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Where is your sense of adventure!
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The sky was becoming a tumultuous accumulation of graying clouds. In the distance, a clash of sound tore the sky asunder. Nozferatus Orlok (Or Noz, as he was more commonly known) looked upwards, his hoofbeats slowing as his velveteen snout raised to the sky and his nostrils quivered. The scent of rain permeated the air, and by the look of things, a storm was setting to roll in. Noz huffed to himself. When he’d left the inn behind to deliver some stew to an ailing local, there hadn’t been a cloud in the sky. The day had been sunny, balmy. Perfect weather to make the trip. It was almost uncanny how quickly the situation had changed. It was bad enough that the stallion had to leave the inn to begin with. Luckily one of the other proprietors had been around to cover for him, though he still disliked the idea of not being present himself. Now he had to contend with a storm that was quickly gaining ground, threatening to ruin his return journey.
The first droplets of rain struck Noz between the eyes, causing his ears to twitch. The breeze picked up, ruffling his mane and tail, the feathers that were woven into both quivering. Looking around where he stood on the path that led back to his small town, he saw no immediate coverage. Trees were not safe to take shelter under, if the storm was going to be as dangerous as it appeared. He’d have to find somewhere else. An abandoned cottage, maybe, or someone’s barn. His hooves beat out a fast rhythm in the dirt, carrying him forward, desperate to find shelter before he ended up drenched. In his haste, he came upon a stairway built into a cliff side, and he began to descend without so much as a second thought. On his back, along with his rucksack, his glaive was jostled with each new step he took, hoofs clopping on the stones. The steady plip of the rain, which was soft as it struck his brown fur, grew heavier as well, soaking into the hairs. Damp and uncomfortable, he moved with even more alacrity, until he’d reached the bottom of the staircase and his hooves struck dirt once more...
I won a raffe by the wonderful
Ashke and he wrote this for me. I'm splitting it into 3 parts and adding artwork to them.
I hope you enjoy the art and his wonderful writing.
Extra points to whom see the draconic warning sign xD.
Characters are mine
Writing by
Ashke
Artwork by the amazing background artist
Tommyzz123
If you want to see more of his background art check his twitter at https://twitter.com/TomTCart
Where is your sense of adventure!
~~~
The sky was becoming a tumultuous accumulation of graying clouds. In the distance, a clash of sound tore the sky asunder. Nozferatus Orlok (Or Noz, as he was more commonly known) looked upwards, his hoofbeats slowing as his velveteen snout raised to the sky and his nostrils quivered. The scent of rain permeated the air, and by the look of things, a storm was setting to roll in. Noz huffed to himself. When he’d left the inn behind to deliver some stew to an ailing local, there hadn’t been a cloud in the sky. The day had been sunny, balmy. Perfect weather to make the trip. It was almost uncanny how quickly the situation had changed. It was bad enough that the stallion had to leave the inn to begin with. Luckily one of the other proprietors had been around to cover for him, though he still disliked the idea of not being present himself. Now he had to contend with a storm that was quickly gaining ground, threatening to ruin his return journey.
The first droplets of rain struck Noz between the eyes, causing his ears to twitch. The breeze picked up, ruffling his mane and tail, the feathers that were woven into both quivering. Looking around where he stood on the path that led back to his small town, he saw no immediate coverage. Trees were not safe to take shelter under, if the storm was going to be as dangerous as it appeared. He’d have to find somewhere else. An abandoned cottage, maybe, or someone’s barn. His hooves beat out a fast rhythm in the dirt, carrying him forward, desperate to find shelter before he ended up drenched. In his haste, he came upon a stairway built into a cliff side, and he began to descend without so much as a second thought. On his back, along with his rucksack, his glaive was jostled with each new step he took, hoofs clopping on the stones. The steady plip of the rain, which was soft as it struck his brown fur, grew heavier as well, soaking into the hairs. Damp and uncomfortable, he moved with even more alacrity, until he’d reached the bottom of the staircase and his hooves struck dirt once more...
I won a raffe by the wonderful
Ashke and he wrote this for me. I'm splitting it into 3 parts and adding artwork to them.I hope you enjoy the art and his wonderful writing.
Extra points to whom see the draconic warning sign xD.
Characters are mine
Writing by
AshkeArtwork by the amazing background artist
Tommyzz123If you want to see more of his background art check his twitter at https://twitter.com/TomTCart
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Horse
Size 1280 x 720px
File Size 149.7 kB
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