This was ment to be a cell from the comic page that I was working on. It was Makoto over-looking the distruction of her kingdom from a cliff-side with all the people she was travling with at that time. She wasn't worried for the tyrant-king (her father), but to the innosent people under his iron fist. Her keen hearing picking up thier screams of death and their pleds for a meaningful death.
Inked with India ink and origanaly drawn with good ol' #2 and shadding pencils.