Love the color thematic that you used and that little focus that you did there with the color contrast cold and warm. Great job, also if you don't mind me asking, did you use any textures specifically? o.o
Hey Helzebet, thanks for your comment. All the textures were achieved with custom brushes, by simply putting down strokes and erasing into them. If you like I can send them to you so you can give them a try. Need to dig for the brushes I used since I had them saved on my old laptop (On a different computer at the moment), but will send as soon as I can.
Naku stood on the edge of the cliff, toes curled around the lip of the precipice, eyes staring southward. The view was an astounding one, a birds perspective on the edge of his frozen homeland. The planated tundra stretched halfway top to the horizon, vast and white as a gods eye. Then it slowly seemed to disintegrate into lush green lands, speckled with isolated forests and veined with streams of melted arctic water. He was the only one of his people allowed this sight, it was one of the few gifts of his duty, his life long vigil. Or at least, he had hoped it would be life long. But now, as he stared into the tundra, he ignored the grandness, ignored the beauty and the majesty of the border between two different worlds. Even customary caution was tossed into the wind, as he leaned forward on steady feet, hand shielding his eyes from the sun high in the sky. He had to be sure. For Three hundred generations his family had stood watch, waiting, and dreading, the time when they would see the signal and be summoned. In three hundred generations, not once had the call be raised, not even in false claim, and he would not have his watch become known as the one which faltered. He had to be sure. But there could be no mistaking it. Red in the snow, like a streak of blood which wound and wove its way across the land scape. The messenger, as if having impossibly spotted Naku herself, waved her red flag. The blood oath was called, and Naku's vigil, one which should have, by the mercy of the gods, continued until after he was long dead, had ended. "Sovereigns save us all." He muttered into the wind.
Sorry, got inspired when I saw this, and had to put it somewhere. Excellent picture, really sparks the imagination! Keep up the excellence!