The BoxThe Box4 days ago in Illustrator More Like This
Clanging on a baton screeches all through the cold and dark cells, only a slight crack is all the light they have. Light gazes through the cracks in the old clay bricks. Corners of each cell; like pits to no man’s land, abundances of darkness.
Light shines off her emerald green eye; distorting quickly. Her head flicked back, out of the rare light strand. From lying on her side to sitting upright, she glanced around the empty cell.
Delicate old dragon wings; bounded with chrome steel, in a sort of handcuff fashion restricted all movement. Cramps often grinded every joint in her wings, making it quite painful to move them the slightest bit.
Her hair swayed when she moved, her pearl white dress looked nothing less then stunning even in the dusty and damp halls. The teal green on her cape glistens in the dim light; like dew drops on a new leaf. Aroma of flowers from her crown were only just noticeable over the dust and rotting remains. Eyes like diamonds look at the girl in the cell.