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Sketch I did before I went to bed. Amber and Flynt enjoying a cold stormy night in the best way possible. I always wanted to draw this but didn't have time.
TBH After drawing porn 24/7, I Love drawing this romantic/corny/cute pics once in a while. What do you guys think of the pic?
PS: I'm so starved of physical and emotional affection that this depressed me a bit. Don't be like me an make some friends my dudes.
TBH After drawing porn 24/7, I Love drawing this romantic/corny/cute pics once in a while. What do you guys think of the pic?
PS: I'm so starved of physical and emotional affection that this depressed me a bit. Don't be like me an make some friends my dudes.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Miscellaneous
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1216 x 1280px
File Size 241.8 kB
Rain pounded against the window, the harsh static of the heavens opening up and washing away the dust of summer’s oppressive heat. Rivulets of dirty orange streaking down the glass before pooling against the window frame, leaving clear crystal in its wake. Brief slivers of cold moonlight punching through the roiling clouds and casting themselves through the clear glass to come to rest across the two bodies pressed together.
Two pairs of ears, one canine, one equine, twitched in unison at the random staccato of falling water against glass, two chests, feminine and masculine, rose and fell in the heavy, slow rhythm of sleep, two bodies pressed closer against each other. Both finding comfort in each other’s warmth against the sudden surge of cold, even as the blanket that would normally protect them had been kicked away to one side in the previous nights of endless and oppressive heat.
A low rumble of thunder caused the horse’s ears to twitch and a whimper to escape her lips, her body pushing up against the coyote’s reflexively as she nuzzled under his chin, one of the coyote’s arms subconsciously wrapping its way around the small of her back. The tender action pulling the both of them together and leaving the harsh static of the rain, the low rumble of thunder, and the creeping chill of the night forgotten as both Amber and Flynt found solace in each other.
Two pairs of ears, one canine, one equine, twitched in unison at the random staccato of falling water against glass, two chests, feminine and masculine, rose and fell in the heavy, slow rhythm of sleep, two bodies pressed closer against each other. Both finding comfort in each other’s warmth against the sudden surge of cold, even as the blanket that would normally protect them had been kicked away to one side in the previous nights of endless and oppressive heat.
A low rumble of thunder caused the horse’s ears to twitch and a whimper to escape her lips, her body pushing up against the coyote’s reflexively as she nuzzled under his chin, one of the coyote’s arms subconsciously wrapping its way around the small of her back. The tender action pulling the both of them together and leaving the harsh static of the rain, the low rumble of thunder, and the creeping chill of the night forgotten as both Amber and Flynt found solace in each other.
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