Without Hope, But Proud

And so he marched to battle, eyes cold and merciless for one so young. The last dying battle, doom to all who would follow, but they flew towards their deaths with a loyal dignaty. To save their homeland, to distract their foes for but a few hours, they would lay down their lives.

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I drew this little dragon in school a while ago, and no matter how many times I attempted to color him in it always came out...wrong. So thusly, he was left in his pure-pencil-shaded state. ^_^ Dragons aren't really my thing...but I felt like something different.

Hope you like one of my few non-computerized drawings~!