Note: Text in sketch is rough. The content below shows revision and my be revised again once moving to the painting stage.
He carried her limp form down the darkening ally, that same shadow had been invading his being since the humans struck down and spit upon friendship offered freely. No he, who was the first to shed a tear, knew blood must be shed to preserve their safety and carve out a homeland that they could call their own. He did not relish the coming days of blood upon sand, but he would not allow any more kinfolk to fall like cattle lead to slaughter. Those days had ended at the hands of men who claimed they were the mortal hands of god, carrying out his wrath.
In thy name of the father we are protected from sin as we strike down the godless who have no soul, smiting abominations to dust as we bath ourselves in holly communion.
For those who have fallen we offer tears, we offer remembrance, we offer a promise – we shall never again fall silently. They shall know the power of our blade.