Druscilla Penny

Dragoon General


Her exposed phalanges still have the tattered remnants of dusty cobweb clinging to them. The drab cloak and rusted pauldrons about her shoulders hang like a corpseshroud over the austere, functional chainmail which conceals the skeletal frame animated by dark purpose. Her dust-grey hair flows in straight falls to her waist from under a commanding officer’s barbute where her bare face is frozen in the grimace of bones. She is silent and still, but you know she watches.


Druscilla Penny

Night Eternal Solipsomnenti