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I created this picture of Aronansa for Sharquelle in the Riften Woodlands I find something therapeutic about painting tree's and all those crisp golds and autumnal reds and browns!

Aronansa is just returning from a hunt in this picture, you can see her hunters pouch full of game that she has caught. Slowly finding the balance between realism and cartoon that I like! Here is a little quote from Aronansa Chapter 11

The smell of damp earth and old fallen leaves soothed her; it had an instinctive calming effect on her emotions. The sound of rustling leaves in the treetops formed a beautiful symphony as it was combined with the singing of the birds. Out here she was in her element. She would prefer Vipir’s presence over that of Niruin, anytime! But at least Niruin’s company allowed her to leave the Cistern. It felt so liberating, to actually feel her skills being put up for the test again, by one of her own kind. No one could run through the woods faster than a Bosmer.

Even with her shoulder still healing; she was no match for any human. She heard the sound of an elk bull, scratching his antlers to an old birch tree, in the distance. The sounds of a rabbit-colony in their burrow at the base of the oak. The growling snarls of a wolf pack, that had made their den about two miles from where she was sitting. The musky smell of a male beaver that was building his dam, a few miles upwind. The bark of the old oak tree felt warm to the touch, she heard the sap stream underneath it; slowing down for the upcoming winter.

Commissions are still available if anyone would like me to create something:

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I created this picture of Aronansa for Sharquelle in the Riften Woodlands I find something therapeutic about painting tree's and all those crisp golds and autumnal reds and browns!

Aronansa is just returning from a hunt in this picture, you can see her hunters pouch full of game that she has caught. Slowly finding the balance between realism and cartoon that I like! Here is a little quote from Aronansa Chapter 11

The smell of damp earth and old fallen leaves soothed her; it had an instinctive calming effect on her emotions. The sound of rustling leaves in the treetops formed a beautiful symphony as it was combined with the singing of the birds. Out here she was in her element. She would prefer Vipir’s presence over that of Niruin, anytime! But at least Niruin’s company allowed her to leave the Cistern. It felt so liberating, to actually feel her skills being put up for the test again, by one of her own kind. No one could run through the woods faster than a Bosmer.

Even with her shoulder still healing; she was no match for any human. She heard the sound of an elk bull, scratching his antlers to an old birch tree, in the distance. The sounds of a rabbit-colony in their burrow at the base of the oak. The growling snarls of a wolf pack, that had made their den about two miles from where she was sitting. The musky smell of a male beaver that was building his dam, a few miles upwind. The bark of the old oak tree felt warm to the touch, she heard the sap stream underneath it; slowing down for the upcoming winter.

Commissions are still available if anyone would like me to create something: