The Dark Knight Tresspaser

*CONTEST*
"THE DARK KNIGHT TRESSPASER"

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Reference:totmoartsstudio2,juancaque.
Done in Pts,tablet, and 3 day hahaha..


Before i am submit art and entering to the contest, i have 4 point question to aHmed,


The Question..

-Can i join the contest??
-Can i change a background ??
-Can i change the size??
-Ihave much reference..Can i used that??


The Answer
-Sure you can my friend.. It's allowed
You still have 6 more days for the deadline
-Sure thing my friend.. It's allowed
-I guess there is no problem with that too my friend

If you felt knew and familiar with this colur, OK it's true, I combine several colors of participants who joint in this contest.There was no complaint or bad question all about that ,, BECAUSE I GOT APPROVAL FROM AHMED

thanks,so enjoy it

And here's my friend created a little story ,..


"Milady!" Urakh shouted helplessly as the wyvern held the princess in the grasp of its razor sharp claws. The siege at the castle was a mere distraction so the kidnap team could sneak on the princess bedchambers, knowing that she were guarded by only average guardsmen. Urakh saw the corpses of the guards upon the balcony, their bloodstain dying the pavement with deep crimson.

"It seems Azrael's own elite forces came to do this task. If it weren't for my initiative to protect the princess." Urakh dropped to his knees. "The princess is in grief danger. The castle has suffered enough casualties. I must go alone."

Urakh made his way to his bedchamber and opened the grand teak wardrobe that stood at the end. In it was a set of magnificent armor, most likely handed down to him. Without hesitation he lifted the breastplate from its rest, and donned it. He did so with all the other parts of the armor, except the helmet. He took the helmet in his hands, and gazed at its eye-slit for a moment, picturing his father in it. After collecting his determination, he donned the helmet and made way to the tower where the sorcerer was at work. He sought council from the sorcerer, and assistance... he received a generous amount of both.

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Urakh sighted the enemy's fortress. Security was at its minimum for most of the forces were sent to his domain. He sped up his steed, riding through the dark woods. As he sighted the exit, he sped the horse even more, only to receive an impact coming from nail-club. He fell off his steed, and the steed made no effort in returning for his master. Urakh unsheathed his blade, apparently unready for what was before him. Two huge ogres, towering twice his height, each holding a club reeked of death. He took stance, thinking if the magic that the sorcerer had given him could save him from this dire situation. As the trolls were five paces away from him, he closed his eyes, and prayed...