I was just looking through some art, and I was thinking of a guy pulling out of a girl just in time. :3

A group of friends on a beach at night, moon refelcting off the water, by a fire, just chilling out starring off into the sea, maybe have some couples with their heads leaned against each other.

Sorry if this isnt good enough, im a little to wired on suger to keep a solid thought, xD

She looked into his eyes, her vision partially blinded by the tears beginning to fall hotly down onto her face. His smile matched her own as the reddish-orange haze of the setting sun gave an almost sepia, nostalgic aura to the moment. Those four short, simple words had taken her completely by surprise, even as she saw him drop down onto one knee and pull the black velvet box out from the pocket of his leather jacket. Nodding softly and fighting a sob of pure joy, she threw her arms around his broad shoulders and held him tightly as she whispered "yes..."

...beautiful.


...lol. My vote is for this one X3 And I entered.

thankya! I appreciate it; I've always loved writing (even if I'm too damn lazy to finish a decent short story every now and then, lol)

lol, I love it too... *sighs* I just haven't done it in years...

The male in this pic (me) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4191845

Only his body is covered in flames so black they seem to suck in the light. The lines demarking his form are - by contrast - stark white. As if someone drew a dragon with white pencil on black paper. He has no eyes, but the sockets are filled with a bright unholy white light, illuminating the grin that curls up and around his cheeks exposing his razor-like black teeth.
In the pic he would be holding some random furry's head, with the eyes missing and the top of the skull hollowed out and a candle placed in it, and paining it with regular orange and black paint to look like a Jack - o - Lantern.

^.=.^ My mundus form is one sick puppy.

*painting

...>.=.> wow... looking back at this journal, mine is one of the worst ideas in here... lol...

Picture this scene.

A male doberman sitting on top of a hill with the sea coast almost right below him and a tree with a single brown leaf at his back. a small breeze in blowing in the evening. In the distance the setting sun is barely touching the horizon giving the sea and sky a gentle orange glow. The doberman is sporting a blue scarf with a dark blue jacket and a pair of dark jeans. At first his attention is at the sun then that last leaf falls in front of him and his attention focuses on that with a face that says change is coming.

My try.

We all get to see 'sleep over' pillow fight pictures. But what about an aftermath picture of that? Rumpled sheets, clothing askew and a pile of three or four ladies in a few exhausted poses with their pillows still clenched in hand with that look of exhausted exuberance on their faces, one maybe giggle and another, outright laughing.

I dunno, something peaceful and fun/playful at the same time.

having a simple grassy background, and a lazy day of a cloud or two in the sky. Picnic blanket on the ground in the traditional checkered fashion. Showing a few empty containers of food brought there. Though, there'd be two plates. One with the name  zealand on it and one with  flamedrake on it, but the plate with the dragon's name on it is sticking out of the Hybrid's muzzle haphazzardly as he's rubbing his very very very full tummy and there's no FlameDrake to be seen!

Though a small cutaway of a curled up little red dragon with a could be cute!

 flamedrake would be totally in love with you if yah did!

AAAAAAND if that's not something you like drawing, then just the pair of them bellies stuffed lazing on the blanket is just as well!

CAT ANTICS!!!

Falling into the darkest pits of despair, a young woman has given up on life. She's lost everything; her money, her possessions, her friends, her motivation and desire. It was the end. Nothing could possibly bring her back to the normal life she'd once led.

Even in her sleep, all she can dream of is falling--falling into a black abyss of nothingness. She could only cry in anguish as the eternal emptiness seemed to consume her.

One day, she finally gave up on what little hope of recovery that she could possible hold on to. Standing at a rooftop ledge, she flipped a coin to decide her fate--Heads, she'd try one last time to pull herself and her life together, despite all of the failures she'd faced. Tails, and she would end it all here, with one mere step forward...

As the coin revealed Heads-up, she cried all of the tears of despair that she could possibly muster. She questioned herself--was there any true point in going on, even to keep her promise to this measly coin?

Everything changed, however, that very moment, as she heard the rooftop elevator doors open behind her...

Hmmm... something challenging?

