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A submission for last Thursdays, Thursday Prompt; Sketch.
And as always lacking for what to put in descirption... We've made return to the nicer feels for a change because like the funny boy I am I like to go back and fourth between dark and light as if tonal whiplash were a joke.
It's kinda why this came out a little later than usual I was bouncing about before settling to one thing and here is that thing so please do enjoy.
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He really needed to get more practice, yet when the opportunity arose he took to it as quick as possible. He’d been spying on this tree for the last few days he was stationed here; it was this large looking thing with crimson leaves and very dark wood.
But it wasn’t just the tree which drew him in, it was also all the odd plants which seemed to graft onto it.
The prettiest was these little purple flowers which the Yersin at first confused for some kind of fungus, but on closer inspection he could make out all the individual little flowers. They were growing in a large patch some extending from the tree while others grew on and up it.
He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he noticed all of the little amber and black jees that fell flower to flower; he could watch them hours.
The rat twisted around and walked back to a rock a couple paces away from the tree. That helped to give him a perfect view and with that he sat himself down curling his tail around himself as he began to fiddle about in his pocket for his sketch book.
It was tattered now; he had kept this little book with him since he left his homeland to go and serve the C.S.S. It was the last thing he was able to get before he left, a little reminder of home. He’d been struggling to get leave or even get leave long enough to plot a trip home.
He flicked through the pages; little scribbles, scenes and portraits. People liked his portraits; he used to make a few for those he met on transit or deployment. It was nothing special; normally just made with less than an hour at most, done completely with a number two pencil, with one of his brothers backs being used as a make shift rest. It wasn’t his best work but people seemed to like them.
Though he was now coming to the realization he had been neglecting his scenery work. He literally just drew the plants on the ground completely forgetting the tree... Ah, he didn’t let it bother him; he was having too much fun just getting to draw for a change.
It been funny, maybe if they told him a placement in the Army would land him on a farm at some point he might have been inclined to join the Navy; though it wasn’t too bad. It kind of reminded him of home; his mother had a farm though it was his father’s tailors that was the main business. But the weather here was a marked difference a much softer climate; pleasant warms with a nice sun light to illuminate it all; far away from the general cloud and rain back home.
There were also the locals, “what are you doing?” The rat nearly shot up as he heard the voice behind him. He twisted around to the voice and was greeted with the loaming presences of pale orange lupine with a white flower in her hair dressed in a long white toga with a red sash across her chest. She was looking down on him curiously twisting her head side to side trying her best to get a peek at what he was doing. She seemed to stand there curiously and yet slightly cautious as if the relatively small Yersin could ever cause a creature like her trouble.
Maybe her mother had talked with her as much as she had with all the troops. That was the one thing that stuck with him when he arrived on the property. The imposing Lady Helena, she greeted them all happily though made clear three things “don’t stain the reputations of my lands, do not ruin my harvest and keep away from my daughters”... She made herself very clear and no one had objects... Well all but Lt. Umbel, the Vulpine was well aware of her service; an artillery gunner, private or at most a corporal. That was unacceptable to him; a lieutenant would not take order from a lower rank and a civilian at that. Well that was the state of play and reinforced by political agreement; regardless how much of fuss Umbel was willing to make.
He left (unannounced) and given the bad reception in that area some poor sod was sent on a day and half march to the last F.O.B to try and inform command the lieutenant went off.
“You draw?” she questioned finally able to make out the pencil marks all over his little book, her tail wagged side to side as her head tilted to the side intrigued.
He wasn’t really sure what he was meant to say half fearful of Lady Helena catching him, but it would simply be rude to say nothing or act as if the wolfess did not exist.
“Oh it’s nothing, just a couple of sketches, odd bits and pieces” he tried to speak in a slightly disinterested manner to try and drive the wolfess away only twisting his head and shoulders round to face her rather than turning his whole body.
It didn’t deter her as her head cocked to the other side and her eye lids fluttered and she asked something the Yersin fully expected.
“Can I have a look?” the question was politely put and he could tell very easily that she was genuinely curious to what he was drawing.
The rat had a little look about his surrounding making sure no one was about to notice them. Once he done that he slightly moved to the side on the rock and gestured over to the wolfess to come. She smiled as her ears twitched happily, she came over and crouch next to him though still somehow keeping an imposing presences despite her all together friendly domineer.
The Yersin held up his little book showing the pale orange wolfess his drawn of the flowers. She bobbed her head about for a second before a little smile settled on her face, “it’s very nice, I really love Enders; such a pretty flower” she said looking down on him before looking back at his book “do you do other work?”
He pulled the sketch book back initially flattered by the comment as he shuffled about with those pleasant fuzzy feeling he got when people credited his work, “I’ve got a couple... though am not sure if you’ll like them”
She didn’t say anything and before the Yersin knew it the wolfess came a little closer looking over him and at the drawings as he went through them as if on autopilot. He felt slightly awkward with this lupine nearly encasing him as her head leaned over his. He tried his best not to think about it as he just went through the sketches.
Bombed out and burning buildings, filthy trenches with tired men, imposing star ships eclipsing moons behind their structure; sketches from moments in war some stark memories others made on a more awesome feeling; next to nature he actually enjoyed drawing war ships.
He paused on one: a burning tank on the side of the road, a member of the crew maybe the only survivor sitting on a bit or rubble outside of it cigarette in one hand while the other hand was gone from the elbow down.
Something about that one stuck with him. He never even took it from a reference they were in a truck when they rolled past the sight of that tank battle... It was the only time he was able to recall an image completely from memory.
