"We don´t take any prisoners," The King said in hoarse voice to one of his Generals as he let his view wander over the battlefield. He rubbed his tired eyes and ignored the throbbing headache; hours of batteling had taken its toll. He looked at the prisoners they had taken. A few hundred men stood there, tied up, awaiting their fate.
Though the noise of the battle had faded, now the moaning and crying of hundreds of wounded and dying soldiers filled the air. The sounds were quiet compared to the noises of battle, but more horrifying than the loudest war drum. This time the number of casualties was high on both sides, many men had fallen. Too many..
And the war was not yet won. There would be more killing.
The king narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw in determination. "I said no prisoners this time." Rydan hissed. "I hate to repeat myself."
The king never expected his men to do that which he would not do himself, so he pulled out his dagger and turned around. His blue cloak fluttered in the wind, flaring out behind him as with a flick of his wrist he cut the throat of the first prisoner. The King looked deep into the eyes of the man he had just murdered, begging for his forgiveness and sending a silent prayer to his god.
But he knew that no prayer would ever erase those memories, nor would it ever lift the guilt that tarnished his eternal soul. He would remember this moment until his dying day, and if he was truly cursed as he believed he was, his soul would remember the faces of every man he had ever slaughtered even in his next life.
Thank you for reading also the text. I seldom write text that goes along with an illustration, but this time I felt like it for giving you the complete shivers. This is personal work, worked on and off for several weeks inbetween commissions. The chainmail gave me the shits, I couldn´t use my brushes because in that corner of the arm it sits not straight as you can see. You can expect more Rydan pictures the next week, because he is such a willing model when I need to get my head free. XD
Ich muss echt gestehen, dass Deine Werke sehr inspirierend sind und mich dazu motivieren, mit meiner Geschichte endlich anzufangen Ich wünschte, ich hätte das Talent, welches Du hast. Dann würde ich wohl endlich all die tollen Bilder, die ich im Kopf habe, zu Papier bringen Weiter so!
Danke dir! Ich würde mal sagen, es ist nicht Talent, sondern jahrelange Übung und nicht aufgeben. Man muss allerdings richtig Spass zum Zeichnen haben.
Breathtaking... that details, carvings on the dagger... and this blood in the air (I've always wondered how you all draw it)... damn me if it's not a masterpiece.