A group of bikini female zebra, leopardess, tigress, affrican wild dog and lynx having a beach or pool party, or sitting around a campfire and frying sausages XD I dunno... be creative :P

The snowstorm is harsh, barely allowing a glimpse of the world at night beyond the near-vertically blowing sheet of white. Yet in the foreground, inside a lean-to building that holds back much of the wind and snow, she sprawls beside a minimal fire, her winter gear cast aside. The pose, the look she gives the viewer, we have no doubt that she can keep us warm amidst the most brutal arctic chill.

Aww, I'm sorry to hear that you are having these problems with your medication, dear. I know how terribly hard it can be to get inspired sometimes; for writing like I do it's just the same as for drawing.

*huggles softly*

Let me see if I can possibly inspire you with a new character I have created

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She's an unusual little critter, to say the least. Bearing some kind of semblance to a rodent, she sports the large round ears and pointy muzzle of a mouse, the fur-covered tail with a tuft at the end of a gerbil, and the very long legs of a jerboa. Adding to the unusualness is the deep violet color of her fur, shot through with very lightpurple, almost white, random markings, and a pair of fairly large, flimsy wings upon her back, looking like those of a monarch butterfly, but bearing the same purple and white coloration as her fur. To complete the unusualness, she only stands at eight inches tall. So what is she? No one really knows, and when asked, she merely describes herself as a keijuhiiri.

In her natural state, she foregoes the need of clothing, even while the Fairy folk has been known to craft very beautiful garments for folk their size. But with her body looking more like that of a quadruped animal, she sees no need in the use of clothing, as those usually get in the way when she flits around anyway. Besides, nothing beats the feeling of the soft breeze caressing your fur as you flit along, she always states.

Going by the simple name of Fiba, she is known as a calm but very friendly... well, fairymouse. When she is seen, it is usually in a scene of tranquility. Almost every evening, she does the same; perching on a flower, her long hind legs dangling between the petals, her long, plumed tail coiled around the stem of the flower while she watches the sunset. All the time, she holds in her tiny forepaws an even tinier instrument, which almost looks like a lyre, made of the finest silver with four strings even thinner than the threads of a spider's web. As she gazes dreamily at the setting sun painting the sky in vibrant colors, she brushes one forepaw along the strings absently, drawing a soft, gentle tinkling tune from the small instrument, like the sound of a windchime heard from a distance.

She looks rough. Scarred perhaps, and certainly scantily clad, in part due to the tears or worn nature of her garments. She is stalking towards us with purpose, wearing the features of a woman who is determined, fierce and Aggressive. Is she going to hurt us, or love us? That's the question. And either way, it's going to be wild.

You can see the fear in his eyes as he stands there, legs unsteady, paws gripping the hilt of his blade as though trying to throttle it. Though he shakes, his arms remain rigid and his legs resist the urge to flee. Years of training burned only one thing into his mind: control. No matter the odds, no matter what threat faces him, he will stand resolute until the moment of his death. Facing three veteran wolves with no mercy in their snarls, and no allies left alive, that moment is drawing near. None will survive to tell how the young boy died with courage, how he fought to the last and placed his cause above his life.

Still he stands, and waits, for his final act.

would you like to borrow any more of my pants? we all know what happend when you borrowed the first pair

Alright heres a few from a true story.

The sky starts to go very thick with dark clouds and a slight greenish hue. Off in the distance the faint rumble of thunder. You look back to the small group *3* of white vans with their side doors open, some wires hanging out connected to some weird dish looking pieces of equipment. a small alarm like sound is going off as some of the other people start to gather near the entrance of the van to take a look at the latest radar and satellite report. you look back up and start to notice that things have gone quiet, you feel a weird sense of being lighter than usual and your ears just popped. you look back at the van to see everyone still clucking amongst themselves

you look back up and notice a shape right above you that makes your breath catch in your throat, you to get goose bumps and panic wanting to set in but without thinking you pivot on your feet toward an open van. you hear one of the others mention something that he cant get a good reading of where ground zero will be and you yell at the top of your lungs "Its Right Above us!!! as you run frantically past the van and do a quick scan of the side of the road to see the ditch is just wide enough for a person to lay in. you yell out as you dive down into the muddy crevice "Get in the Ditch!" and just as you get down and see a few others follow what you said, you hear the most deafening sound of what you can only describe as a freight train being driven right over you as the EF3 Tornado touches down right ontop of you and your group flinging the three vans like they were made of tin foil

after what feels like an eternity of rushing wind and screams from other members of the group as well as from yourself when it all goes quiet again. you slowly raise your head to look around and see that of the three vans, one is right side up with its windows shattered, one is on its side about 30 feet away just under the bridge, and the third... no idea where the third is. you look around a bit more to see the monster that tried to kill you just minutes before slowly making its way to a small city. You Yell out to your group telling anyone who has a cell phone to call 911 and yell at others to help you push the van on its side back to its tires.