The two had gone quiet as they went through those pictures, she felt uncomfortable with how to comment on such images. They were all so skilfully done but saying such thing about such images didn’t settle with her right.
“The war’s been harsh hasn’t it?” it seemed like the only thing she could think of as the Yersin pulled back, sitting up for a moment rather than hunching his back; a bad habit he needed to break but struggled to do.
His feelings on it all were so odd. For the moment it wasn’t as if it had harmed him personally or maybe it was yet to fully manifest. His drawings might have suggested something but it just helped to make him feel comfortable. It was as if drawing his experiences helped to expel feelings... But other things couldn’t be washed away so easily: how was life back home? Was mother handling the homestead? How would she even handle the news of all the boys who would never come home again...? So many brothers lost over months of fighting. All of his sister made it out, all of them were able to get a out bound solider to knock them up; because if there was one way out of the service it was being a part of the effort to make the next generation of cannon – fodder. Boys never had that way out; but least they’d spread their legacy in genetics even if their name would end up on slab...
“Am sorry I shouldn’t have asked” the lupine spoke softly maybe feeling upset that she knocked something in the Yersin, unintentionally resurfacing bad memory. He was quick to come back softly choking on his words; he wouldn’t deny it the memories were slightly sour... Maybe he would have issues eventually.
“No, no, it’s fine... I ... I shouldn’t have shown those” he stopped as he closed the sketch book fiddle through pages.
Now it was just portraits, people he fought with and met; traders, pilots, medics, soldiers, sailors, civilians, officers, etc, etc, etc-. It was a nice change; happy images though with varying expression. Some very happy looking others more sullen but sullen in an artistic fashion; it was the vulpine portraits that were like that.
“These are beautiful” she felt comfortable to say that in regards to these and a small smile curled onto his face.
“Would you draw my picture?” she questioned as she looked to the Yersin. He went quiet; contemplating what was put before him. He looked up to her and watched the wolfess for a minute. She was a pretty muse and it would be the first time he’d able to get a draw lupine; he was always too shy to ask the one he met... “I don’t see why not” he said and her face beamed with a smile as she jumped up “oh that’s wonderful, wonderful!” her tail flicked side to side as she seemed to bounce on the spot, “I know the perfect place for it” and with that she seemed to take charge taking the Yersin by the hand as she lead him round the tree.
She brought him round to a little alcove, not a huge gauge but rather a pleasant little divot coated in more of those little Enders. She curled down lying in the alcove amongst the purple flowers as she took a relax position letting out a loud exhale.
“Is this alright for you?” the wolfess questioned.
“It’s perfect”, he didn’t care what the greater meaning of all this was and if it were a veiled attempt a flirting that wasn’t the main thing he was thinking about. Rather he was just happy to have such a perfect subject and to be finally able to do something which made him think back to his days before the military.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there, regardless how long he sitting there he was enjoying every moment, line, twist and soft scribble. His only frustration was the lack of colour. Still he worked away with maybe the third or fourth No. 2 pencil he had over his time and even that was just a nub.
They didn’t talk, the Yersin was too deep in his work and the wolfess did not want to interrupt him. He eventually stopped feeling more than happy with what he created maybe even happier than having the moment to try and draw the tree.
The happy moment however did not last as a looming presence seemed to slide into the situation. The pleasant sun blocked out as a figure stood over the rat; he could feel himself go cold.
“Having a nice time are we?” he didn’t even need to turn around to know who was behind him. Even as he looked over to the tree he could see the other wolfess slightly shrink and if something was making a lupine shrink one knew it was something to truly fear.
“Sofia!” She called over as the lupine only shrunk further “Hva gjør du med denne soldaten?”
“Han tegner bare bildemoren min” she squeaked out “Han er veldig dyktig”
“Is that so” Helena growled, the rat was just contenting himself with looking to the ground maybe hoping if he remained still enough he’d just disappear. Maybe wishing those silly rumours that lupine perception was greatly dependent on movement were true... They weren’t.
A large hand appeared in the side of his peripheral vision, a much darker shade of orange compared to her daughters. He didn’t even try to fight handing the little sketch book over as he awaited his fate. He looked over to Sofia again, she just awkwardly shifted knowing far too well that she was in as much trouble as him.
He could hear the flicking of paper go for minutes or maybe it was just seconds, “are you some kind of artist?” she questioned in a somewhat dry tone.
“Not professionally my Lady, did amateur work back home” he was quick and nonsense as he spoke; it didn’t get a reply and after a couple more page flicks he noticed his sketch book come back down to his side. He took the book back politely almost tempted to say thank you but Helena walked past him.
“Spilletid over å komme hjem; trenger ikke deg til å rote med gutter” Helena said
“Mor, jeg er nitten” Sofia defended
“Ingen argumenter fru ... Jeg vil ikke at du skal rote med unge menn” Helena continued and with that Sofia just rolled her eyes finally getting up and walking off in a huff.
The older wolfess just shook her head slightly disappointed as she finally came back to the rat. “You can come with me, now”
The walk back was slightly degrading; the Yersin was made to march while Helena followed him from behind. He got a few jeers from other troops though they quieted down when Helena came into view.
She marched him inside her home leading him through the corridors and stopping him outside a door. “What are you going to do to me?” he couldn’t help but ask, the silence and looming was slightly concerning but to that all he got was a soft tut.
“Why do people always assuming we’re all such brutes” Helena mumbled as she opened the door and tapped the rat on the back to keep him moving.
He was in her room and the momentary entry made his heart drop. Luckily they weren’t stopping in there as she just shooed him along to a side room. Once she moved him into there he was greeted with very familiar smells and sights; oil paints and primers on canvas, wonderful colours and scenes. Flower and plant life, sunsets from hill sides and small stone buildings on wonderful green pastures it was all quite impressive.
