"Cold Elf Woman" by Heather Alycia LaPeer

The huntress turned, she knew there was someone following her.  There usually was.  Ever since she had run from that pampered life, her father had sent scum to chase her down.  But she knew, as she always knew, that she could out think them, out track them, and out run them.  Her lips pressed together in cold determination, reflecting the hard person she had become from the life she had chosen, and she gazed down the ridge, disdainful of the pathetic riffraff that had been sent to track her...her as if any of them could.  She laughed cruelly and looked down on them a moment more, before mounting and riding on.

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This is a newer portrait done in colored graphite with high contrast.  The other is in here also but it is about two years old.  This woman was meant to be cold and distant, but also cool and collected looking.  I am working on my elf eye style, and her's turned out to my satisfaction.