you get the two vans street worthy and started and start racing toward the small city but knowing that there is absolutely nothing you can do to prevent what is going to happen but hope that the people there will all survive the onlaught of the tornado



True story of when I was with the Midwestern chasers for a year as a driver working with two meteorologists. we had gone to the pan handle of Oklahoma when all that happened. sadly 2 people were killed and many were injured in the city. we spent two days helping people out of what was once homes, restaurants and shopping markets.

might add that sides the two actual scientists the rest were wanna be scientists and helpers wanting a thrill. I was a thrill seeker/wanna be meteorologist.

I have an image in my head that's been floating around for a long time now. It's pretty complex, but maybe there will at least be some part of it that will help inspire you. In any case, I hope that things will even out for you.

The scene is this:

There is a dark, rain-wet city street, filled with the refuse of daytime living, with sodden newspapers on the sidewalk, and discarded cigarette butts on the street. It is lit by a solitary street lamp. In the middle of the street is a small mouse. She is obviously homeless, and dressed in a tattered overcoat and a long, feather boa that she found somewhere, the ends of it sodden with the rain. She's quite skinny, with long mousy brown hair and smudges of dirt on her face. But she's smiling and inexplicably happy in spite of her situation. She isn't drunk, or high. The reason for her happiness is known only to her. As she walks down the street, she gives a little pirouette, arms raised and her head lifted to the sky to watch the stars twirl around her in the new-cleared sky. In essence, the world has thrown all it can at her. She has lost who knows how much. But she refuses to be defeated, or to live in despondency, and this is her small way of fighting back. In the foreground is a heavy-set male tabby-cat, who is well-dressed and obviously well-to-do. He wears a good suit, still brand-new, and he is watching her with obvious disapproval, ears flattened against his head. He is not the sort to harm her himself. He's no violent criminal, just self-centered and arrogant. He's the sort who would feel satisfaction at seeing her cast down and lying in the gutter. She knows he's there, and she does not fear him.

The mutt rested his head on her chest. With his free arm he pulled her closer and closed his eyes. He could hear her heart beating. The white female german shepherd looked down at the sleeping beauty she held in her arms. He looked so peaceful and innocent as he was laying there. She ran a few fingers through his hair and leaned her head back against the wall. He was her light. A flickering light. She know they could never be together, but right here at this very moment - time stood still. Just them. Him and her.


"This morning comes a step too soon
A lonely gaze, and empty room
You’re a far cry
a distant memory

but something inside of me always knew this
I’d be standing here without you

As if nothing’s happened
As if nothing’s wrong
the world seems to move on, the world carries on

I’ll starve for your love, hungry I fall
as if nothing’s happened
nothing at all"

We are nothing but flickering lights in the dark

A medieval era scene. a muddy bloodsoaked battlefield just after a large battle. One warrior searches for a fallen comrade

Let me think...

The large clock in the middle of the grand train station seemed to tick backwards. The young feline anxiously circled its pedestal, killing time until the train arrived. His train.

She closed her eyes, a mournful sigh escaping her lips as she thought back to the day she bid him farewell at that same station. It had been so long since they had been in the same room, breathing the same air, sharing each other's presence. Until she arrived at the station that evening, she had not realized how much she truly missed him.

The minute hand on the clock bounced forward, marking the passage of another minute. An incomprehensible squawk came over the loudspeaker, followed by a low rumble and the squealing of brakes. Her heart leapt into her throat as the last moments of their separation drew to a close. The anticipation grew as a flood of weary passengers marched up the ramp from the arrivals concourse, carrying or pulling their luggage with them. She watched as each one passed by, heading for the taxi rank or embracing the loved ones waiting around her.

Several minutes passed, the flood thinning to a trickle. Where is he?! Anticipation turned to anxiety as the minute hand on that damned clock continued its sweep, the trickle of passengers fading away completely. She felt close to tears, the confusion overwhelming. Was he coming back? She wanted him there. She needed him there. So strong was the need that she could even detect his scent in the air as she sniffed, fighting to hold back a sob.