“Ma’am I don’t understand... What is this about?”
She just smiled, “well, I’ve always struggled to do self – portraits and you’ve a style I quite like” she walked past him and made her way to the centre of the room, a large long lounge chair occupied it and she just sat down comfortably. “I’m not asking too much from you... Have you worked with oil on canvas before?”
He had, that was his main side job for years back home, oil portraits and painting of families; mothers and fathers, sons, daughters, grandparents, couples; some who were eventually to wed. Photography existed, though it was quite antiquated in comparison to what the humans brought but even then people seemed to enjoy painted renditions in comparison to photos.
He twisted around looking at a blank canvas; completely blank even awaiting a little top coat of liquid white. “I’ve plenty experiences on canvas” he said still looking at it rather than Lady Helena, he could already imagine the image.
He finally came back finding the burnt orange lupine coyly sitting in the chair, one leg stretched out while her other was brought in close. She rested her head on her knee and held it with a similar quizzical tilt; those girls couldn’t have got that behaviour from nowhere.
“So I’d assume this will not be too much trouble for you?”
“No Madam, but full painting may take a couple of days”.
“Well don’t you worry you’ve plenty of time to work on this” she mused as she rearranged her posture leaning back into the chair, it was comfortable if not slightly alluring kind of posture, nothing overly lewd; nothing like the stuff a few young birds had him draw back home... Just a honeymoon painting, they told him, it were more like pornography.
He just gave one last smile, taking a breath to clear his mind and then finally getting to work.
A few hours down the line and he finally had to stop, his hands were slightly hurting now and he’d done all he could for that moment. It was a nice start a complete draft of the figure and the chair and a background which he made more befitting rather than drawing the surroundings of an art studio. Helena got back up; she kept her pose very well though she took a couple of stretches on the way over. She came around to him looking over his shoulder at the work that had done so far. She nodded her head happily before ruffling the Yersin’s hair.
“Good works; well continue from where we left off tomorrow”. The rat just smiled as he turned around to looking up to her happily though one thing was ticking in his mind.
“I – I er, I want to apologies for what happened before, I wouldn’t have done that if she never snuck up on me” the Yersin said, though at this point Helena just seemed to brush the issue off.
“Oh try not to worry, the girls are just getting of that age now; they get into enough trouble with the boys from the Byser family up the way, so I’d rather them not messing with soldiers... Those rules are just as much for them as they are for you” she gave a soft snicker though for a moment her tone went serious for just a moment, “but please do watch out for them; they will get you trouble...” She didn’t need to say anymore and the Yersin nodded his head in agreement, “no problem Madam, I’ll watch out”.
The old wolfess just snickered, “I’m sure you will”... She had no doubt this was going to be the first of many incidents but she just put that to the back of her mind; no point in worrying on what had yet to happen.
“You’ll be good for tomorrow right?” her voice came back quite happy.
“Of course” the rat beamed “Once I start a project like this I like to see it through”...
And as always lacking for what to put in descirption... We've made return to the nicer feels for a change because like the funny boy I am I like to go back and fourth between dark and light as if tonal whiplash were a joke.
It's kinda why this came out a little later than usual I was bouncing about before settling to one thing and here is that thing so please do enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He really needed to get more practice, yet when the opportunity arose he took to it as quick as possible. He’d been spying on this tree for the last few days he was stationed here; it was this large looking thing with crimson leaves and very dark wood.
But it wasn’t just the tree which drew him in, it was also all the odd plants which seemed to graft onto it.
The prettiest was these little purple flowers which the Yersin at first confused for some kind of fungus, but on closer inspection he could make out all the individual little flowers. They were growing in a large patch some extending from the tree while others grew on and up it.
He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he noticed all of the little amber and black jees that fell flower to flower; he could watch them hours.
The rat twisted around and walked back to a rock a couple paces away from the tree. That helped to give him a perfect view and with that he sat himself down curling his tail around himself as he began to fiddle about in his pocket for his sketch book.
It was tattered now; he had kept this little book with him since he left his homeland to go and serve the C.S.S. It was the last thing he was able to get before he left, a little reminder of home. He’d been struggling to get leave or even get leave long enough to plot a trip home.
He flicked through the pages; little scribbles, scenes and portraits. People liked his portraits; he used to make a few for those he met on transit or deployment. It was nothing special; normally just made with less than an hour at most, done completely with a number two pencil, with one of his brothers backs being used as a make shift rest. It wasn’t his best work but people seemed to like them.
Though he was now coming to the realization he had been neglecting his scenery work. He literally just drew the plants on the ground completely forgetting the tree... Ah, he didn’t let it bother him; he was having too much fun just getting to draw for a change.
It been funny, maybe if they told him a placement in the Army would land him on a farm at some point he might have been inclined to join the Navy; though it wasn’t too bad. It kind of reminded him of home; his mother had a farm though it was his father’s tailors that was the main business. But the weather here was a marked difference a much softer climate; pleasant warms with a nice sun light to illuminate it all; far away from the general cloud and rain back home.
There were also the locals, “what are you doing?” The rat nearly shot up as he heard the voice behind him. He twisted around to the voice and was greeted with the loaming presences of pale orange lupine with a white flower in her hair dressed in a long white toga with a red sash across her chest. She was looking down on him curiously twisting her head side to side trying her best to get a peek at what he was doing. She seemed to stand there curiously and yet slightly cautious as if the relatively small Yersin could ever cause a creature like her trouble.
