I like to think sylveon’s blood is like trashy glitter, sparkle on dragon killer.
There is a beautiful but sour looking woman curled on the couch like a cat. A row of deep red horns line her forehead, and the black-coated man glances back involuntarily for a second look. But it must have been but a trick of the light, for when he looks back he sees that she is only wearing a row of shining beads braided through her hair. She raises a single eyebrow, her full, unsmiling mouth still fixed in a pout. Her face dares him to voice his hallucination.
He tips his fingers to the brim of his black hat, and then turns away. “Good evening, Lady Rackham.”
wow i ve had to draw so many dresses lately im going 2 kill myself
Freya by floralplasm. I love her hair, her dress, and her confident, sultry expression!