First of all, yup! Still alive. Exams are now over and I'm intending to work on commissions - so haven't forgotten about all you beautiful people who intend to pay me money in exchange for services (read: sex) <333 lol

Anyway, in between commissions and being generally anxious about school work I've been working on this and an accompanying short fiction piece. I'll be doing a story about Genevieve, the vixen mage, hehehe...

It's been a little while since I've done any form of creative writing, so this story will just be to get me back into the swing of things and off my ass. I'll be posting the first little page here, hope you enjoy the picture!

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Light spilled slowly across the brown stone buildings built into the cliff below. It seemed to trickle into the very ground, breathing life and colour into the waking town once more. The night had been cold, and frost was still melting from the gardens that clung to the cliff. The only plants that grew this close to the ocean were a hardy sought, coloured in dark greens and blues, and they greeted the sun with open leaves, ready for another day.
Genevieve was similarly ready, standing on her balcony, wrapped in nothing but the rough wool blanket she'd been given to sleep in, the blue haired vixen observed the waking town with a hint of disdain. Strongport was a mainly feline town, ironically enough. Cats and tigers worked the fishing boats that had crept out of the port before dawn, more yet deftly climbed the sails of the huge frigates that lined the docks. Built into the side of a cliff, it gave the impression of a giant set of steps. Houses clung to the cliffside, creeping out slowly until they met the ocean, where they were greeted by an elaborate wooden dock. On the north side of town, where the cliff levelled out, a road disappeared into the horizon. The founders of Strongport apparently hadn't been deterred by the inhospitable terrain, the dismal weather and the scraggy and bare countryside. The town clung onto the cliff, looking as though at any moment a wave might rise out of the ocean and wash it away. For all Genevieve knew, it just might. But the felines made good trade, fortunate that their position was easy to exploit, and that many ships stopped there to trade.
Genevieve had been posted to this town a month ago. Thirty one days to be exact, and had still learned nothing new about her mission. Every now and she sent a messenger bird to the Mage's Tower, but the answer was always the same. Remain vigilant. Whatever that meant. Her long, bushy tail flicked behind her with irritation as she turned away from the view, hugging her blanket more tightly about her shoulders. For what must have been the hundredth time since arriving, she crossed the room to where she'd set up her desk and reread the letter which had sent her here in the first place.

Acolyte Genevieve,

The Tower has chosen you to travel to the feline town of Strongport. Esteemed Mage Jac'b has detected an unfamiliar magical presence in the area. You are to travel there immediately, and await further instructions. Inclosed are your travel passes and gold.

Keeper Seara

It took a great feat of self control not to tear up the letter then and there. The vixen sighed and turned away from the desk, supposing she should get dressed for the day. Her robes were where she'd left them, draped over the back of a chair. Though it didn't take long for Genevieve to pull them about her body, she fiddled with the clasps and belts for a moment, straining to tighten the robes across the front of her chubby stomach. Food had always been a weakness for the acolyte, and foreign food only seemed to tempt her further. She must have gained at least fifteen pounds since arriving in Strongport. The vixen bit her lip as she looked down at the mound of a stomach sitting beneath her breasts. She looked like she was 250 odd pounds of vixen. Perhaps a walk was in order.