Maybe her mother had talked with her as much as she had with all the troops. That was the one thing that stuck with him when he arrived on the property. The imposing Lady Helena, she greeted them all happily though made clear three things “don’t stain the reputations of my lands, do not ruin my harvest and keep away from my daughters”... She made herself very clear and no one had objects... Well all but Lt. Umbel, the Vulpine was well aware of her service; an artillery gunner, private or at most a corporal. That was unacceptable to him; a lieutenant would not take order from a lower rank and a civilian at that. Well that was the state of play and reinforced by political agreement; regardless how much of fuss Umbel was willing to make.
He left (unannounced) and given the bad reception in that area some poor sod was sent on a day and half march to the last F.O.B to try and inform command the lieutenant went off.
“You draw?” she questioned finally able to make out the pencil marks all over his little book, her tail wagged side to side as her head tilted to the side intrigued.
He wasn’t really sure what he was meant to say half fearful of Lady Helena catching him, but it would simply be rude to say nothing or act as if the wolfess did not exist.
“Oh it’s nothing, just a couple of sketches, odd bits and pieces” he tried to speak in a slightly disinterested manner to try and drive the wolfess away only twisting his head and shoulders round to face her rather than turning his whole body.
It didn’t deter her as her head cocked to the other side and her eye lids fluttered and she asked something the Yersin fully expected.
“Can I have a look?” the question was politely put and he could tell very easily that she was genuinely curious to what he was drawing.
The rat had a little look about his surrounding making sure no one was about to notice them. Once he done that he slightly moved to the side on the rock and gestured over to the wolfess to come. She smiled as her ears twitched happily, she came over and crouch next to him though still somehow keeping an imposing presences despite her all together friendly domineer.
The Yersin held up his little book showing the pale orange wolfess his drawn of the flowers. She bobbed her head about for a second before a little smile settled on her face, “it’s very nice, I really love Enders; such a pretty flower” she said looking down on him before looking back at his book “do you do other work?”
He pulled the sketch book back initially flattered by the comment as he shuffled about with those pleasant fuzzy feeling he got when people credited his work, “I’ve got a couple... though am not sure if you’ll like them”
She didn’t say anything and before the Yersin knew it the wolfess came a little closer looking over him and at the drawings as he went through them as if on autopilot. He felt slightly awkward with this lupine nearly encasing him as her head leaned over his. He tried his best not to think about it as he just went through the sketches.
Bombed out and burning buildings, filthy trenches with tired men, imposing star ships eclipsing moons behind their structure; sketches from moments in war some stark memories others made on a more awesome feeling; next to nature he actually enjoyed drawing war ships.
He paused on one: a burning tank on the side of the road, a member of the crew maybe the only survivor sitting on a bit or rubble outside of it cigarette in one hand while the other hand was gone from the elbow down.
Something about that one stuck with him. He never even took it from a reference they were in a truck when they rolled past the sight of that tank battle... It was the only time he was able to recall an image completely from memory.
The two had gone quiet as they went through those pictures, she felt uncomfortable with how to comment on such images. They were all so skilfully done but saying such thing about such images didn’t settle with her right.
“The war’s been harsh hasn’t it?” it seemed like the only thing she could think of as the Yersin pulled back, sitting up for a moment rather than hunching his back; a bad habit he needed to break but struggled to do.
His feelings on it all were so odd. For the moment it wasn’t as if it had harmed him personally or maybe it was yet to fully manifest. His drawings might have suggested something but it just helped to make him feel comfortable. It was as if drawing his experiences helped to expel feelings... But other things couldn’t be washed away so easily: how was life back home? Was mother handling the homestead? How would she even handle the news of all the boys who would never come home again...? So many brothers lost over months of fighting. All of his sister made it out, all of them were able to get a out bound solider to knock them up; because if there was one way out of the service it was being a part of the effort to make the next generation of cannon – fodder. Boys never had that way out; but least they’d spread their legacy in genetics even if their name would end up on slab...
“Am sorry I shouldn’t have asked” the lupine spoke softly maybe feeling upset that she knocked something in the Yersin, unintentionally resurfacing bad memory. He was quick to come back softly choking on his words; he wouldn’t deny it the memories were slightly sour... Maybe he would have issues eventually.
“No, no, it’s fine... I ... I shouldn’t have shown those” he stopped as he closed the sketch book fiddle through pages.
Now it was just portraits, people he fought with and met; traders, pilots, medics, soldiers, sailors, civilians, officers, etc, etc, etc-. It was a nice change; happy images though with varying expression. Some very happy looking others more sullen but sullen in an artistic fashion; it was the vulpine portraits that were like that.
“These are beautiful” she felt comfortable to say that in regards to these and a small smile curled onto his face.
“Would you draw my picture?” she questioned as she looked to the Yersin. He went quiet; contemplating what was put before him. He looked up to her and watched the wolfess for a minute. She was a pretty muse and it would be the first time he’d able to get a draw lupine; he was always too shy to ask the one he met... “I don’t see why not” he said and her face beamed with a smile as she jumped up “oh that’s wonderful, wonderful!” her tail flicked side to side as she seemed to bounce on the spot, “I know the perfect place for it” and with that she seemed to take charge taking the Yersin by the hand as she lead him round the tree.
She brought him round to a little alcove, not a huge gauge but rather a pleasant little divot coated in more of those little Enders. She curled down lying in the alcove amongst the purple flowers as she took a relax position letting out a loud exhale.
“Is this alright for you?” the wolfess questioned.
