Drawing these to go along with this story I'm developing... Expect more!


Scritch, Scritch, Scritch. The sound of the quill pen scratching the parchment filled the otherwise silent room. It was morning, with the sun’s bright rays lazily sifting through onto the messy table where a young Foxkin was busily working away on his latest theories and diagrams. Pausing and noticing the muffled songs of birds from the outside, Thomas Fawks glanced outside of his humble abode’s window. He was a lithe character, possessing a scraggy head of hair pent up into a gentleman’s ponytail. Adorned in a forest green top and at his waist a blue sash, Thomas possessed a determined spark in his eyes. He had inherited his mother’s light brownish pelt and his father’s white, clean muzzle. A man of an idealist mind, Thomas always wanted to innovate and to jumpstart his father’s business, the business of delivering goods. Ever since the guilds formed among companies and the Avians dominated the delivery business, his family’s work has been slowly dwindling. Thomas’s passing of his father was no help either. Alas, the burden was then passed onto him, and gone were his days of sitting in the backrooms daydreaming and coming up with outlandish inventions to build. However, Thomas was a fox with a dream, and even with the dwindling inheritance that was left to him, he did not give up on his father’s dying business. He was going to take it all back, the success that they once had, and he had a plan. Thomas looked up into the blue sky, the endless sea that enveloped this very world that he lived in. He was going to fly.