He missed the sky where he used to glide, but the greater pain came from injured pride.
Inktober Day 29: Injured
Fine Art and Illustration by Jennifer Long Herrera
He missed the sky where he used to glide, but the greater pain came from injured pride.
I want to tell him that he’ll glide again one day.
Lots of nice detail 😊
“The owl, the owl
Is a lonely bird
It chills my heart
With dread and terror
That someone’s blood
There on his wing
That someone’s blood
There on his feathers.”
Taken from the soundtrack of Cold Mountain – ‘I wish, I wish, my baby was born,’