She moved as if she was the shadow itself.
The dark rooftops of Tarrenwood’s middle district were hers to glide along, her footfalls barely audible and her cloak trailing like a ghost. She leaped from rooftop to rooftop with effortless precision in her nocturnal sprint across the district. Patrolling watchmen in the lamplit streets below knew nothing of the figure high above them, and should moonlight glow upon her for a fraction of a second and earn a glance, they’d dismiss it as nothing but a trick of the shadows.
This was her element, embraced in the night.
--- Tarrenwood: The Night of the Star
Janet O'Connell of Tarrenwood is a little bit sneakier and a whole lot more felonious than Janet O'Connell of Colmaton. Will her exploits lead her down the path of brigand or hero? We may see soon.
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The Specter/Janet O'Connell belongs to me
Art by
fcsimba
The dark rooftops of Tarrenwood’s middle district were hers to glide along, her footfalls barely audible and her cloak trailing like a ghost. She leaped from rooftop to rooftop with effortless precision in her nocturnal sprint across the district. Patrolling watchmen in the lamplit streets below knew nothing of the figure high above them, and should moonlight glow upon her for a fraction of a second and earn a glance, they’d dismiss it as nothing but a trick of the shadows.
This was her element, embraced in the night.
--- Tarrenwood: The Night of the Star
Janet O'Connell of Tarrenwood is a little bit sneakier and a whole lot more felonious than Janet O'Connell of Colmaton. Will her exploits lead her down the path of brigand or hero? We may see soon.
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The Specter/Janet O'Connell belongs to me
Art by
fcsimba
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 750 x 1050px
File Size 670.2 kB
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