He had lost everything, had it taken from him, snatched from those who refused to betray everything which defined them. The world was a tapestry, interwoven threads of lives, plants, animals, predators and prey in the great cycle ruled over by the father of them all and the great mother goddess. They had no authority to destroy, but only to take what was needed, to pray for a willing sacrifice and to treat it with respect. Their world had been trampled, men, and women, warriors and innocents fallen around them, to the wolves of another race, and now he was faced with one of them, defenseless as they had been. He could sense the pulse, everything slowing around them, the fear in the dilated pupils. Always he had been a steady shot, the importance of a clean kill drummed into every hunter, for the sake of mercy and preventing suffering, but now his hand shook, though the point remained steady, aimed precisely at the heart. A deep breath, and he resettled his grip, readying to fire... - drabble written for me by
I painted this over the course of today and yesterday. I'm going to estimate that it took around 16-18 hours to complete.
tools wacom bamboo tablet photoshop elements 7.0 reference