Another sniff. The scent was stronger. Then foosteps on the ramp, growing louder and louder. Her breath caught as the steps neared, tears of joy falling from her eyes instead of tears of sorrow. His scent wafted up her nostrils as she threw her arms around him, not intending to let go...

You and I sharing a sandwhich....sitting on a bench at a park while children are playing in the background...Sorry if its not very inspiring...i'm not the writer type...

The snowstorm obscured the vision into the valley, falling quickly and silently onto the already deep drifts. Fading quickly were the prints in the snow, a sign that there was life in this forsaken wilderness. Not just that there was life, but it had passed only moments before. Heading up the hill was a female snow leopard, the telltale scuffs a sign of the failed hunt. Discouraged as she was, she looked over her shoulder from the mouth of her cave. The winter brought a deep chill to the area, driving away most of the prey she and her cub required to survive. If she couldn't find food soon, she and her family would waste away to nothing, merely a frozen reminder at the back of a cave, a sign of the life that couldn't be sustained.

And yet she clings to life even if only for the moment, defiant to the last against the world and it's trials.

(this is supposed to have a fairly bleak mood to it, but at the same time have a very slight undercurrent of strength.)

Time for a maybe corny scene.

So there's this house out in the middle of a desert, made completely out of ice. It's supposedly cursed, and there's a girl inside, also made of ice. Then one day a random desert living guy walks in, and he's there because of his own loneliness from being somewhat disconnected from the people of his tribe/village. The two meet, they instinctively feel the solitude they have in common, and they hit it on. He talks to her about all kinds of things, she listens (since she's made of ice and therefore kinda stiff), then he tries finding ways to free the girl, since she couldn't leave. She awakens to all kinds of feelings that she couldn't feel before, and she tries to show something to the boy as thanks, both for making her less lonely and for trying to help her gain freedom. She becomes something of a literal defrosting ice queen, and she melts into water that then evaporates into the sky.

Later, there's a large rainfall on the desert and the boy's village is celebrating this event. In the midst of it all, he leaves by himself. All because he realizes the rain is what the girl is now, and he's heartbroken about it. And somewhere above in the great blue sky, she's smiling at him for the very first time. A voice calls out to him, saying "Thank you for loving me."

I admit to a bit of cheating. This is all from a song called EXEC_FLIP_FUSIONSPHERE. Link, with lyrics: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9N6o-lZMNI

An older sister wolf holds and soothingly nuzzles her frightened younger sister as they sit in their dark, second-story bedroom in front of two tall double windows while a violent thunderstorm rages outside.

This is not a picture that was born in my mind, but in my heart, a picture that hardly ever took a clear shape, but was often there when I felt restrained by life, by my abilities - and non-abilities, when I longed to break free, find my own path and the very home. I tried to visualise it better this time and slowly the picture in my mind became more vivid...

When you follow the sight of my inner eye to the left, you see a pretty Western zoo in springtime in the background, everything is green and sunny with birds singing in the trees and bushes, the paths are surrounded by the enclosures of African animals, neatly bordered by lawn, low fences shall keep children away from the bars and panes. Parents and children are enjoying themselves wandering along. On a grassy field nearby there is a group of kneeling and standing kids just reaching for a harnessed cheetah, leashed so they can pat and stroke it for some extra money, pose for photos and spread the word of the gorgeous wildlife of our world that needs conservation and our protection from mankind's greedy way of living. But all of a sudden the cheetah turns away and breaks into full stride, starts to sprint, stretches out, running for its life faster and faster, the harness breaks, and flies off! The family and zoo keeper stay behind, their faces full of shocked surprise as well as amazed admiration as the feline gathers full speed while beneath its paws the scenery changes to its African origin, dreamlikely flowing into each other.
The savannah extends at the right, into which the speedy cat flees, but not as the huddled self it was all the time in the zoo, in its harness or behind the bars, longing for a life it should never have, no, with the whipping, half-dried grass that welcomes the slender animal, the sun on its spotted coat, the wind singing a song of race in its ears, the cheetah is eventually back to where it belongs. You witness the wildness spread in its glittering gaze, in its unleashed body and soul, and the dashing heart is finally free, free!