“It’s perfect”, he didn’t care what the greater meaning of all this was and if it were a veiled attempt a flirting that wasn’t the main thing he was thinking about. Rather he was just happy to have such a perfect subject and to be finally able to do something which made him think back to his days before the military.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there, regardless how long he sitting there he was enjoying every moment, line, twist and soft scribble. His only frustration was the lack of colour. Still he worked away with maybe the third or fourth No. 2 pencil he had over his time and even that was just a nub.
They didn’t talk, the Yersin was too deep in his work and the wolfess did not want to interrupt him. He eventually stopped feeling more than happy with what he created maybe even happier than having the moment to try and draw the tree.
The happy moment however did not last as a looming presence seemed to slide into the situation. The pleasant sun blocked out as a figure stood over the rat; he could feel himself go cold.
“Having a nice time are we?” he didn’t even need to turn around to know who was behind him. Even as he looked over to the tree he could see the other wolfess slightly shrink and if something was making a lupine shrink one knew it was something to truly fear.
“Sofia!” She called over as the lupine only shrunk further “Hva gjør du med denne soldaten?”
“Han tegner bare bildemoren min” she squeaked out “Han er veldig dyktig”
“Is that so” Helena growled, the rat was just contenting himself with looking to the ground maybe hoping if he remained still enough he’d just disappear. Maybe wishing those silly rumours that lupine perception was greatly dependent on movement were true... They weren’t.
A large hand appeared in the side of his peripheral vision, a much darker shade of orange compared to her daughters. He didn’t even try to fight handing the little sketch book over as he awaited his fate. He looked over to Sofia again, she just awkwardly shifted knowing far too well that she was in as much trouble as him.
He could hear the flicking of paper go for minutes or maybe it was just seconds, “are you some kind of artist?” she questioned in a somewhat dry tone.
“Not professionally my Lady, did amateur work back home” he was quick and nonsense as he spoke; it didn’t get a reply and after a couple more page flicks he noticed his sketch book come back down to his side. He took the book back politely almost tempted to say thank you but Helena walked past him.
“Spilletid over å komme hjem; trenger ikke deg til å rote med gutter” Helena said
“Mor, jeg er nitten” Sofia defended
“Ingen argumenter fru ... Jeg vil ikke at du skal rote med unge menn” Helena continued and with that Sofia just rolled her eyes finally getting up and walking off in a huff.
The older wolfess just shook her head slightly disappointed as she finally came back to the rat. “You can come with me, now”
The walk back was slightly degrading; the Yersin was made to march while Helena followed him from behind. He got a few jeers from other troops though they quieted down when Helena came into view.
She marched him inside her home leading him through the corridors and stopping him outside a door. “What are you going to do to me?” he couldn’t help but ask, the silence and looming was slightly concerning but to that all he got was a soft tut.
“Why do people always assuming we’re all such brutes” Helena mumbled as she opened the door and tapped the rat on the back to keep him moving.
He was in her room and the momentary entry made his heart drop. Luckily they weren’t stopping in there as she just shooed him along to a side room. Once she moved him into there he was greeted with very familiar smells and sights; oil paints and primers on canvas, wonderful colours and scenes. Flower and plant life, sunsets from hill sides and small stone buildings on wonderful green pastures it was all quite impressive.
“Ma’am I don’t understand... What is this about?”
She just smiled, “well, I’ve always struggled to do self – portraits and you’ve a style I quite like” she walked past him and made her way to the centre of the room, a large long lounge chair occupied it and she just sat down comfortably. “I’m not asking too much from you... Have you worked with oil on canvas before?”
He had, that was his main side job for years back home, oil portraits and painting of families; mothers and fathers, sons, daughters, grandparents, couples; some who were eventually to wed. Photography existed, though it was quite antiquated in comparison to what the humans brought but even then people seemed to enjoy painted renditions in comparison to photos.
He twisted around looking at a blank canvas; completely blank even awaiting a little top coat of liquid white. “I’ve plenty experiences on canvas” he said still looking at it rather than Lady Helena, he could already imagine the image.
He finally came back finding the burnt orange lupine coyly sitting in the chair, one leg stretched out while her other was brought in close. She rested her head on her knee and held it with a similar quizzical tilt; those girls couldn’t have got that behaviour from nowhere.
“So I’d assume this will not be too much trouble for you?”
“No Madam, but full painting may take a couple of days”.
“Well don’t you worry you’ve plenty of time to work on this” she mused as she rearranged her posture leaning back into the chair, it was comfortable if not slightly alluring kind of posture, nothing overly lewd; nothing like the stuff a few young birds had him draw back home... Just a honeymoon painting, they told him, it were more like pornography.
He just gave one last smile, taking a breath to clear his mind and then finally getting to work.
A few hours down the line and he finally had to stop, his hands were slightly hurting now and he’d done all he could for that moment. It was a nice start a complete draft of the figure and the chair and a background which he made more befitting rather than drawing the surroundings of an art studio. Helena got back up; she kept her pose very well though she took a couple of stretches on the way over. She came around to him looking over his shoulder at the work that had done so far. She nodded her head happily before ruffling the Yersin’s hair.
“Good works; well continue from where we left off tomorrow”. The rat just smiled as he turned around to looking up to her happily though one thing was ticking in his mind.
“I – I er, I want to apologies for what happened before, I wouldn’t have done that if she never snuck up on me” the Yersin said, though at this point Helena just seemed to brush the issue off.
“Oh try not to worry, the girls are just getting of that age now; they get into enough trouble with the boys from the Byser family up the way, so I’d rather them not messing with soldiers... Those rules are just as much for them as they are for you” she gave a soft snicker though for a moment her tone went serious for just a moment, “but please do watch out for them; they will get you trouble...” She didn’t need to say anymore and the Yersin nodded his head in agreement, “no problem Madam, I’ll watch out”.
