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If this is too heavy PLEASE ignore!!! But inspired by your Ghost Rachel art, how about Ghost Kate kneeling down to comfort Victoria while Vic is tied up in the dark room from episode 5? 🥺
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Morgan gave a toothy grin as she watched the bandit in front of her drop. The smell of gunpowder lingered in the air and sent a shiver down her spine while her heart raced from the familiar thunderous roar her flintlock pistol made. Even the feel of grip in her hand again brought back the familiar thrill of battle to her mind. And she craved more.
“Morgan,” Skylar whispered to her. “Dont get carried away.”
“I never get carried away,” Morgan replied as she glanced at the bandits that started to circle her and Skylar. Her finger lingered against the trigger of her pistol as she counted each bandit. Twelve in all, not a small number to just be wandering around the forest. No, they had a base nearby which meant more would be on the way if they took too long. “I do what is necessary.”
“We need to get back to the main road and-”
Morgan didnt let Skylar finish her thought before she rushed at the nearest bandit, slamming her fist into his gut at full sprint. The sound of ribs cracking delighted her ears as cold shadow started to coalesce around her arms. Her body started to fade in and out of existence as she ran to the next bandit, swords slicing through her as if she were a shadow herself.
One of the bandits pulled back as he dropped the sword in his hand. “She’s not human!”
“Human or not, she’s still flesh and blood!” Another one called out. “Hit her-”
Talon-like claws punctured through the bandit, the scent of blood drove Morgan’s hunger as the shadows created a mask in front of her face. Her eyes almost glowed red as the shadows settled along her body, her form almost that of death itself as she lashed out at another bandit. It had been much too long since she had felt this thrill, no longer wanting to lose it.
Morgan growled as she lashed out at another bandit, her body disappeared and reappeared like a specter with each movement. She had become the embodiment of death, a reaper of souls once more. With each slice of her claws, she’d watch the blood drip down and with each shot of her flintlock, the more she lost herself.
“They got in your way,” the shadows whispered to her. “End them now and you can keep moving.”
“Morgan, stop!” Skylar yelled.
Morgan froze with her flintlock raised at Skylar’s head. She glanced at the cowering bandit behind her, and then to the weapon in Skylar’s hand. “Why would you get in my way?” she asked calmly, her voice deeper as the shadows distorted her words. “You wanted the bandits gone from this part of the road, didnt you? Killing them is the only way to clear out the filth.”
Skylar moved to protect the bandit, her gaze still on Morgan. “You agreed to quit fighting as soon as anyone surrenders. And they surrendered. Now back down.”
Morgan stayed still, flintlock still raised as she glanced at the bandits that were strewn around the clearing. This was how she had always dealt with anything that got in her way. Bandits, knights of the kingdom, rogue pirates, rivals and enemies… all were to be killed so they were no longer a threat. To let them live was to invite them to try again. And yet, as she looked at the determination in Skylar’s eyes, she found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldnt pull the trigger.
She finally lowered her pistol as the embrace of the shadows left her. She turned away and spoke with a growl. “Fine, we do it your way.”
Skylar turned around and slammed a foot into the bandit behind her.
Morgan paused and looked at Skylar. “I thought you didnt want to kill him?”
“I didnt. He’s just knocked out.”
Morgan rolled her eyes and continued to walk back to the road. “I dont think I’ll ever get used to these rules.”
Second snippet of a project with @rei-of-sunsh1ne
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Posting relatively nice stuff I drawn this year untill I caught up with today, day one
Your honor, I totally don't have an obsession with Max Caulfield, the facts that I used her as an inspiration for my own haircut and drawn a whole 4 minute storyboard for a pmv featuring her is unrelated
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