I always kinda hoped my stories would inspire people to draw, since I suck at it myself. You can find them all in my gallery here, if that's the kind of inspiration you're looking for.

try this just a simple couple cuddled both are primarily non anthro one is a cougar :) the other is a half wolf half puma,
deep forest setting . mother nature is watching and keeping them safe.

(this one has special meaning to me and the other noted, if you like this i can provide further character references and a back story, this has a great back story to it, and crosses over to real life with your old art playing a part (alpha predator / submissive little bitch) and would make a very awesome early xmas present for my far better half)

A female armadillo. in a defensive fight pose, as if she was sparring. emotions would be slightly amused yet also tough and ready for an incoming punch. one arm to the side in a pose to keep her ballance. Then other would be in front of her, like a street fighter, ready to deflect a punch or something. SHe might look dusty or raggedy from what might be an epic and long fight. clothes torn and needing patches in place. I dont know if you are one for backgrounds but a dessert mesa would be a good place.

Tell me if you do or do not like this idea. I figured an armadillo would be something new for a change.

Its Midnight on the moon of Pandora. Now here is this lovely blue fox, Krystal. Lost in a world of such beauty, yet one of much danger. But just as the fear starts to out weigh the the delight, she hears a strange sound. She turned with great haste to see what it was, and in the glow of the trees could be seen a figure of what looked like another cat. *Kydose steps out into the open* And then she sees not a cat, but a cat like wolf, a Na'vi wolf. As this stranger smiles he asks "What ever are you doing out here all alone". Krystal hesitates, but the strange wolf seems so trustful. So she decides to tell him of her predicament. "I'm lost" she says bluntly. Kydose smiles again and replies "What better place to be lost then in these magnificent forest." Krystal nods. "Come." Kydose says, as he holds out his hand. "Let me show you the forest as I know it" Jen takes his hand and they are off. <After showing her things she could never imagine, Kydoes finally takes her to a lake* Krystal stares in wonder at the all the colors, the water itself glows a tint of green. The purples and oranges of tall spire like planets, ones soft to the touch. "care for a swim?" Kydose asks Jen. She smiles and gets closer to the lakes edge . "What is this thing?" she asks him in a soft a gentile voice. As he walked over to see, next thing Kydose knows isbeing in the glow of the crisp water, and Krystal on the edge laughing. Kydose splashes Jen in a play form of revenge. She, now already wet, jumps in for a swim, and they enjoy the refreshing water for a good while <Now out of the water and slightly cold, the moment has come. The air is now crisp and wet cloths will cause colds, so while waiting for the cloth to dry Kydoes gets a idea. "Here" kydose says after ripping a segment off the spire plant. "This will dry you off and keep you warm" The soft plant like fibers expanded as the socked in the water, causing them to turn from orange to red. "So, what shall we do in the mean time then" Krystal asked with a cunning smile. "Well, what did you have in mind?" Kydoes bashfully replied. *Just then, Krystal jumps kydose and pins him to the the now glowing grass at the lake shore* "He had a pretty good idea now, and this would be a night to remember...

Heres the thing, If you like the idea I have many more details *Such as to what Kydoes looks like* and what they all do. Just let me know, but someone of your skill and artistic ability should love the blend of colors and such for something like this. Like I said, let me know =^.^=

Wow, it seems you've inspired people with your challenge! I'm below some wonderfully evocative scenes. But what the heck...

Our perspective is a cliff face on a mountain. Above us, there's a pair of free-climbers making their way up. One of them is in trouble! He's lost his grip somehow. The other watches helplessly as he peels away from the cliff face with nothing below him but scenery. The two could be any species, K'sharra yourself maybe, they're not the PoV character. She's watching the tragedy from our level, several yards below them; a flying fox with a safety harness and line, climbing up to do a cliff jump and get some soaring in. She could do something to save the falling climber, even if she falls with him she can save herself... but she hesitates, she doesn't know what to do!

Oh, and just to make it really heart-wrenching, the two free-climbers notice the flying fox.

Furries holding some food, like an apple or something, that seems to visually represent them.

Google "vytorin ad" to see what I mean.

I've had one particular image I have wanted to commission from an artist, I just don't know which one to go to. It's not a super-detailed scene, but it's tricky enough that I think it'd be worth some serious effort on someone's part.

