Zombie, Camilla Johnson, pastel
Dolion owns all the land from the eastern woods to the mountain. You must be mistaken.” “The shifter of the woods is never mistaken, hunter.” “What,” he asked, “are you saying?” he
shuddered. “I was… wasn’t hunting anything! I haven’t done anything. My men and I are simply passing through.” “Then why do you destroy the forest as if this land is yours?” The man stopped for a moment and stared at her blankly. “Miss, I don’t know who you are, but Lord Georgetowner 2020
narrowed her green eyes at him and grinned again. The trees swayed violently as the wind hissed through them. When she smiled at him, their surroundings responded to her with their own consciousness. Leaves flew past the man’s face in whorls of verdant green that blinded him. Howls of wind and the crackling of branches shrieked in 42
