Forest

A very quick sketch and post as I head for work. Been feeling very wolfish this past week and lots of my sketches are coming out to express this damning need to become one. Surprised I haven't had any vivid dreams about turning into one yet. Story for this sketch later when I do what I can to make it look prettier. For now, WIP. Take care!

Last post of the day. Trying to not completely flood the site after all, hehe. So...this piece has a huge backstory to it relating to my Fursona and OC gals. A bit convoluted until I can flush out the ideas in a real written story form, so I'll give the abridged version here. Tabby (fursona) is mates with Nikki (the Blonde Fox), but he crosses paths with Sno (the black furred Werewolf) her doesn't bite him but discovers he has a lupine personality manifesting into Lycanthropy...which res...

Toned Paper Ink patreon commission for one of my two anonymous patrons. With this one I was given full freedom with the subject.

For the past month, the scar under his bandage had an itch. For the past month, his mind wandered into the wilderness. For the past month, he was travelling in a mist. Until, he received his first kiss from the moon. Happy halloween! :D This was a "quick sketch" or "a practise", but it turned out as a finalized piece after all. But I'm pretty happy how it turned out. :) And even though my skills in canines is.. Well, bad. This however.. Not that bad I think. I guess luck was on my side....

IT IS FINISHED! And a bonus bit of donkey TF. More TF stuff on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/hamstertoybox. Another sequence for Eala Dubh :) I love doing long sequences :D

Fear, sorrow, pain? The beastly nature waking up? Who knows what pressed his mind. Another werewolf from me, a rare sight as I suck at drawing canines :P And this was drawn in a very fevery state, but it turned alright in the end :D I guess. And to be honest, this is pretty much post-tf, ain't it?

TF Commission for Daze and DippenDot over on FA! http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19056266/

As she went for her usual morning run in the forest, she found herself on a small forest clearing she had not seen before. There was an old altar in its centre and once she approached it, something strange began to happen...

The late November day dawned clear and unseasonably warm, but that didn't last long. Clouds began to drift in by the time she'd finished breakfast, woolly, dark heaps of them hurried along by a biting wind. They jumbled together and sealed off the sky, pressing low to the ground and turning midday dark as evening. By the time the sun set the first flakes of snow began to drift down. It would have been a perfect night for curling up with a mug of cocoa and a book, but lycanthropy is never cal...