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Updated with fur texture test and some other fixes, and this random prose:
The bramble howl scrapes over the vapid moors, combs the toothy trees, and swarms the fairies from their fragile lofts. The earth quivers. Ears alerted, claws primed, he rises to taste the taint of the air.
Again sprays the sound, a blood-soaked shriek of malice, rising to punch to the sun faster to its bed. The earth rumbles. His heart embraces the crows’ warning caws as the smoke consumes the wood around him.
They've found him. The time for running is dead.
Eyes burning like the groaning trees, he slips into the ashen sea and spears toward the source of the searing death. Fire-born embers dance as the forest children wither into the heat. Phantom voices drive his paws to them, the seekers and the stalkers, launching their hatred on high to crash down in a hungry blaze. Through the fire’s roar, the hunters’ bullets chase those desperate for life.
His fury swells. He leaps, singing murder with his claws and seeding terror with his calls, until the flames shrink back and quiet settles over the trees once again. There he sits, listening. No unwelcome calls stretch across the earth’s charred remains. He closes his eyes, steps back with the ghosts of the woods, and runs fast from the pain.
Meroe © Amber Bevan (meroe1313)
The bramble howl scrapes over the vapid moors, combs the toothy trees, and swarms the fairies from their fragile lofts. The earth quivers. Ears alerted, claws primed, he rises to taste the taint of the air.
Again sprays the sound, a blood-soaked shriek of malice, rising to punch to the sun faster to its bed. The earth rumbles. His heart embraces the crows’ warning caws as the smoke consumes the wood around him.
They've found him. The time for running is dead.
Eyes burning like the groaning trees, he slips into the ashen sea and spears toward the source of the searing death. Fire-born embers dance as the forest children wither into the heat. Phantom voices drive his paws to them, the seekers and the stalkers, launching their hatred on high to crash down in a hungry blaze. Through the fire’s roar, the hunters’ bullets chase those desperate for life.
His fury swells. He leaps, singing murder with his claws and seeding terror with his calls, until the flames shrink back and quiet settles over the trees once again. There he sits, listening. No unwelcome calls stretch across the earth’s charred remains. He closes his eyes, steps back with the ghosts of the woods, and runs fast from the pain.
Meroe © Amber Bevan (meroe1313)
Category Artwork (Digital) / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 914 x 1280px
File Size 112.1 kB
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