This is not an adoptable. This is an NPC for Blackwater Mountain ARPG.
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Wolf ID; Name; Nickname; Sex; Female Fur Color; White Body Markings;Saddle, Dark Back Head Markings;Mask, Bridge of Nose, Muzzle Eyes; Green (Pup Blue) Mutations; None
Daz 3d Studio 4.10 Pro: {V4, Mirai morph, Mil Horse, V4-Herlam Centaur morph, Forest environment, staff, treasure chests, iray render settings, Jessi hair, light }
GIMP 2.8.22: {}
Just a not to self. It seems that I didn't see that the injection morph was named 'Mirai' rather than 'Miral'. Being lazy I just tend to name the characters resulting from using a texture or injection morph as the title or name of the character render. I'll just leave the title alone.
Lower case 'i','j' & 'l' look similar depending upon the font used.
To follow the Echydna > Medusa > ... narrative, I decided to portrait Kraken next. HOWEVER: Perseus didn't use Medusa's head to kill the Kraken. As a matter of fact Kraken is a part of Norwegian mythology, not the Greek, and we only associate Kraken with Perseus because of the Clash of Titans movie.
I discovered that the monster sent to kill Andromeda was therefore, not the Kraken, but the sea serpent Cetus (not sent by Hades, but by Poseidon). It probably was a whale. It is described as fishlike, serpentine, with a long muzzle.
So, I pictured it in that moment where it is being petrified after looking at the face of medusa. The upper side of its body is already stone, whilst the tail is still green and slippery. The head of Medusa (based in the Medusa medal I posted earlier) hangs in the air, sustained by a human hand (imagine that Perseus is in top of a cliff or still riding Pegasus (though Pegasus was born from Medusa's blood and therefore should not be there, he was ridden by Beleforonte in the Chimera legend).
This is number 1077 in the "SSU Bios" series, featuring the many races set to appear in the "Sleepy Stories" comics by myself and Nayzor Dinodragoons- Dinodragoons are a race of prehistoric cavalry centaurs. They have the torsos of cavewomen and lower bodies of dinosaurs. Dinodragoons are dedicated guardians of Pangaea, watching over cavewomen and prehistoric races. They are very strong and muscular. Dinodragoons love to sleep, growling their snores loudly with the pregnant ones snoring the loudest. Next Bio: Scolopendras
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Concept Art for Episode 0: "The Demon". One of the versions of location for Varonjezhes space research base. In the official issue we will see it with other background. Just made this variant for fun. Enjoy!
Tribute to my best friend. You were always there for me, through sunshine and rain. When my dysfunctional family was crumbling down, when I was bullied in school, when the entire world seemed so bleak, you wagged your tail and smiled at me. And suddenly everything was going to be okay.
We dug giant holes in the backyard, filled it with water, jumped in and covered ourselves in mud. The best days were when we got to go to your favorite lake. You really loved to roll in duck poop and dead fish. I held you in my lap even when you smelled like rotten fish. I had to shampoo you twice and it was all so much fun.
With each divorce and remarriage, we had to move and give you away when the new place didn't allow dogs. But somehow you always made it back to me. When emotional trauma gave me amnesia for one year, I couldn't remember the people in my life but I remember you. If my mom had gone through with the suicide, I would have been okay because I had you.
I grew up and you grew old. Now I'm old enough to be okay on my own, and it was thanks to you. I'll always miss you. Thank you for the 17 years of unconditional love.
made a cool comment with a backstory and it's just too awesome to just be lost in the comment section:
Broken, they'd told her.
Useless, they have called her.
Rainbow Dash had faced many challenges in her life, from the bullies in flight school not leaving her best friend alone, to becoming the weather coordinator for a small town an hour's flight from Canterlot.
Nothing would ever be as challenging as this, however.
Removing her armored flak vest, Dash opens her locker and puts it away along with her helmet, her boots, and her satchel. Moving a hoof to close the locker's door, she pauses, eyes pulled to the worn and faded poster taped to the inside of it.
Despite it's age, she can still see the stoic faces of the Wonderbolts' looking out at her, their confidant smiles bringing forth one of her own.
She had awoken every day for years to the sight of this poster. Every day, she had seen it and her dream to be counted among their ranks, the ranks of the most experienced, most amazing fliers in all of Equestria had been born anew. Had become stronger.
So when the war had started, when Spitfire herself had put out the call to arms for all Pegasi. Dash had not hesitated a moment, never thought for a second that joining their ranks to help combat the growing threat in the North would be anything less than the most amazing idea she had ever had. She had been filled with a feeling of pride so complete that she had sworn she might explode the day she had been given her wings, had been made the leader of a combat aerial patrol group.
Her smile falters, as in the reflective metal surface of the locker door she spies it. The source of all the scorn, all the hurtful words the other Pegasi tossed at her.
Her prosthetic wing.
It had not been her first mission, it had not even been her tenth mission. It had been her twentieth, when her ego and the confidence that had defined her for almost her entire life, had made her lax.She should have seen it coming, should have seen the signs of the ambush. Perhaps if she had, she'd still have her wing.
And her squad might still be breathing.
She could still hear the yell of her second, a Sergeant who'd been with her since they'd both joined up in Cloudsdale. She could still smell the burnt feathers, the rancid smell of the fireball striking her friend, her wingmate, in the chest. She could still feel the sensation of falling as the pain of her wing caused her vision to swim and turn black around the edges.
The images flash through her mind as she grits her teeth, trying desperately to get the memories to stop playing. She didn't want to see their faces! She didn't want to hear their frantic calls for help over the radio, the answering call of 'five more minutes' causing her stomach to drop more than the fall had. She didn't want to feel the hoof gripping hers as her friend's smile had started to slip as their eyes had closed.
And yet, even as all the images swim to the surface unbidden, causing her to lean against the locker, why can she not remember her friend's final words?
"Command Sergeant?" A voice comes from behind her, causing her wings to snap out, the fiberglass and steel of her prosthetic catching the light and causing the pony who had called over to her to breath sharply.
"Yes, Corporal?" Dash replies, looking over one shoulder, unwilling to admit that she can't fold her prosthetic easily.
"Captain needs to talk to you," the Corporal, a mare, says shakily. Dash chuckles inwardly, as the mare must be knew if she was still gasping at her wounds.
"Tell her I'll be right there," Dash sighs, looking back at her locker. The mare nods, and runs off.
Turning her attention back to the locker, Dash folds her wings, wincing inwardly at the creak her prosthetic makes. She looks one last time at the poster, putting a hoof against it, and smiling.
And, in a whisper that she is sure only she can hear, Dash smiles and says the words she's been telling herself since the firs time they'd called her broken.
"I might be broken, but they've not beaten me yet...."
1 out of 2 illustrations I did for Scene 1: Alice is bored as she sits near the riverbank with her sister. She notices a clothed white rabbit with a pocket watch and follows it.
I really had so much fun painting this one and I placed so many details. I miss drawing originals so much and when I did this there was so much freedom and I went overboard heee;;_(:3
A small commission I did earlier, but it took me some time to finish editing it so that I may post it. I have been somewhat slower with getting this one out than I might have liked, but I intend to keep working on things and hopefully soon have more posts to come, after the time of this posting. This story's set-up was decided by the commissioner. It's a small story involving both weight gain and female muscle growth, similar to my Dragon's Crown Story, Big Guns, Bigger Gut.