I must say this is probably one of my best pictures to-date. It took me like 2 days to draw but I am very pleased with the outcome. If anybody has any requests please comment on my page. This is a scene from one of my books, hope you like it!
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Here's some of the story:
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I stepped lightly through the forest, my ribs still aching from when I had fallen. I could see my breath and shivered at the thought of it. All around me the sounds of the forest suddenly stopped, followed by a roar that shook the ground.
I jumped and looked around wildly at the noise, but nothing was there. I continued walking, though a bit more wary this time.
I held my dagger out in front of me as I stepped into an empty clearing. I could see the moon, glowing down brightly on the silver blades of grass.

That was when I realized I was lost. So involved was I with my search for whatever had been lurking outside our camp that I never bothered paying attention where I was going.

I heard the sound of something charging through the forest, most likely the creature from earlier. Accompanied by the noise was an ear-splitting screech that shook me to the core. Without realizing what I was doing, I dropped to the ground and put my hands over my head just as a gargantuan, white-speckled blueberry colored bear leaped into the clearing and right over me. I shrieked in alarm and began to get up, so as to run away, but a voice stopped me.

It is nearly impossible to describe what it sounded like. It was very birdlike, but it had an undertone of a low growl.
"Don't move a muscle. It will kill you in a second. Just don't move."
I looked towards the source of the voice and realized the most beautiful creature I had ever seen was no longer an eagle.
Its tail swishing back and forth menacingly, its front legs wrapped in bandages, and beak opened in a threatening snarl, the black griffin crouched low, ready to pounce.

Meanwhile, the bear was watching me with great interest, as if I was some giant toothpick. I gulped. It charged at me and I tensed, preparing for death, but then the griffin jumped and blindsided the bear. The bear ran away whimpering like a coward, but it had left plenty of damage.

The griffin lay on the ground, panting, with a huge gash down the length of her side.
I kneeled down beside her. All I had was my dagger. I couldn't do anything to help.
"I am so sorry!" I said, gasping at the damage.
"It's okay," she said, "I've lived through worse."
I glanced over her body, taking in her golden-tipped wings-the patterns on her head, her fire-colored, feathered tail.
"What is your name?" She asked.
"Me? I'm Kinja. And you?"
"Mahini." She blacked out.