In the cracked heart of the city, Renard Blackwood moves between shadows and silver light, part man, part myth, and wholly untamed.
Behind him, walls bloom with graffiti and ghosts. Beside him, the watchful fox, his mirror, his echo, his warning.
This portrait captures the trickster’s quiet moment of stillness before the next bargain, the next escape.
 
🕯️ From the world of Tongue of the Serpent, where every choice leaves a mark, and every shadow hides a story.