It basically involves my phoenix-fox character/self, bracing and charging up what energy he has left to fire off one spell, basking in the flames he's already started. Significant exhaustion and maybe even injuries are visible, but it's not going to stop a last-ditch effort to vanquish his opponent. The energy's such that he's got flames rising off of him in anticipation, even with the way all that energy is making him pant for breath as he summons the last of his strength.

Dunno whatcha think of that, or anything of the like, but that's something I've wanted for a while.

*rubbing my paws together* For the record, I love artists like you. ;)

I've always thought it'd be cute to have a scene of a canine anthro nose to nose with an actual puppy, or a feline anthro to a kitten. That sort of thing.

On the other hand, I'm a sucker for plus sized girls playing coy and cute, particularly curvy girls being happy.

*more thinking*
I've also been wanting to see a picture of a couple, the male sleeping with his head on the female's lap, and her just stroking his face or neck with a soft smile.

Hit me up in a note if you want more detail to anything, I feel weird posting an umpteen million paragraph long comment lol

How about a loving couple enjoying the after glow after just having had a good time making love? I'm seeing it in a doggy style position, with the one behind laying over the one in front.. paws wrapped around them and hugging. The one in front is resting heavily on a table with their eyes closed and a slight smile, enjoying the moment. Perhaps a paw reached back to give his/her mate's rear a gentle squeeze.

Yea, I know it's generic.. but I'm a sucker for love shown in pictures. Species and gender doesn't matter, mostly because I'm not ballsy enough to suggest my mate and I.. but I admit that is who I see.

Small correction.. but it's not doggy style. Just rather the front partner is bent over a table while having just gotten it from behind. Both partners are stilll quasi-standing while somewhat laying forward.

Ancient Egypt, 2000 B.C.

The Pharao had died and his people were mourning. After one month of preparation his earthly remains were ready for the ritual that releases his soul and lets him come forth into his new life at the side of the great Gods.
His body was wrapped in bandages and he was laying on a golden bier in the west of the colossal monument that he build in his lifetime, the great Pyramid.
Horus deep blue wings covered the sky and both his eyes, the sun and the moon, were looking from the east over the pharao's pyramid.
The ritual began and the gatekeeper of the Duat, Anubis himself, appeared behind the bier. His arms held to the sky his divine presence silenced the mourning folk.


That's the story. I imagine the scene as following: Anubis standing behind a golden bier with a completely bandage wrapped body in front of him. His arms and face raised to the sky look as if they want to touch the sun and the moon. Above his one hand the moon above the other the sun and in between the pinnacle of the pyramid far in the background that forms the lower part of it. The sky is blue but it shows the faint contures of a falcon (Horus) whose eyes are the sun and the moon.

I know this is incredibly complicated, but since you want inspiration and don't really have to reproduce all that I guess it's alright xD

I might as well put my thought out there, even if I'm going toe to toe with some of the wonderful ideas already out there. But there's no harm in trying, so I'll give you two ideas, in case you're not comfortable with one or the other.


Idea one I'm a little concerned about, as it involves Zephira's and my fursonas, and though you didn't say we couldn't use personal characters, that doesn't mean that's what you wanted. Nevertheless I present the idea to you.
Kaia is a cougar with a messy mop of short brown hair, Zephira is a lovely lioness with curly red hair that fades into black at the tips. Should you be interested, I can give you full descriptions of both, and even provide several pieces of reference art to you.
For this image I picture Kaia sitting on a couch, with Zephira laying down on her side, resting on her upper body on his lap, as we often do when we're together. She'd be getting lost in his hazel eyes, and he'd be smiling warmly and looking back into hers and rubbing a hand against her cheek. Perhaps even brushing away a curl of her red hair as it falls down in front of her face.
There's no need for specific clothing, and the background can be as detailed or minimalistic as you desire. The really important part here, I feel, is the emotion. That warm sense of love that makes you wonder what you'd ever do without the other person, those captivating moments where you stare lovingly into the others eyes.


