Exile

He had been driven out from his, to the desert, for a crime he did not commit. To him the whole ordeal seemed like a foolish act of desperation - he had the skills to survive in the wilderness, they knew it. So why didn't they just kill him. They knew he would survive, he would come back. Was this some bigger game they played? That he did not know. But he would find out. That he tought to himself as he watched the flames dance under the eyes of his forebears that in their turn watched him from the sky above.

FireAlpaca practise. I'm trying to get back to do more proper art than just sketches..
I don't know do I like this or not. Eh. But there you have it and a lil snippet of text about my character Argentum. He is an older character, I just haven't happened to draw him that often.

Art and character belong to me