Hi guys, here's the personal illustration I've been doing past two weeks after working hours, hope you like it.
What will you say about a little bit of fun? Type what story sparks in your mind while looking at this picture and share it with everyone - let's all see what imagination deviantart users have!
She dropped to her knees in the snow, her blade still had blood from her battle. She wanted to pray, she had surprised herself but the heart in her breast still beat quicker than usual from her activity. The knight she had fought, he surely was holding back, but now she wanted rest as the wind woke her. It was cold, but still she had to press on she couldn't fail. She knew of his arms, and would commit it to memory not to harm him unless necessary, but her mission got her to get up.
I really could go further probably but wow, I would need more to go on lol))
In exhaustion she finally dropped to her knees in the snow, on her blade was still the blood of those she had thought were friends. She closed her eyes as she tried to hold the tears of betrayal back. How could they have done such a thing? The people who had raised her, who had taught her and cared for her, she never could have believed such evil could possibly hide just below the surface...
There is more but... it could get lengthy....OH! I wanna write it all now!
She knelt before her master. "The enemy was weak, and unprepared. None escaped." "And what of your losses?" "We lost none who didn't deserve their fate." He smiled, as a father watching his child reach adulthood. "Very well. Was the cargo all you promised?" "This blade bears it: royal blood. They can ignore us no longer."
I envision some sort of cult that glorifies killing, and the power to kill, with the character shown being a member of an elite class. She bears the appearance, but not the attire, or nobility.
I really could go further probably but wow, I would need more to go on lol))
There is more but... it could get lengthy....OH! I wanna write it all now!
EPIC
"And what of your losses?"
"We lost none who didn't deserve their fate."
He smiled, as a father watching his child reach adulthood. "Very well. Was the cargo all you promised?"
"This blade bears it: royal blood. They can ignore us no longer."
I envision some sort of cult that glorifies killing, and the power to kill, with the character shown being a member of an elite class. She bears the appearance, but not the attire, or nobility.