I FINISHEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.

I like this style of colouring.. feels more.. natural.. and ish more fun.

I forgot everything else I was gonna say about the pic...

ONTO MY BLURB I WROTE.

Yes that's right.. I drew the pic .. and HAD to write something for it... even though it's considered a drabble.. I always call it a blurb... I guess I like that word... blurb.. hehe.. blurb... (At the time I wrote the blurb I didn't really care if it was accurate or not I just wanted to write it XD)



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photoshop with tablet.. when almost completed tablet stopped working so finished it with the mouse..
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My Blurb:



“You are alive.... Arthas…” Came a soft voice from on the ground, slightly weak, but easily recognizable.

Arthas, while sitting atop his massive undead mount, turned his head to see someone from his past.. someone who had meant more to him than anyone else, lying there on the ground....
“Jaina…” Was his only response.

“You saved me…” Spoke Jaina with such a soft tone, that so many tender memories of her rushed back to him, causing him to just gaze at her equally tender features of her face.

Arthas had indeed single-handedly slain every last demon around him, but hadn’t taken notice of Jaina until just now. As she had been injured, and lying on the ground.

She stood to her feet shakily though, she was very strong and ignored the pain as though it was nothing... Nothing more than a flesh wound, it would heal in time.
“I thought you were dead.…”

Oh but he was dead. At least, that’s what it felt like. After Frostmourne stole his soul, he felt as though he did indeed become the undead himself. That was why he had no trouble joining their ranks after he had sworn to rid his land of every last one of them..

… But he was too absorbed in the moment as memories continued to rush back to him, to correct her.

Jaina noticed that something was obviously not right about him, he didn’t have the same look in his eyes he used to, he did'nt have the same composure, and most obviously his appearance gave it away.. he wasn't the same Arthas at all.. but dispite all that.. deep down inside, she was very happy he was alive...

Arthas looked down at her from his tall and mighty Frost Wyrm mount. He saw her injuries, he saw the blood... but if it wasn’t for the fact that every memory of her in his past was so precious.. and if she was as bitter towards him as every once-comrade of his became.. He would have slain her on the spot... putting her out of her misery.

As he turned back, about to instruct his steed to take to the skies once again... Jaina pleaded to Arthas one last time...

“Arthas.. no.. are you leaving again...?”

There was a pause as one last rush of memories came, memories of his last visit with her flooded back... They were full of joy, sadness, sweetness, and love.. none of which he could feel any longer... But dispite his soul being locked away... somehow.. he didn’t know how.. he longed to have those again...

He reached out a hand to her, saying but one word which is all that she needed to hear..

“Come…”

“Arthas…” Jaina took his hand.