Category Artwork (Traditional) / Comics
Species Jackal
Size 900 x 1239px
File Size 236.5 kB
Shard scares and fascinates me, of course. She is physically a monster, if "physically" is the right word for it. As for her personality, much less of a monster; she can love, at least.
Not that I'd want to meet her in a dark dungeon. Ahem. Best not to think about that.
I think what fascinates me the most about her is this sense that she has her reasons. All the good heroes and villains do. They're not just good to get brownie points with God or just evil because they're Eeeeeevillllllll, muahahahaha. They have their reasons, and their good or their evil is so often a matter of viewpoint.
I hope that this story will reveal some Shard's reasons as it goes along. But not all. Proper ladies, proper heroes and villains of any stripe for that matter, should always have some matters which are not for discussion by the common herd.
So she's never been in the gardens? Two things struck me when she said that. Do the rules of her employment, existence, or imprisonment here prohibit her moving that far outside the house? Or is it perhaps a lie? For some reason I find myself wondering whether there might be a few bits- a few shards of a skeleton entwined in the roots of a thorny, blood-red rose. An unhallowed, unquiet shallow grave from a tragedy long ago.
Not that I'd want to meet her in a dark dungeon. Ahem. Best not to think about that.
I think what fascinates me the most about her is this sense that she has her reasons. All the good heroes and villains do. They're not just good to get brownie points with God or just evil because they're Eeeeeevillllllll, muahahahaha. They have their reasons, and their good or their evil is so often a matter of viewpoint.
I hope that this story will reveal some Shard's reasons as it goes along. But not all. Proper ladies, proper heroes and villains of any stripe for that matter, should always have some matters which are not for discussion by the common herd.
So she's never been in the gardens? Two things struck me when she said that. Do the rules of her employment, existence, or imprisonment here prohibit her moving that far outside the house? Or is it perhaps a lie? For some reason I find myself wondering whether there might be a few bits- a few shards of a skeleton entwined in the roots of a thorny, blood-red rose. An unhallowed, unquiet shallow grave from a tragedy long ago.
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