Wednesday, 2 May 2012
Art - Prevail
Angus nodded, his jaw tightening as he took stock of their remaining troops. The onslaught had been brutal and unexpected, and few of the sidhe still stood at their side. They could withstand one more wave, perhaps two; beyond that -
Angus turned to meet the eyes of his second, the grim knowledge shared between them. After a moment's pause he shook off the melancholy and straightened his spine, jarring weary limbs into attention.
"I know, Heron." he acknowledged, glancing at what remained of his men.
"What then? What now?" Gideon gritted his teeth, hating the odds before them. He glanced back in time to see the uncharacteristic expression on his prince's face; a thin, hopeful smile pushing past the weariness.
"We are sidhe; this is where we make our stand. This is the place we battle, this is the time we test the mettle of our hearts." he turned and clasped his hand to his second's arm.
"We prevail, brother. We prevail."
Since getting the diagnosis I hadn't managed to do much art. I decided that I wanted to have at least one piece done before I head to the MOAS and the craziness of the months ahead. Not my best work, but I am happy with it.
Gideon the Heron and Angus, Lord of Summerhey. Compared to a swarm of wyrms, what's cancer?
I too, will prevail. <3