 
                
                    I joined up with  thewastelands and decided to make up a new character for use with it.  I started out thinking about adaptability and grittiness, and a little bit of ugly, was thinking originally a sphynx cat hybrid of some kind, it ended up being sort of cat, thylacine and rat, no name for it, just a random mix, a product of post-apocalyptic lack of selection forcing crosses of unlikely things.  Her name is Kaja and this is just a first concept so she will likely change a bit as she gets developed.  She is wiry and intelligent and has no scruples, her knife, though crudely cobbled together in a way that is not functional for heavy use, has gotten her out of many a sticky situation alive, kept her fed, bought her time or shelter or water or other necessities.  Yet she is still a woman, an aesthete even in the face of desert waste, able to find beauty in rare moments between scrapping and scavenging and fighting.  The dead clover is a show of the hopelessness of the world around her, a ruined token of a luck that ran out long ago enough to be merely the stuff of fireside legends.
 thewastelands and decided to make up a new character for use with it.  I started out thinking about adaptability and grittiness, and a little bit of ugly, was thinking originally a sphynx cat hybrid of some kind, it ended up being sort of cat, thylacine and rat, no name for it, just a random mix, a product of post-apocalyptic lack of selection forcing crosses of unlikely things.  Her name is Kaja and this is just a first concept so she will likely change a bit as she gets developed.  She is wiry and intelligent and has no scruples, her knife, though crudely cobbled together in a way that is not functional for heavy use, has gotten her out of many a sticky situation alive, kept her fed, bought her time or shelter or water or other necessities.  Yet she is still a woman, an aesthete even in the face of desert waste, able to find beauty in rare moments between scrapping and scavenging and fighting.  The dead clover is a show of the hopelessness of the world around her, a ruined token of a luck that ran out long ago enough to be merely the stuff of fireside legends.
                                    
             thewastelands and decided to make up a new character for use with it.  I started out thinking about adaptability and grittiness, and a little bit of ugly, was thinking originally a sphynx cat hybrid of some kind, it ended up being sort of cat, thylacine and rat, no name for it, just a random mix, a product of post-apocalyptic lack of selection forcing crosses of unlikely things.  Her name is Kaja and this is just a first concept so she will likely change a bit as she gets developed.  She is wiry and intelligent and has no scruples, her knife, though crudely cobbled together in a way that is not functional for heavy use, has gotten her out of many a sticky situation alive, kept her fed, bought her time or shelter or water or other necessities.  Yet she is still a woman, an aesthete even in the face of desert waste, able to find beauty in rare moments between scrapping and scavenging and fighting.  The dead clover is a show of the hopelessness of the world around her, a ruined token of a luck that ran out long ago enough to be merely the stuff of fireside legends.
 thewastelands and decided to make up a new character for use with it.  I started out thinking about adaptability and grittiness, and a little bit of ugly, was thinking originally a sphynx cat hybrid of some kind, it ended up being sort of cat, thylacine and rat, no name for it, just a random mix, a product of post-apocalyptic lack of selection forcing crosses of unlikely things.  Her name is Kaja and this is just a first concept so she will likely change a bit as she gets developed.  She is wiry and intelligent and has no scruples, her knife, though crudely cobbled together in a way that is not functional for heavy use, has gotten her out of many a sticky situation alive, kept her fed, bought her time or shelter or water or other necessities.  Yet she is still a woman, an aesthete even in the face of desert waste, able to find beauty in rare moments between scrapping and scavenging and fighting.  The dead clover is a show of the hopelessness of the world around her, a ruined token of a luck that ran out long ago enough to be merely the stuff of fireside legends.
                                    Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
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                    Size 1280 x 929px
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