Medium: Colored pencil, 8.5X11 inches
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The sky moved quietly with rainclouds. Falcon rest her elbow against the edge of the marble balcony, the hilt of her dagger resting on her chin. Moonshadow flew down from an unnoticable point in the heavens, and landed on her shoulder. She was the only source of comfort.
This attack...would be their last chance. It was near impossible to win, she knew. However, there was one thing she would never do, and that was to be chained without a fight...
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