in romeo

These look incredible! Thank you!

It was in those last moments that Violet finally recognized the bodily form the angel had assumed. Teresa. From Therizein. Greek for the harvester. A Reaper. Violet did not remember learning what that name meant. There was no research attached to her knowledge, no science project or pang of curiosit...

It was never enough to put them down, lately. Nobody could be scared off anymore. They always stuck around and shrugged it off. The angel moved in a way that troubled the water greatly, because more of her was moving through it. Violet taking short, backwards, labored steps, across a still, shallow ...

Violet felt like somebody had switched the blood in her veins out for anesthetic like the melted smudge of a wax candle on ceramic after its flame had burned down like her head was caught in a car door and the car was slowly rolling forward like her chest was made of paper sagging under a soft dribb...

The crossbow fell from Violet's hand before she could fire a shot, loosened when Violet was hit. Ejected, forcefully, from her person. Before she could even load one. It hit the ground before Teresa toppled over her, too. The bolts spilled out of the top, both mid-fall and after it landed on the gro...

It seemed for a second like words would be exchanged. The white robed figure slunk back a bit once Violet drew her knife and waved it about. Knives were not altogether unfamiliar to Violet; even before she was damned, she had used them ceremonially in various occult rituals. She preferred blunt inst...

im in

Going to request a three day extension on the grounds that my thread partner has a really rough work schedule for the next couple days and won't be able to post much without compromising their ability to get some good sleep.

Violet stood up from the bag in shock, turning her head just in time to see a figure cloaked in white advancing on her, holding in her hand a blade, just a pace away. The fringes of her skin felt cold and pruned, like she'd just emerged from an ice bath. Her eyes, at first widening in shock, now wer...

The sleeve of her robe came back clean. Good. It was just pollen or the wind, then. An environmental allergy. Sickness on the island was likely all but untreatable even with the boons brought by the med-kit. Midway through her third squirrel earlier Violet imagined what would happen if she accidenta...

In Violet's hands she could feel each and every spec of dirt and dust and bone in the waters of the Serenity Circle. She knew how unclean it was, ritually and physically, and knew that many arguments could be made for it being highly inappropriate to use such vile waters in any hand-washing, whether...

It was getting hard to find a tree to sleep under that didn't already have a corpse propped up against its trunk. The worst part is that they were starting to rot. Many of them had been rotting for a good while, actually. While she was looking for something in the forest to kill for lunch, she turne...