Sylver was a small elf child; she had originally been of noble birth till her family had been murdered. Leaving her to fend for herself in a city where humans hated the elves that kept them as slaves. Sylver was slight with large blue eyes and moon silver hair. Walking to her makeshift home with the half loaf of bread she had been able to steal. When she decided to go the faster way home, she was more confident now. So she set out, unknowing that this route would take her right passed the boys alleyway. They saw Sylver before she saw them, and before she knew it they had cornered her. With a look of terror she looked up at the four huge boys looming over her. “Looks like we’ve found us a little elf brat.” Sneered one of them. “Lets show her how human slaves are treated.” Before poor Sylver could even gasp she was being thrown like a rag doll between the boys. With a cry of fear and desperation she bit one of her attackers hands, giving her enough time to run. They followed after her bellowing all the way. She was nearly home so close, if she could just make it. Then she saw the most beautiful sight in the world. Her massive wolf pet, who was now her only guardian was sitting, waiting for her. Sylver stood hugging his white fur as the tears of fear trickled past her triumphant smile. LyBael (wolf guardian in elfish) snarled menacingly preparing to inflict merciless pain on anyone who would hurt his mistress. This picture was done using my new tablet and pen. I don’t really want to colour it, or make it less sketchy I like it that way. I might add a background if and when I can be bothered. Please leave comments, as I love to hear what you guys and gals think of my work.