Something Soft

Something soft

I see you gather before me… hungry… terrified… Clutching your babes to your breast. Emperor Emhyr has marched his legions into our lands… Laid siege to every fortress from here to the Blue Mountains.. Rabid and ravenous, he bites and bites away. Men of the north, you stand at the precipice! Your kings have failed you, so now you turn to the gods! And yet you do not plead? You do not kneel to dust your heads with ash? Instead you wail, “Why have the gods forsaken us?”

Dubhenn haern am glâdeal, morc'h am fhean aiesin // the flash that cuts through darkness, the light that breaks the night

я так хочу нарисовать с Регисом полноценный арт, но я все время не довольна результатом

черно-белы скетчи - мощь

[Investigate the Griffin nest.]