Blessed Flight by windfalcon
Brushing aside the crackled leaves and old dust, I saw a mark etched into the bronze. It was a gryphon, wings outspread. In its talons it held a bow, arched with living oak boughs at each end. In its beak it pulled back the blood-fletched arrow, ready to strike.
I had seen this symbol before...somewhere in a dream. A vision? A great beast rose before me, a billowing length of red behind. A protector, guarding the forests below...
Acrylic on illustration board, 11 X 14 inches