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This is the little comic we made as reward for our Patreon in April (yes… we’re late), which is an adaptation for the story that I wrote a couple of years ago, Promise.
One day, I hope that I’ll be able to show you something more about Cynthia’s past. I doubt we’ll ever have the time to make her story into a comic, but a little novel wouldn’t hurt. Who knows…
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Please remember that this is aoimotion and rem289’s common blog, in which we’ll post all our works made together, past and future!
For more information, check this post: ❣️ AoiRemArt Inauguration
Please remember that this is aoimotion and rem289’s common blog, in which we’ll post all our works made together, past and future!
For more information, check this post: ❣️ AoiRemArt Inauguration
Ed ecco l'episodio 0.1 di J servito anche in italiano! Rem mi ha avvisato del fatto che potrebbero mancare delle sillabe a qualche dialogo… ho ricontrollato tutte le tavole personalmente e non ho trovato alcuna mancanza, se qualcuno le notasse lo scriva qua sotto che sistemo. 😅
Non ho molto da dire su questo episodio, se non che sono contenta di aver potuto far interagire Cynthia, Stella e Zac tutti insieme senza preoccuparmi che qualche fan mi svangasse i… ci siamo capiti, e che non vedo l'ora di concludere J con la prossima parte per attaccare con il sequel vero e proprio. Ma la prossima cosa su cui lavoreremo sarà Operation Dinnertime, quindi ci sarà da aspettare.
Alla prossima, miei cari! 😘
For a complete map of all the stories and comics in their temporal sequence, please consult the story’s timeline! 👈
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Here’s a little preview of J’s next chapter, featuring our favorite vixen in the act of pondering. What is she thinking of…? (If you haven’t read J: Episode 0 yet, you can find it here.)
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Jack Savage, being a Casanova, or something close to that definition, was nothing new for Cynthia.
As far back as the vixen could remember, there had always been an aura around him, charming and somewhat soothing, just like cologne. It had became more refined through time, as the hare fitted the role of suave Agent Savage more and more, reaching the high point – or so she believed – over the last year; and Cynthia would have lied to herself, if she affirmed that she hadn’t been close to falling under his spell at least once.
Not much of a fall, of course, since their relationship was as far from being friendly as it could be without resulting in open hostility, but many times she had found herself thinking that Jack was, objectively speaking, a desirable male. Thus, it was no wonder that he was able to attract so much attention to himself at mundane events, especially from female company. Even so…
“… It pisses me off.” She emptied her glass of wine and slammed it on the table before assaulting the strawberry tarts to her right – which, for the sake of truth, were absolutely delicious. “You stupid, seductive…” Her complaint was interrupted by the food that was being stuffed in her mouth, and resumed when she swallowed it, “You like being in the spotlight, don’t you? So much for money, that was just an excuse to make a spectacle of yourself…” She kept on munching, pouring her anger into the movement of her jaw, with her eyes fixed on Jack at the other side of the hall; he was surrounded by a wide variety of mammals, including Princess Diana, clinging on his right arm like she was drowning and that hare was the only thing that could prevent her from disappearing deep under the pavement.
And to make matters worse… he looked damn fine in that suit, to the point Cynthia almost wanted to join his new-born Venezuelan fan club and become part of the worshippers’ crowd… Almost.
‘It’d be so much easier, if I could just do that ’, she thought in exasperation. Just admiring him from the sidelines, like a fan would do; having a no-brainer relationship – no questions to be asked or to be answered – or even less than that. It would have sufficed the purpose of maintaining a connection with Jack, without all the negative implications. But there was no way she could settle for just that.
