He dies with the honor of his ancestors, among the trees, not strung up on a dead one like his brothers or forced to work like a slave as his sisters. He dies a proud alf. His are the kin of the trees. The others that live on in the cities are traitors! Their blood is poison now. He takes as many knights as he can. Tonight the Elvin folks perish.And so ... Goodknight
After a week of influensa and a diet of lozenges and potato twisters, i needed to do a quick drawing to keep in practise. Wtprompt on instagram suggested an animal portrait with a moustache, so here it is!