The old wolfess just snickered, “I’m sure you will”... She had no doubt this was going to be the first of many incidents but she just put that to the back of her mind; no point in worrying on what had yet to happen.
“You’ll be good for tomorrow right?” her voice came back quite happy.
“Of course” the rat beamed “Once I start a project like this I like to see it through”...
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Thank you Bering and thanks for the fav; this was very fun to write. ^_^
Okay here we go:
Name and species go as:
Yersin = Rat, Lupines = wolves, Vulpines = Foxes, Cainanid = Dogs, Mits = mice, Lepus = Rabbits+Hares,
Reptoids = Reptiles(Lizards, snakes, crocodiles, alligators, sometimes dragons), Yeens = Hyenas, Avians = Birds, Felidaes = Cats domestic + big. Yotes = Coyotes,
Raccs = Raccoons, Oposs = possums, Cervs = Deer+other Cervidae+Musk deer+antilope, Insectoids = bug people(though native specimens are similar to large ants).
That's about it, I know some haven't appeared and also some don't have names yet ;) But the general rule of thumb for Eden is that if it's a species that appears on Earth some kind of anthro type can be found in the Milk-Way somehwere.
Some am still thinking on names for are: Squirrels, Kangroos, Sharks, Aardwolf, Weasel, Stoat, Ferrets, Meerkats etc...Like I say if it's on Earth it's out there... ;)
Actually on this point the other rule is your more traditional "little green men", fantasy/fictional species (e.g: Sergal), as well as all the other deep space nasties, collapsed empires, empty derelicts and unGodly horrors existed outside of Milk-Way... Triblyns are one to trully fear... Jk, they're kinda chill but they just seem to pick up swears.
On terms of Species and their development:
Humans;are the most advanced in the Milk-Way; when they left Sol, they were at a standard simialr to Earth in the Halo UE. They've compitent space travel; able to cross the entire Milk-Way in months to a month after routes were clearly plotted and their ships are conventionally armed: Auto - Cannons, Missile pods, Mass - accelerator and NUKES.
This then lead down a divison with the CSS improving production while the FFP went for advancments.
So the CSS has stayed more or less the same just able to build at a stupid rate while the FFP has better tech but not as much and it's much slower to make.
Yersin; they were low industrial simialr to Russia in 1900s. The majority of the people lived a fedual type lifestyle on farms while most of their cities were over crowded sites of realtively new industrialization. There society is also slightly confused. They're attempting a type of republicanism, but the situation is in Yersin society the family or clan (a collection of related and married families) is the most important thing. This is also because Yersin family's are huged and the average Yersin female is able to mother 100 children in mischiefs of ten made quite easy by speedy development of Yersins from infancy to adulthood
Lupines; Timber and Plains are seemingly acient civilizations though elements of high technology are apparent though not dominate, E.g: farmers having weather observation systems, hopsitals deploying morden medical understanding and obsevatories using reflectors and refractors teleoscopes and their captial buildings literally being dismantled star ships... Plains goverments are republics or Constitutional Monarchies headed by an Emperor or Empress, while Timber are many petty Kingdoms.
The CSS understanding gleamed from Lupine historians and their own investigations is that the species most likely was extra - galatic empire, moved into the Milk-Way and then suffered some type of luddite or ecologist movement... Arctics however are the only acception; living a nomadic/tribal lifestlye. What has been understood from them is they may have been colonist who may have become trapped due to the fall of their Empire and given the inhospitable nature of their forzen planets they turned quite barbaric to survive. This also explains their slight aggression to other lupines as oral tradition mainted a belief that "Falske brødre forlot oss"/"False brothers left us".
The final and rarest are Deserts lupines; Likely the cloest to their orginial species they are in complete rejection of these new beliefs. But their villages suggest they were likely colonial scout who crashed and couldn't get picked up... They've settled accepting the fall of their empire and living happily, intermarrying with locals while just trying to keep themselves to themselves.
Oh and just to come full circle the orignial lupines or Lupus Regem... Well not much is know; possibly they were a large empire, but the only thing know for certain is their orginal form were slender, tall, black jackals. This was based upon a couple skeletons found on Arctic world, art from Timber and Plain as well as some AI avatars found on exceedingly old AI cores "borrowed" from historic sites across several lupine worlds.
Vulpines; appear close to humans in the 1990s though their automation is generally far better though their space travel was only just starting to bud when huamns showed up; much to their species general disappointment. There goverment is a Corporate Oligarchy with a puppet parliment and bussiness is the main point of call in everything; your family, marriage, hobby, children and freinds are all some kind of trade and agreement, though when night rolls around things get a little nicer.
Cainanids; mixed with most living a generally modern life with budding space development though it only the Borzoi which have been able to become true spacefarers though their craft are very... Questionably sound... Their lifestyle has also meant they lack any homeworld and most either live just in space or on short term outpost, it's not that they are any more advanced then their dog like fellows it's just the Borzoi's are like "fancy life support and saftey system, I don't need them; I just want to see the stars!"
Mits; very minor space travelers, being quite disburse most lived independently on dwarf planets, moons and in astrode belts.
Lepus; 1960s, American bunnies, with guns, lots of guns... They only just put a satellite in space when humans found them but the fools in the FFP just started throwing tech at them and before they knew it the rabbits were a major player... Though their ship designs are odd and their fashion and music has yet to advance; so one can easily decect the moving of lepus craft by the blaring of Jobby Lee (Bobby Vee) over the coms.
