“On the roof, what did you see?” “I thought I saw a woman, but all dar
“On the roof, what did you see?” “I thought I saw a woman, but all dark and sharp and hunched over the roof tiles like a vulture. …I thought she had wings.” He sighed. “You won’t always see the wings, but her face remains the same: ageless, vicious; eyes like a mad hawk and a temper to match.” He cast a nervous glance at the rooftops and shivered. “Avoid her. Are you listening? Avoid her, and avoid her eyes. If she looks into your eyes, she’ll know.” The harpy Marta. Sketch of an original character from my own story. :3 Derwent pastels and pencils on recyled paper. 8.6x12 inches. -- source link
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