"Scientia potentia est." He read, a cool breeze ruffling the thick grassy rise upon which he sits. "There can be no greater power than wisdom and knowledge, and to know is the greatest strength." Aerow looks out towards the icy mountains in the far distance, towering higher than any cloud around it. Vicious winds whip warmer air up their slopes, causing it to condense into white streaks stretched around their peaks. Sat almost directly between them lies a waning moon, bright in the emptiness of the sky.


First big painting in a long time, taken off of my DeviantART account. This is a picture of Aerow, another OC of mine, who is masterful in the air. He knows a lot, and certainly uses that to his advantage whenever and wherever.

AEROW IS MINE
ART IS MINE