Nyx

Eunomia, in search of greener pastures…

Gia, about to bring the hammer down…

What Saffron missed most about smoking was having a reason to compel her to take smoke breaks. So she started feeding the birds…

Samara was charged with protection of the sacred forest. Since early childhood, she had been trained by the Coven in the ancient ways of her peoples' magic. The Dozen Mothers took turns guiding her through the dark woods, each imparting her own share of esoteric knowledge, gradually imbuing her with the power required to hear the breathing of the trees, to communicate in birdsong, to summon lightning from the clouds. Eventually, she began to feel the forest as an extension of herself, or rather, that she herself was an extension of the forest…

Like any artist in her gallery's stable who desired to remain as such, Xerew was required to attend all opening night celebrations during which at least one of her works hung on the walls. But instead of schmoozing & selling herself or her paintings (as the gallery would obviously prefer she do), she tended to find herself more interested in determining who amongst the crowd was actually human (and if so, just how human).

Raven, aglow with job satisfaction at the Museum of the Odd…

The first time Millie was suddenly cornered by several black SUVs, hooded and herded into one of them by burly men wearing suits, sunglasses and earpieces, she'd reacted as you might imagine anyone would…

Jania (and her Prince) ready to receive visitors in the royal aquarium…

Wren, wondering (or not wondering) what happened to her friend…

Zuira put on the black ring and wished for snow…