Très beau sketch de Faust, très vivant! J'aime vraiment ce perso >_<!

Again, great job. Again, it forces me to dive into the thoughts and fills me with ideas. Of course I think is not the topic but I blew reviewed here is a poem.
Original in Latin:
O liuty Piarkunas - uliubioniec bahoŭ.
Jamu vucha hreje zvon hulki - klinkoŭ...
Jon pavažaje pradkazanni staražytnych volkvoŭ,
I nie škaduje ajčyny vorahaŭ...
Jon mocny jon smiely - vydatny bajec,
Jaho nie padkupić nia kniaź, nie vianec...
Duch staražytnaha vojski ŭ siabie jon uvabraŭ,
Kryvitskij kryž jamu šliach pakazaŭ,
Darohu niahod jon vybraŭ dlia siabie,
Prysiahnuŭ zmahacca , ajčynu kachajučy...
I smierć b pryniaŭ ad varožych miačoŭ,
Alie bahi nie bačać liudskich drobiaziaŭ!
Jaho jany šanujuć i silu dajuć,
Jamu duchi liesu darujut prytulak,
I choć navat smierć zastupiŭ jamu šliach,
Piarkunas zdoĺny jaje padmanuć!
Nie raz jon badziaŭsia pa ciomnych liasach,
U harach zmročnych imčaŭsia - siabie katavaŭ,
Alie kali , jak sciah byŭ abrany bahami,
Jamu praz ziemli niesci treba polymia!
Polymia vajny , polymia slaŭnaha boju,
Toje polymia što zaŭsiody palaje ŭ sercy hieroja,
Toje polymia što liudziam prynios Pramietej,
Toj slaŭny ahoń, što palaje z - za daliokich moraŭ.
I slaŭny Piarkunas, što ŭ bitvie narodžany,
I vaŭkom zlym ŭskormlieny ŭ bajach zahartny,
Zaŭsiody jon hatovy voraha rastaptać,
I slavu hierojaŭ u ahni pieradać!
translation:
Ferocious Perkunas - a favorite of the gods.
He warms the ear ringing loud - Blade ...
He honors the ancient predictions of the Magi
And no regrets homeland enemies ...
He's strong, he brave - a great fighter
Its not bribe not a prince, not a crown ...
The spirit of the ancient forces in himself, he has accumulated,
Kryvitsky cross his path indicated
The way the adversity he has chosen for himself,
Vowed to fight, motherland loving ...
And death would have received from the accursed swords
But the gods do not see the human detail!
They appreciate him and give strength,
He spirits of the forest shelter grant,
And while even death to block his path,
Perkunas able to fool her!
He often wandered through the dark woods,
In the mountains rushing dark - a tortured,
But if, as the flag was chosen by the gods,
He must carry through the land of fire!
The flames of war, the flame of the glorious battle
The flame that burns in the heart is always the hero,
The flame that brought people to Prometheus
That glorious fire that burns out - for the distant seas.
And nice Perkunas that in the battle born
And the evil wolf suckled in battle hardened,
He was always ready to crush the enemy,
And the glory of the heroes in the fire to pass!

Highly doubt that the English version of the rhyme to survive, but I would like everyone to understand ...
Do not judge strictly!

Wow awesome sketch

Nice Art

BEAUTIFUL!

This is love

i like how u draw ur ponies. there very lifelike

i'm wainting your works of "northern" haha...

So do you actually have -book-s for this? if so I WANTS READS!!