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War. War never changes. From the very dawn of mankind, when our ancestors took stones and sticks in their hands, blood flowed like a river in the name of anything - from God and justice to the banal rage of a psychopath.

It would seem that no one could have imagined that everything would change overnight, collapse like a house of cards from a light breeze. It just changed. It was not like banal films about wars and the apocalypse - no, everything happened so quickly that many did not even have time to understand what happened. The world blazed like a match and burned down, leaving behind only ash and a scorched desert.

Human stupidity, or no longer stupidity, no one knows what really happened. Cities were instantly transformed into scraps of buildings scorched by chaos, suddenly cutting off the lives of millions, and the subsequent destruction finished off the already devastated world, burying both people and animals under their ruins.

How can things change overnight, huh?

But what is evolution? This is an adaptation to an unknown, new, destroyed world. And humanity? People survived after plague epidemics, and after the field of volcanic eruptions, and after wars. And now not a single variable has changed in this thirst for life. Humanity survived, but without the usual order they succumbed to the only immortal principle - the strongest survives. Communities, camps and settlements - they united and dispersed, fought to the death for essential products or fought just like that. Lived or survived – how humanity can change without the usual order.

They fell back to what was originally laid down in them by nature, discarding everything that was once called the world.

And after the people, animals rose from the ashes. Mankind in vain believed that they are the pinnacle of evolution. No, far from it. Even before the disaster, domestic dogs could handle technology, what can we say about the rest. But without people ... Who are they? For or against those who were the master of the planet. The world changed, and so did those who inhabited it.

However, everything is not as simple as it seems.

... A warm wind weakly blew through the devastated streets of a small suburb. The city itself, whose name has long been lost in time and has not survived even on signs, was located a couple of kilometers to the north. Shrouded in black-and-white fog, he brought animal horror to those who tried to approach him. Even the sign on the roof of a nearby store said that in front of a real Hell. The city is not what it appears from the horizon. The disaster did its job.

A small buggy was speeding down the ruined road toward a small hillock, raising columns of dust behind it. It was not clear who was driving the car, but it was clear that he was running away from a sudden, escalating firefight from the ruins of the cinema.

Chaotically driving through the ravines and pits, the driver dodged the shots, trying to get away from the unfortunate place as quickly as possible. And although the car was protected, a stray hit to the engine could put an end to these races with death.

A few accidental hits on the hull, coming from somewhere around the corner, and the driver pressed the gas pedal to the floor, driving directly through the debris, leaving behind a destroyed suburb.

Having passed about half a kilometer, the car easily climbed up a tight road and a broken bridge and stopped at a strange stone, from which protruded a large knife that looked like a sword.

Turning off the engine, a small green-eyed dog in a dark green overcoat and a pink neckerchief jumped out of the car.

Without a moment's hesitation, she first rushed for a rusty canister of water lying next to the driver's seat: one of the hits pierced the radiator, which was whistling steam.

Lose transport – meaning lose yourself. This little dog, like no one else, knew what this meant, and where it would lead.

Mumbling to herself, she hastily repaired a gap in the punctured pipe and poured the rest of the water into the radiator, which flooded everything around with steam, hiding both the car and the driver. After that, the dog threw the canister near him, took out a bottle of water and literally emptied half of it in one gulp.

Ignoring the shots heard in the distance, the dog sat down next to the abandoned canister, leaning his back on the wheel of his transport, and with indifferent interest stared at the unusual knife sticking out of the stone with a red ribbon tied to it, with which a note was also nailed.

Not wanting to move and find out what it was, she slowly closed her eyes and thought.

This dog, contrary to all the laws of logic, was the best local submariner and hunter in the local wastelands, and even had a definite reputation for itself, in which there were also dark pages. To lead through cordons or a dead city, to rip off someone's head or find a fragment of the old world - there is fuel, water or food - any whim. No one wondered why the dog, sometimes they did not even think - they immediately rushed to live meat. But what about dogs? Even such a small one, who fell asleep in a warm bed, and woke up in ruins, immediately realized that her claws and small teeth were nothing against weapons. She had to learn new things for herself, but it paid off.

