Whispers were in the wind, spinning around the form of the drowess, tugging on her hair and clothing.
She stood there calmly, back straight, one arm down, the other bent at the elbow, fist closed tightly before her chest. Her chin was tucked against her neck, eyes closed, ears quivering... listening to the sweet murmurs of death. A scream quietly shot by her and her nails bit into her meaty palm, thick ichorish blood dripping from her nails to run down her arm like syrup. It feathered away then when the blood was released and she lifted her head just slightly, eyes opening to become glowing red slits of fire. Gazing out over the dark forest before her, she watched what others would not see; the screaming wind as it flittered about the field. She heard things in the wind, a knack of hers if she listened hard enough to it.. or when it was loud as it was that night.
this is amazing. just masterful. i'm no painter / pencil artist (i can't draw to save my ass) but this is amazing. i love the background, looks kinda twisted, and the lace at the bottom of the dress. kinda Van Gogh style. good job
It's really a shocking image - one I'm not 100% sure how to digest. The colors/shading provide a marvelous depth to this image. I'm not sure about some of the proportions and lines, but I love the skies back there. Almost a parallax effect while standing still.
Where is the most beautiful picture to be seen?
What is powered by so many dreams?
Did you see?
Did you meet me?
Fantasy Queen, Fantasy Queen
Why do you only live in my dreams?