Reptoids; advanced space mercs, though unorganized. They are basically roving bands that would probably just commit piracy if it weren't for Federal's paying them to fight Cons, pirates and other internal factions. Despite the tech they have they still live quite tradional tribal/clan lifestyle were their merc band is as much family as it is business.
Yeens; they were a tribal when FFP met them... Then they were a conventially modern anarchist society when the CSS showed up... Now they are space pirates... Not coventially advanced they mainly graft and ramshackle what they can get their hands on and use what scraps both the CSS and FFP drop or what they can steal. They adore picking up and meeting new people though your choice is normally join, die or be dinner. Their "society" is matriarchal, females taking the lead and being the smartest and qutie scheming while their males are huge lugs. Their main goal is just to be the best in what a clan leader decides; maybe they just want money, jewls, weapns, slaves to make a harem or just to fight for the sake of fighting... They're not to be trusted, though Yeens have somehow made themselves friends to abounded clones after the ban on those with military programming.
Avians; a trully advanced species the Avians showed up in the Milk - Way after the two great powers formed though they were thought to be around longer than that. Their ships are far more advanced than anything anyone in the Milky-Way has and yet they're seemingly none hostile.
Their main play is being a very powerful transit corporation as their warp drives can get them to any part of know space in only hours and thus they are great at moving important supplies or senstive documents quickly... But they're also believed to just be waiting out for the great Jump Fuel shortage to hit critical mass so they can take control via their monopoly of the only form of effective long distance travel. Though despite this they are generally and oddly a polite speices.
Feliaes; Maybe the only speices that could have met the FFP and CSS. The only thing that went against them was that their minor space empire occupied the centre of the Milk - Way... Oh no due to this the only Co - op between the FFP and CSS before the Civil War had them work to destroy the Feliaes empire... Though as one may assume Co - op didn't last and very quickly CSS and FFP operatives began to support different resistances on occupied planets to mess with CSS or FFP garrasions.
This has basically left these cats living more or less in perptual war with a burning hatred for both sides, though most Feliases that escape these planet normally retreat to the unorganized FFP to try and build a new life and maybe to plot some revenge.
Yotes, Raccs Oposs and Cervs, etc; just general citizenary and kind of representation of how unorganized the CSS is and how unregulated the FFP is. There's just creatures that show up and generally people don't care. As long as they're not casuing trouble and they're doing their work they can get on with little to no issues. Maybe a little display of how dead inside some CSS and FFP bureaucrat are or how interesting life in a major space port can be, you never know who's going to show up!
Insectoids; a group of slightly scary bug things... They seem to be getting on in their symbotic bio-organic society. They were intially quite primal but after meeting human life they developed quite quickly though not changing that much. They've still have no space craft though there is reports of odd organic growth that could be of concerm and one thing which has made some uncomfortable is as an extension of "KINDNESS" Insectoids had evolved humanoid worker drones which have in some places been used as an alternative to synth workers much to their complaints (well aprat from the robots).
God damn that was lot... sorry about that; hope it's all clear. ;)
Okay here we go:
Name and species go as:
Yersin = Rat, Lupines = wolves, Vulpines = Foxes, Cainanid = Dogs, Mits = mice, Lepus = Rabbits+Hares,
Reptoids = Reptiles(Lizards, snakes, crocodiles, alligators, sometimes dragons), Yeens = Hyenas, Avians = Birds, Felidaes = Cats domestic + big. Yotes = Coyotes,
Raccs = Raccoons, Oposs = possums, Cervs = Deer+other Cervidae+Musk deer+antilope, Insectoids = bug people(though native specimens are similar to large ants).
That's about it, I know some haven't appeared and also some don't have names yet ;) But the general rule of thumb for Eden is that if it's a species that appears on Earth some kind of anthro type can be found in the Milk-Way somehwere.
Some am still thinking on names for are: Squirrels, Kangroos, Sharks, Aardwolf, Weasel, Stoat, Ferrets, Meerkats etc...Like I say if it's on Earth it's out there... ;)
Actually on this point the other rule is your more traditional "little green men", fantasy/fictional species (e.g: Sergal), as well as all the other deep space nasties, collapsed empires, empty derelicts and unGodly horrors existed outside of Milk-Way... Triblyns are one to trully fear... Jk, they're kinda chill but they just seem to pick up swears.
On terms of Species and their development:
Humans;are the most advanced in the Milk-Way; when they left Sol, they were at a standard simialr to Earth in the Halo UE. They've compitent space travel; able to cross the entire Milk-Way in months to a month after routes were clearly plotted and their ships are conventionally armed: Auto - Cannons, Missile pods, Mass - accelerator and NUKES.
This then lead down a divison with the CSS improving production while the FFP went for advancments.
So the CSS has stayed more or less the same just able to build at a stupid rate while the FFP has better tech but not as much and it's much slower to make.
Yersin; they were low industrial simialr to Russia in 1900s. The majority of the people lived a fedual type lifestyle on farms while most of their cities were over crowded sites of realtively new industrialization. There society is also slightly confused. They're attempting a type of republicanism, but the situation is in Yersin society the family or clan (a collection of related and married families) is the most important thing. This is also because Yersin family's are huged and the average Yersin female is able to mother 100 children in mischiefs of ten made quite easy by speedy development of Yersins from infancy to adulthood
Lupines; Timber and Plains are seemingly acient civilizations though elements of high technology are apparent though not dominate, E.g: farmers having weather observation systems, hopsitals deploying morden medical understanding and obsevatories using reflectors and refractors teleoscopes and their captial buildings literally being dismantled star ships... Plains goverments are republics or Constitutional Monarchies headed by an Emperor or Empress, while Timber are many petty Kingdoms.
