That doesn’t look like Vane walking out to the pond. Also, slightly different shadowing and color being used on this page. Interesting. The bar maid, a beautiful Mexican type looking gal. Erin you have such an eye for faces. just love your work. Thank you.
One could feel so very sorry for Hunter … until one realizes that even in the best of explanations, he’s a human sacrificing horn-dog who has a way with killing women … and raising some kind of murdersome revenant. Son of Perdition. Abomination, unclean, and all that. Feeding so many good things to his unholy desire.
His overall features are all so strong, it isn’t until you see them isolated that you realize just how WEARY tired his eyes have become. Just because he is not one to regret does not mean he is not filled to the brim with sorrow. And he is getting older, too. So much potential for heroism or villainy, but so preoccupied with mere survival lately that, on balance, is more of a…ruthlessly neutral, if there is such a thing.
I have no idea what color Florence Nightingale’s eyes were, but somehow this seems like the sort of sentiment that some admirer who knew her would have said in regard to her compassion. Dr. Black, in life, seems to have been 1/3 Nightingale, 1/3 John Snow, and 1/3 Queen Bodicia. Here, it seems Hunter found her Nightingale side most appealing, which makes it all the more tragic that All that’s left of her is Bodicia now, in Londinium burning mode.
I’m giving 5/7 odds the bartender dies.
Please don’t kill the bartender.
That doesn’t look like Vane walking out to the pond. Also, slightly different shadowing and color being used on this page. Interesting. The bar maid, a beautiful Mexican type looking gal. Erin you have such an eye for faces. just love your work. Thank you.
Thanks, js!
One could feel so very sorry for Hunter … until one realizes that even in the best of explanations, he’s a human sacrificing horn-dog who has a way with killing women … and raising some kind of murdersome revenant.
Son of Perdition. Abomination, unclean, and all that. Feeding so many good things to his unholy desire.
His overall features are all so strong, it isn’t until you see them isolated that you realize just how WEARY tired his eyes have become. Just because he is not one to regret does not mean he is not filled to the brim with sorrow. And he is getting older, too. So much potential for heroism or villainy, but so preoccupied with mere survival lately that, on balance, is more of a…ruthlessly neutral, if there is such a thing.
Whoa, much obliged for the thoughtful comment, Ry! 🙂
I have no idea what color Florence Nightingale’s eyes were, but somehow this seems like the sort of sentiment that some admirer who knew her would have said in regard to her compassion. Dr. Black, in life, seems to have been 1/3 Nightingale, 1/3 John Snow, and 1/3 Queen Bodicia.
Here, it seems Hunter found her Nightingale side most appealing, which makes it all the more tragic that All that’s left of her is Bodicia now, in Londinium burning mode.