Gh0st1e
Bisexual Panic
While the sun was visible in the sky the castle was in shadows. Nothing loomed to either side but the light was afraid to dread on that ground. The built stone walls and iron fences and wooden gates all guarded against the warmth. The courtyard had a stone pathway for carriages to head down, though it was never used. Surrounding the pathway were small gardens. Bushes and trees bowed over the entrance with solemn dignity. Servants and guards of the castle went about their duties. Milkmaids hauling buckets and heading off towards the pens. Guards taking their positions in the shadows with nervous faces. Their gloves damp with sweat from nerves. Everyday the same routine took place, but everyday it felt just as unnerving as the first.
A woman in a corset fitted dress that trailed behind her like a veil of white. Fur, likely from one of the numerous white colored creatures roaming outside the snowy walls, covered her hands and neck. Her hair tied in an intricate braid with beads stuck within the locks. No one knew who she was but they were under orders not to approach or interact with her. Many thought she was a spirit or ghost here to haunt her old home. But no one knew for sure.
Until someone from a distant kingdom showed up in a gorgeous carriage seeking a Princess by the name of Psykhe. None of the staff knew who they were asking for, they didn't even know what this supposed princess looked like. They only knew the name from a prophetic dream. Finally stepped forward the King, a tired man with heavy wrinkles and shoulders sagging with years of pressure. He leads the intrepid visitor with caution to the snowy gardens where a woman in all white stands with her hair let down from it's intricate braid. The beads scattered at her feet with white owls calling to her as she looks into the horizon.
The sound of the door startles the birds and send them into a flurry around the figure, slowly she turns and looks at the newcomer with wide, disc eyes.
Essentially, eerie princess kept in the castle grounds, may or may not be real, gets a visitor.
Listen I just... I've had the name owl eyes in my head for days now and an idea for a drawing just... let me get this outta my system.
A woman in a corset fitted dress that trailed behind her like a veil of white. Fur, likely from one of the numerous white colored creatures roaming outside the snowy walls, covered her hands and neck. Her hair tied in an intricate braid with beads stuck within the locks. No one knew who she was but they were under orders not to approach or interact with her. Many thought she was a spirit or ghost here to haunt her old home. But no one knew for sure.
Until someone from a distant kingdom showed up in a gorgeous carriage seeking a Princess by the name of Psykhe. None of the staff knew who they were asking for, they didn't even know what this supposed princess looked like. They only knew the name from a prophetic dream. Finally stepped forward the King, a tired man with heavy wrinkles and shoulders sagging with years of pressure. He leads the intrepid visitor with caution to the snowy gardens where a woman in all white stands with her hair let down from it's intricate braid. The beads scattered at her feet with white owls calling to her as she looks into the horizon.
The sound of the door startles the birds and send them into a flurry around the figure, slowly she turns and looks at the newcomer with wide, disc eyes.
Essentially, eerie princess kept in the castle grounds, may or may not be real, gets a visitor.
Listen I just... I've had the name owl eyes in my head for days now and an idea for a drawing just... let me get this outta my system.