The CSS understanding gleamed from Lupine historians and their own investigations is that the species most likely was extra - galatic empire, moved into the Milk-Way and then suffered some type of luddite or ecologist movement... Arctics however are the only acception; living a nomadic/tribal lifestlye. What has been understood from them is they may have been colonist who may have become trapped due to the fall of their Empire and given the inhospitable nature of their forzen planets they turned quite barbaric to survive. This also explains their slight aggression to other lupines as oral tradition mainted a belief that "Falske brødre forlot oss"/"False brothers left us".
The final and rarest are Deserts lupines; Likely the cloest to their orginial species they are in complete rejection of these new beliefs. But their villages suggest they were likely colonial scout who crashed and couldn't get picked up... They've settled accepting the fall of their empire and living happily, intermarrying with locals while just trying to keep themselves to themselves.
Oh and just to come full circle the orignial lupines or Lupus Regem... Well not much is know; possibly they were a large empire, but the only thing know for certain is their orginal form were slender, tall, black jackals. This was based upon a couple skeletons found on Arctic world, art from Timber and Plain as well as some AI avatars found on exceedingly old AI cores "borrowed" from historic sites across several lupine worlds.
Vulpines; appear close to humans in the 1990s though their automation is generally far better though their space travel was only just starting to bud when huamns showed up; much to their species general disappointment. There goverment is a Corporate Oligarchy with a puppet parliment and bussiness is the main point of call in everything; your family, marriage, hobby, children and freinds are all some kind of trade and agreement, though when night rolls around things get a little nicer.
Cainanids; mixed with most living a generally modern life with budding space development though it only the Borzoi which have been able to become true spacefarers though their craft are very... Questionably sound... Their lifestyle has also meant they lack any homeworld and most either live just in space or on short term outpost, it's not that they are any more advanced then their dog like fellows it's just the Borzoi's are like "fancy life support and saftey system, I don't need them; I just want to see the stars!"
Mits; very minor space travelers, being quite disburse most lived independently on dwarf planets, moons and in astrode belts.
Lepus; 1960s, American bunnies, with guns, lots of guns... They only just put a satellite in space when humans found them but the fools in the FFP just started throwing tech at them and before they knew it the rabbits were a major player... Though their ship designs are odd and their fashion and music has yet to advance; so one can easily decect the moving of lepus craft by the blaring of Jobby Lee (Bobby Vee) over the coms.
Reptoids; advanced space mercs, though unorganized. They are basically roving bands that would probably just commit piracy if it weren't for Federal's paying them to fight Cons, pirates and other internal factions. Despite the tech they have they still live quite tradional tribal/clan lifestyle were their merc band is as much family as it is business.
Yeens; they were a tribal when FFP met them... Then they were a conventially modern anarchist society when the CSS showed up... Now they are space pirates... Not coventially advanced they mainly graft and ramshackle what they can get their hands on and use what scraps both the CSS and FFP drop or what they can steal. They adore picking up and meeting new people though your choice is normally join, die or be dinner. Their "society" is matriarchal, females taking the lead and being the smartest and qutie scheming while their males are huge lugs. Their main goal is just to be the best in what a clan leader decides; maybe they just want money, jewls, weapns, slaves to make a harem or just to fight for the sake of fighting... They're not to be trusted, though Yeens have somehow made themselves friends to abounded clones after the ban on those with military programming.
Avians; a trully advanced species the Avians showed up in the Milk - Way after the two great powers formed though they were thought to be around longer than that. Their ships are far more advanced than anything anyone in the Milky-Way has and yet they're seemingly none hostile.
Their main play is being a very powerful transit corporation as their warp drives can get them to any part of know space in only hours and thus they are great at moving important supplies or senstive documents quickly... But they're also believed to just be waiting out for the great Jump Fuel shortage to hit critical mass so they can take control via their monopoly of the only form of effective long distance travel. Though despite this they are generally and oddly a polite speices.
Feliaes; Maybe the only speices that could have met the FFP and CSS. The only thing that went against them was that their minor space empire occupied the centre of the Milk - Way... Oh no due to this the only Co - op between the FFP and CSS before the Civil War had them work to destroy the Feliaes empire... Though as one may assume Co - op didn't last and very quickly CSS and FFP operatives began to support different resistances on occupied planets to mess with CSS or FFP garrasions.
This has basically left these cats living more or less in perptual war with a burning hatred for both sides, though most Feliases that escape these planet normally retreat to the unorganized FFP to try and build a new life and maybe to plot some revenge.
Yotes, Raccs Oposs and Cervs, etc; just general citizenary and kind of representation of how unorganized the CSS is and how unregulated the FFP is. There's just creatures that show up and generally people don't care. As long as they're not casuing trouble and they're doing their work they can get on with little to no issues. Maybe a little display of how dead inside some CSS and FFP bureaucrat are or how interesting life in a major space port can be, you never know who's going to show up!
Insectoids; a group of slightly scary bug things... They seem to be getting on in their symbotic bio-organic society. They were intially quite primal but after meeting human life they developed quite quickly though not changing that much. They've still have no space craft though there is reports of odd organic growth that could be of concerm and one thing which has made some uncomfortable is as an extension of "KINDNESS" Insectoids had evolved humanoid worker drones which have in some places been used as an alternative to synth workers much to their complaints (well aprat from the robots).
God damn that was lot... sorry about that; hope it's all clear. ;)
Don't forget the ringtail species OC I have that likes to mess with a certain Lupine.
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