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Figured out a better way to stream games and allow myself to see the stream chat as well and with friend's help to test out some stuff, got it to work for a few of my games. So planning to stream some games for fun, starting with one I really enjoy Alan Wake. So drew this up in my stream as something to use whenever I have an Alan Wake stream up. Tiera playing a game where your own creativity is the enemy. Woo hehe. will probably try playing the first part this coming week.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 613 x 900px
File Size 631 kB
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Here we see Tiera, flashlight in one hand, firearm in another. She is an artist who, in her quest for inspiration had come to the picturesque setting of Muse Woods hoping to find another subject for her works after running into a case of artist's block. Wearing her trademark attire, blue jeans, black sneakers, black hoodie and gray tweed jacket, Tiera is looking for something to spin the gears in her head, start up the colorful flow of images that only an artist could dream up and then put them on paper.
However on one chilly night when she nears the town's landmark, a large, onyx lake, something lunges for her for out of the shadows and hurls her into the water. When Tiera awakes later on she finds herself back on land but not in the intended area. Discovering that she now occupies a room in an abandoned town sitting on a short cliff, the lost artist starts wandering around looking for anyone who can help her. After aimlessly walking the time torn buildings she comes across two sheets of paper lying on an old desk. Picking them up she sees that they are in fact drawings depicting the town she's currently in and seeing two figures, one is herself, the other is a shadow shrouded lurker following in her footsteps with a large hammer in hand. Tiera is puzzled... Why would someone draw her in this type of situation? Why had they put them here and how did anyone know to find her in a place like this?
Then she stops her mental train and looks closer at the handiwork noticing that something about it seems familiar....
Slowly she examines every detail, the colors, the shading, the stance of the characters, and other finer details. Then like a meteor impact it all comes together....
This is HER drawing style!
Her mind spins amid the impossibility of this realization...
There is no way she did this, how could someone draw exactly like her and not miss so much as a hair? It has to be an imposter, a poser, someone who sketches like she does yet isn't her at the same time. Looking over the drawings for any sign of an art thief's insignia she suddenly freezes when she sees something that makes her heart feeling like its being frozen and fried at the same time. On the back of the paper the bottom left is her signature "T.W." and the sign of paintbrushes, pencils, markers and other artistic tools with a blue furred bipedal fox wrapped around them. Her trademark.
She begins to feel sick and the rooms starts to sway in her sight as a sudden bout of nausea takes hold pushing the blue furred vixen off balance. Grabbing the desk for stability she tries to regain control of her stomach and after a few deep breaths succeeds. Blearily gazing at the papers she thinks about what this could mean if something that has your own personal mark on it appears in front of you except it wasn't you that made it. With the inquiries swimming in her skull she decides to try and find aid and a way out of this place. Pocketing the papers Tiera heads out and down a trail beaten into the forest ahead hoping to find someone who can help her.
The artist doesn't realize is when she arrived here a sinister force that has been plaguing the town and its residents for years is now hunting her and she will need the help of light to beat back this alien abomination and investigate the mysteries this quaint woodsy town hides in the shadows all the while trying to maintain her sanity in a world of peril and paranoia.
Tiera Wake.
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However on one chilly night when she nears the town's landmark, a large, onyx lake, something lunges for her for out of the shadows and hurls her into the water. When Tiera awakes later on she finds herself back on land but not in the intended area. Discovering that she now occupies a room in an abandoned town sitting on a short cliff, the lost artist starts wandering around looking for anyone who can help her. After aimlessly walking the time torn buildings she comes across two sheets of paper lying on an old desk. Picking them up she sees that they are in fact drawings depicting the town she's currently in and seeing two figures, one is herself, the other is a shadow shrouded lurker following in her footsteps with a large hammer in hand. Tiera is puzzled... Why would someone draw her in this type of situation? Why had they put them here and how did anyone know to find her in a place like this?
Then she stops her mental train and looks closer at the handiwork noticing that something about it seems familiar....
Slowly she examines every detail, the colors, the shading, the stance of the characters, and other finer details. Then like a meteor impact it all comes together....
This is HER drawing style!
Her mind spins amid the impossibility of this realization...
There is no way she did this, how could someone draw exactly like her and not miss so much as a hair? It has to be an imposter, a poser, someone who sketches like she does yet isn't her at the same time. Looking over the drawings for any sign of an art thief's insignia she suddenly freezes when she sees something that makes her heart feeling like its being frozen and fried at the same time. On the back of the paper the bottom left is her signature "T.W." and the sign of paintbrushes, pencils, markers and other artistic tools with a blue furred bipedal fox wrapped around them. Her trademark.
She begins to feel sick and the rooms starts to sway in her sight as a sudden bout of nausea takes hold pushing the blue furred vixen off balance. Grabbing the desk for stability she tries to regain control of her stomach and after a few deep breaths succeeds. Blearily gazing at the papers she thinks about what this could mean if something that has your own personal mark on it appears in front of you except it wasn't you that made it. With the inquiries swimming in her skull she decides to try and find aid and a way out of this place. Pocketing the papers Tiera heads out and down a trail beaten into the forest ahead hoping to find someone who can help her.
The artist doesn't realize is when she arrived here a sinister force that has been plaguing the town and its residents for years is now hunting her and she will need the help of light to beat back this alien abomination and investigate the mysteries this quaint woodsy town hides in the shadows all the while trying to maintain her sanity in a world of peril and paranoia.
Tiera Wake.
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