Idea two is something out of a steampunk-based story world of mine. She's probably my most interesting and best developed character in the cast. Nadya is a member of a race known as greasecats, a felinoid species that has taken to engineering and oil production (both mineral and biological) to fuel the growing empires. Like many of her kind, she has a sandy color to her fur, and in her case smudges of color ranging from henna brown to oily black that blend together like tiger stripes. Looking at her, you'd be hard pressed to tell whether these were actual stripes in her fur or oil stains from machinery.
If you can catch a glimpse of any part of her torso exposed, you may notice that she looks a bit frail and underfed. Even with fur on her body, her ribs show ever so slightly. This is no fault of her own, at least not intentionally. She was once nearly starved to death as a captive of ruthless pirates, and since then her body has never seemed to be able to recuperate, be it due to depression or actual damage to her health.
She dresses in leather corsets, with some flair towards victorian style. She often wears a short sleeved, short jacket over this when she's been working, and tends to keep her skirts on the less expensive side. Her underskirt may even have it's share of tears from catching odds and ends.
Her vanity, rather than holding beauty products, is cluttered with minuscule gears and delicate springs, like the trappings of a watchmaker. Indeed she is a specialist in clockwork mechanisms, and she often buries herself in her work. Right now, however, she finds no solace among her craft. She looks longingly into a locket, remembering her twin sister, who did not share her fortunate fate. Memories of their suffering and her sister's death plague Nadya's mind, and worse of all is the blame she heaps on herself for not being able to save her.
The room is an unusual mixture of bare essentials and victorian luxury. The vanity and matching chair are finely crafted, the single porthole is flanked by soft curtains, and the bed is plush and clean. A single nightstand and a well worn trunk counterpoint the luxurious furniture, and the wood and metal paneled walls are devoid of many niceties. The room is lit by soft candlelight, kept in tightly sealed lanterns to prevent the risk of fire, with ever so much light peeking under the door.The the view outside the small, round window reveals that they are in the air, traveling by zeppelin, not by stormy seas. Nevertheless the weather outside seems to have taken a turn for the worst, with storm clouds looming to make sleep difficult for the passengers and crew.


And lastly, understand that when I elaborate these details, that this is still about you. Don't feel that I have this grand vision of what it must look like, and that deviating one iota from this will disappoint me. I am trying to provide as much, or as little, inspiration as you need. The only thing that really needs to stay in line are the character descriptions, and even there mostly for the first one

A sketch on the train, You who looks outside the window, thinking about things, a little smile. And your eyes who are blinking.. would be beautiful. Your having a beautiful fursona so it would be awesome. But that might sound normal and boring to you..

I'm really glad to see you back! Well looks like you have quite a few requests already but let's see how well I can do with a description and see if maybe you like it enough to consider it :)

A teenage male red wolf wearing cargo pants, boots a plain olive green tshirt. He does have human hair sort of, but it's very short and spikey. The fur on his neck often looks bristled. He's a treasure hunter so he can often be seen carefully exploring ruins and things of that nature to find little trinkets. His most distinctive feature however, is that he always has a camouflage scarf around his neck to his a scar on his throat. The injury he got some time ago left him unable to speak so he also has to carry a board or notepad to write on. While he isn't an archeologist by the strictest terms he has a respect for the ruins he explores and he is very careful when he looks around. He doesn't travel completely unarmed anymore. Now he always goes with at least a survival knife and a neat looking pistol, a Type 17 Mauser C96.

I hope that gives you some ideas and hope it catches your interest at least a little bit :)

If all those weren't enough, I'll toss my hat into the ring.

Raymond Chandler said that, when in doubt on how to start writing a story,
have two men enter the room with guns.

So, let's go with a pulp detective theme here. There's a detective's office,
and two men are framed in the doorway, pistols in hand. Across from them,
by the desk, is a detective-type. For contrast, let's make him an impudent
gentleman adventurer, like Simon Templar, The Saint. He doesn't have any
weapon in either hand, but he has a confident grin as he faces his opponents.

Depending on your views on smoking, the detective can have a lit cigarette in
his mouth. This might be his key to surviving like this- The Saint, in particular,
was fond of keeping several cigarettes in his cigarette case at all times that
would act as a tiny flash-bang grenade when smoked down to a certain
length. When it got to that part, he'd throw the cigarette down, and startle
his attackers. (One time, he just dropped the cigarette and stalled until it
exploded, then he acted in that instant.)

I'm pretty sure I've never seen you attempt this, and I think you were looking
to challenge yourself and stretch your talents a bit.



Then again, if this doesn't trigger your creativity,
then swap out the detective, dress your fursona in an appropriate outfit,
then drop her at the detective's desk.
:)