She jerked her head and tried to remember what to do. This is a dream or not a dream, yesterday she was simply "called", where and why - it is unclear. Just be in one place at one time. There were no notes, no intermediaries, or even smells — a voice in her head telling her to be here. And that she - resources are not superfluous, and work will not hurt.

- What the hell is this? - she sharply opened her eyes and stared at this knife, at the same time, looking closely at the note.

No one can drive a blade into the rock, but it seems that there is not just a knife here, but the one who left it was extremely strong, well, or persistent, because the blade was driven in with such force that the stone cracked. And the note did not carry any information at all - some incomprehensible symbols on the yellowed paper - no more.

- I'm glad you came, Mitzi, - a voice rang out from behind her, which made her flinch slightly, but did not move. - My message has reached you.
- You didn't think to hang a bell around your neck, did you? - she muttered without turning her head, - you know, I could shoot.
- Your gun is empty and lies in the glove compartment, you would not have had three seconds to grab the knife.

The dog turned sharply serious and jumped up. Turning her head quickly, she tried to look around for a voice, but there was no one around. But she wasn't alone on this hill, that was for sure. But this someone didn't want to harm her, at least not yet.

- Uh, I give up, done. Well, show yourself then, evil spirits. What do you want? - She asked into the void, returning to her sitting position again.
- All in good time. I want to hire a guide, - finished the stranger, without delaying the point.
- And that's all, just a guide? - smiled Mitzi, - Here it is full of them. Where you got me, there are already five guides.
- You're the one who's needed, but ... - the voice hesitated, cooled abruptly and continued. - But no questions asked. I need you and your skills. What I propose is difficult, and no one else can do it except you. If you do it, I guarantee you a decent life or what you dream of before every sleep.
- Wait, what did you just say?

It dawned on the dog that she was being watched, and for a very long time. And even if she did not see anyone behind her back and did not believe anyone, this stranger had already known about her for a long time. But dreams? She didn't know how they got into her head. She did not know that such a thing was possible, and even local legends were silent. But the fact remains, and even her reputation and harsh disposition did not help her.

And now just like that, right off the bat. A tempting offer from a stranger who didn't even show up. A one-way deal with the devil, who knows more about her than she does.

Mitzi thought for a minute about what would happen if she refused, but nothing came to mind except the speedy finale of her life.

“Good day started,” - she sarcastically grimaced as she listened to the “proposal”.

- So what kind of job? - She asked after a couple of minutes of reflection, still reluctantly looking around in front of her.
- So you agree?
- I do not believe you, evil spirits. But you have already crawled into my head, and this is a serious reason. And I also know for a fact that you can lead me to anything. If only because I'm still alive, and not lying under the wheels of my own car. You're here, right in front of me, but I can't see you, but if you wanted to, I'd be dead by now.
- So you agree? - asked the voice, ignoring the little dog's tirade.
- Go ahead already, - she waved her paw, agreeing to such conditions. - I'm tired of this hole already...

Who knows where the deal might take you. Deal with the devil.

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Well ... a new month and autumn outside the window.

You know, I'm still ashamed that I allow downtime in my work. Sometimes time just disappears into emptiness, and there is nothing I can do about it, at least not yet. I don’t know, but I think it’s harmful. But I am grateful to everyone who is waiting for me and who likes my arts/story. No, really, it means a lot to me. It keeps me from stopping and gives me incentives to try new things and do new things. Thanks you.

You have no idea how much can happen in such a time. In fact, a lot. I spent this time perfecting my skills. You know, a few weeks ago I wrote a 60-page story, World Shattered. It's not about the Dalmatians, but who you saw. This is about "me", or rather about Anomalies. Whether it will become part of something larger or not - I don’t know, at least not yet, I don’t know for sure. As long as it’s part of something new, something old, which one day will become something more.

It was just practice, but I wanted to try new skills before writing anything about 101DS. Perhaps something will change and I will try to create art based on this story. But this is still in the plans, in fact, I would like to finish something romantic, small, but with new skills. And with those characters whom I love with all my soul.

As for this ... You know, this art is not just art. The idea is mine and the story is mine, but the character is not mine. In fact, everything is much more complicated, but this art is not a gift, but a promise that I made to my friend a long time ago. I gave it once and I fulfilled it. I am ashamed that I wasted my time, but my conscience finished me off, and I returned.

