Brushing back Viktors hair she couldn't help but smile feeling his fingers slidding through her own snowy curls. Laughter from young Davan and Aliea floated about the small meadow as they played chase about a large ancient tree that had stood in the meadow like a sentry watching time slowly pass.


Long awaited Image promised to Viktor Belikov. Its taken a very long time to finish it up and finaly post it let alone any image. I have been without my fingers for much to long and the freedom to just draw as nothing would reveal itself upon the page before me for almost six months. alas i broke through for a short time but then froze up again and only recently was able to make some serious head way. This is the first in two images I have drawn in the last month the second will be posted in the next few days. Enjoy.