'Well looky here, Tayl, we got ourselves a pretty one!' Haven looked in the direction of the voice. The two drunken men came towards her, lecherous intentions showing on their stained breeches. She glanced back at the broken pane of glass in the remains of the window frame opposite. They weren’t wrong she was pretty, strong features yet elegant. Her long indigo colored hair hung around her shoulders, tight red braids contrasted nicely, against her pale flesh. What stood out though were the dark stripes that flowed over each cheek, as a youth she had hated them, now at 19 she realised that they were a tool of her own sensuality. Oils on Canvas.
This one is for Staci Goddard one of the best friends I could have known here in the woods.