The second in a series of commissions of sketches from the artist who rebuilt Masque. I've always loved her pencil sketches. I liked what she produced with the inkpen- especially the latex shine.

From my return story in which I take on a new body. *rustles her leaves* My vines bore through my victim, entering through the closest exposed flesh to flow through her body and form the neural network that is my plant self. In this case, as she's completely covered except for her face and hands, *shrugs her shoulders* c'est la vie. Don't worry. The bitch had it coming. With a network of thorns and vines burrowed through the flesh of my meal on-the-go, their faces tend to be less than pleasant by most standards. It's a good thing this one has such a huge mane of hair to cover up with while I get my face on...