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The tunnels that ran under the old cathedral had their uses. Enough uses, in fact, to warrant a guard on their entrance.

The guard had her own opinions on how much her time was warranted of course, but at her rank one did not question orders from the elder Sisters. They may have been snobby bitches, but they could have her executed simply because it pleased them; the Swans had always operated on the principle of power and how it was wielded, and she had none. A nobody from a lesser noble family was hardly unique, and like the others she had been sent here to either find glory for the family... or disappear into a casualty list.

So she guarded.

Her concerns were unwarranted this day, however. The soft clink of metal boots on the stone. The gentle rattle of armour in movement. And the doe-like eyes of the Knight as she slid from a nearby alley and made towards the Swan. The guard's heart fluttered, her lips pulling back into a sneer and she prepared herself for a sliver of the glory she had promised herself she'd find before she died.

The fight was brief.

The end was abrupt.

And the Swan's body shuddered as it reacted viscerally to the blade burying itself into her abdomen. The girl's eyes unfocused, the scene both starkly real to her but also oddly disconnected. She could hear. And see. And Feel. Everything. But it was happening to someone else. It wasn't her falling to her knees, clutching the spurting wound in her side. And it wasn't the bitch who'd slain her standing in front of her, smirking down at the vanquished guard.

And it certainly wasn't her the ground was meeting as the stranger whose body she now lived in toppled forward to land in an awkward heap. She was dimly aware of the pain in her side, and the emptying sensation spreading through her--not her--body.

Then, she wasn't aware of anything at all...

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A quick trio of images to hold people over while I get rolling again. My time through the week went really well, I had a blast, and I'm ready to bring those good vibes back into my work <3 .... Scuba images are in production and I have a morgue commission I may share here, I haven't decided yet.

Thanks for looking!

Black Swan is Alyx, the OC of a friend of mine who'd wanted to see her in a Black Swan outfit!

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Istari1000

Disappear into a casualty list it is... I wonder if her own family will mourn her. After all, they did send her to the Swans.

Jollypops

With a short career like that? I doubt her family will notice, haha.