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Vil England nivr si agen.
Obiit 24 Kal Dekembris, 1247
One of a couple little pieces (5x3") I sketched on smallish scrap paper to help keep me sane between larger projects.
Vil England nivr si agen.
Obiit 24 Kal Dekembris, 1247
One of a couple little pieces (5x3") I sketched on smallish scrap paper to help keep me sane between larger projects.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
Species Wolf
Gender Any
Size 665 x 411px
File Size 170.9 kB
One hundred or so 11x14" pages of blue and snowscapes drive me crazy. ;]
"I...know you." Whispered the feline nervously, his voice peppered in terror, trembling as it whispered past his lips into the chilled evening air. He could not stop his feet from shaking, not the beads of sweat that snaked from his brow, past his fancy monocle and trickled down his neck.
"Yo, you are the ghost. You are the outlaw. A murderer to those whom line their pockets "He sputtered, tears beginning to tread freely from his eyes. He was going to die. To be plundered alone in this forest on his way through England and left to rot and wither with no memory or discovery. He had been ambushed and backed against a tree; it's rough bark pinning him from movement from behind while the decidedly deadly point of the fox's arrow pointed at his throat kept him from moving forward. The arrow pressed mercilessly into his neck, until a gentle scarlet bloom rose and splashed the coloring into his alabaster fur.
The fox was stoic where he stood, a marksman of renown, the arrow did not waver from it's perch nor stray from it's intended target: The feline's throat.
"I am Robin of Locksley." The fox whispered; his voice ragged and a distinct lack of sleep gave it an ominous heft of weight, but it came across crisp and clear to the noble cat's ears.
The fear that rippled through the trembling feline was all but crippling; all be dastardly in it's fiendish robbery of his senses and movements. He was paralyzed and silenced, unable to flee from this rogue if he wanted and too terrified to shriek for help. The only word he managed to squeak past dry, chapped lips, was the only one he could think of: "Please."
For a brief, undeniable moment- a spark of kindness glimmered in the fox's steeled eyes and the feline felt a flicker of hope dance in his soul. The arrow lowered from his neck with a resolute decision, and that flicked danced into a flame.
"You will leave this forest." The voice came again, quiet and calculating, steeled with passion and tempered in rage. A quiet voice that rippled shivers down the feline's spine.
"That way." The fox hissed, and for a delicate moment- his eyes twitched in the intended direction. " You leave the carriage you were riding. The riches inside as well as the clothing and the food belong to me now. I will never see you here again." Commanded the voice- confidant and harsh.
With that, the fox took a single step backwards, sending his message loud and clear: This was the feline's one chance. The fat cat noble took it to heart immediately; stumbling a great many steps through brambles and bushes, racing as fast as short, stubby legs would allow him. He wanted to be as far from this wretched forest as possible, and in his pursuit of absolution from the terrible situation, he did not venture a glance back.
The terrible Robin of Locksley had struck once again.
Just what sprung to mind when I saw this. Excellent picture =3
"Yo, you are the ghost. You are the outlaw. A murderer to those whom line their pockets "He sputtered, tears beginning to tread freely from his eyes. He was going to die. To be plundered alone in this forest on his way through England and left to rot and wither with no memory or discovery. He had been ambushed and backed against a tree; it's rough bark pinning him from movement from behind while the decidedly deadly point of the fox's arrow pointed at his throat kept him from moving forward. The arrow pressed mercilessly into his neck, until a gentle scarlet bloom rose and splashed the coloring into his alabaster fur.
The fox was stoic where he stood, a marksman of renown, the arrow did not waver from it's perch nor stray from it's intended target: The feline's throat.
"I am Robin of Locksley." The fox whispered; his voice ragged and a distinct lack of sleep gave it an ominous heft of weight, but it came across crisp and clear to the noble cat's ears.
The fear that rippled through the trembling feline was all but crippling; all be dastardly in it's fiendish robbery of his senses and movements. He was paralyzed and silenced, unable to flee from this rogue if he wanted and too terrified to shriek for help. The only word he managed to squeak past dry, chapped lips, was the only one he could think of: "Please."
For a brief, undeniable moment- a spark of kindness glimmered in the fox's steeled eyes and the feline felt a flicker of hope dance in his soul. The arrow lowered from his neck with a resolute decision, and that flicked danced into a flame.
"You will leave this forest." The voice came again, quiet and calculating, steeled with passion and tempered in rage. A quiet voice that rippled shivers down the feline's spine.
"That way." The fox hissed, and for a delicate moment- his eyes twitched in the intended direction. " You leave the carriage you were riding. The riches inside as well as the clothing and the food belong to me now. I will never see you here again." Commanded the voice- confidant and harsh.
With that, the fox took a single step backwards, sending his message loud and clear: This was the feline's one chance. The fat cat noble took it to heart immediately; stumbling a great many steps through brambles and bushes, racing as fast as short, stubby legs would allow him. He wanted to be as far from this wretched forest as possible, and in his pursuit of absolution from the terrible situation, he did not venture a glance back.
The terrible Robin of Locksley had struck once again.
Just what sprung to mind when I saw this. Excellent picture =3
Wonderful work, love the detail on the clothing.
But you might want to have a look on how you hold your fingers when using the bow, he probably either has a toy bow or the strongest hand ever to be seen on earth if he can hold the arrow like that. Usually you hold the string with 2-3 fingers, whereas one finger is above the arrow, and 1-2 fingers are below it.
But you might want to have a look on how you hold your fingers when using the bow, he probably either has a toy bow or the strongest hand ever to be seen on earth if he can hold the arrow like that. Usually you hold the string with 2-3 fingers, whereas one finger is above the arrow, and 1-2 fingers are below it.
Yeah. Even Middle English is a bitch.
I mean, who can actually read this?
I kan noȝt parfitly my Paternoster as þe preest it syngeþ, But I kan rymes of Robyn hood and Randolf Erl of Chestre.
Old English was, well...German but full of crazy Celtic influence.
Also, Scandinavians.
I mean, who can actually read this?
I kan noȝt parfitly my Paternoster as þe preest it syngeþ, But I kan rymes of Robyn hood and Randolf Erl of Chestre.
Old English was, well...German but full of crazy Celtic influence.
Also, Scandinavians.
bvhsaVDAJVGDGASVJ Any archer will tell you you don't hold the arrow like that! :P in western archery you have one finger above and two below the arrow and you never touch it when it is knocked on the string as it affects its flight and accuracy. Also you do not sight down the arrow. you use a fixed reference point normally a knuckle from the hand gripping the bow and use that as your aiming point. Other then that fantastic drawing :) there should be more archery in furry art.
And for that reason I will fav this :)
And for that reason I will fav this :)
Quick FYI: Proper bow draw grip technique = take the first knuckles of index, mid, and ring fingers, wrap around bow string with arrow nock resting between index and middle fingers...
The 'pinch' displayed here will fatigue the archer very quickly, along with affecting accuracy. :P
Otherwise, another <3-ful and murry~ pic from Blotch <3
The 'pinch' displayed here will fatigue the archer very quickly, along with affecting accuracy. :P
Otherwise, another <3-ful and murry~ pic from Blotch <3
i have to say as a huge fan, that i envy your artwork. mind if i make you my role model? excellent work yet again and it kinda hit me hard cuz it reminds me of a ranger. im looking forward to more excellent work and ill keep practicing to get to your level eventually. x3
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