Do not make promises that you cannot keep - this is the most important thing in this life.

... Formally, this is OС 101DS, but the world has changed. I don't know if it's worth tagging, so let it be. The character's name is Mitzi and she belongs to my friend (twitter.com/MitziPhilips ) who taught me some things. For this I am very grateful to him.

Yes, warning: from now on I have to defend my art. There are people who stupidly take my work and paint their characters over mine. And sometimes I see how my harmless art turns into obscene porn. I understand that some of the characters do not belong to me. I cannot add characters to myself without the permission of the real authors. Therefore, I do not pretend to be characters, I just draw.
But this is not a reason to take someone else's art and just draw your own on it, without even erasing the author's watermarks. But porn on harmless arts ... This is a serious excuse to join the fight.

It has begun, and I have not disappeared anywhere. The demon hunt has already begun.

Description

War. War never changes. From the very dawn of mankind, when our ancestors took stones and sticks in their hands, blood flowed like a river in the name of anything - from God and justice to the banal rage of a psychopath.

It would seem that no one could have imagined that everything would change overnight, collapse like a house of cards from a light breeze. It just changed. It was not like banal films about wars and the apocalypse - no, everything happened so quickly that many did not even have time to understand what happened. The world blazed like a match and burned down, leaving behind only ash and a scorched desert.

Human stupidity, or no longer stupidity, no one knows what really happened. Cities were instantly transformed into scraps of buildings scorched by chaos, suddenly cutting off the lives of millions, and the subsequent destruction finished off the already devastated world, burying both people and animals under their ruins.

How can things change overnight, huh?

But what is evolution? This is an adaptation to an unknown, new, destroyed world. And humanity? People survived after plague epidemics, and after the field of volcanic eruptions, and after wars. And now not a single variable has changed in this thirst for life. Humanity survived, but without the usual order they succumbed to the only immortal principle - the strongest survives. Communities, camps and settlements - they united and dispersed, fought to the death for essential products or fought just like that. Lived or survived – how humanity can change without the usual order.

They fell back to what was originally laid down in them by nature, discarding everything that was once called the world.

And after the people, animals rose from the ashes. Mankind in vain believed that they are the pinnacle of evolution. No, far from it. Even before the disaster, domestic dogs could handle technology, what can we say about the rest. But without people ... Who are they? For or against those who were the master of the planet. The world changed, and so did those who inhabited it.

However, everything is not as simple as it seems.

... A warm wind weakly blew through the devastated streets of a small suburb. The city itself, whose name has long been lost in time and has not survived even on signs, was located a couple of kilometers to the north. Shrouded in black-and-white fog, he brought animal horror to those who tried to approach him. Even the sign on the roof of a nearby store said that in front of a real Hell. The city is not what it appears from the horizon. The disaster did its job.

A small buggy was speeding down the ruined road toward a small hillock, raising columns of dust behind it. It was not clear who was driving the car, but it was clear that he was running away from a sudden, escalating firefight from the ruins of the cinema.

Chaotically driving through the ravines and pits, the driver dodged the shots, trying to get away from the unfortunate place as quickly as possible. And although the car was protected, a stray hit to the engine could put an end to these races with death.

A few accidental hits on the hull, coming from somewhere around the corner, and the driver pressed the gas pedal to the floor, driving directly through the debris, leaving behind a destroyed suburb.

Having passed about half a kilometer, the car easily climbed up a tight road and a broken bridge and stopped at a strange stone, from which protruded a large knife that looked like a sword.

Turning off the engine, a small green-eyed dog in a dark green overcoat and a pink neckerchief jumped out of the car.

Without a moment's hesitation, she first rushed for a rusty canister of water lying next to the driver's seat: one of the hits pierced the radiator, which was whistling steam.

Lose transport – meaning lose yourself. This little dog, like no one else, knew what this meant, and where it would lead.

Mumbling to herself, she hastily repaired a gap in the punctured pipe and poured the rest of the water into the radiator, which flooded everything around with steam, hiding both the car and the driver. After that, the dog threw the canister near him, took out a bottle of water and literally emptied half of it in one gulp.

Ignoring the shots heard in the distance, the dog sat down next to the abandoned canister, leaning his back on the wheel of his transport, and with indifferent interest stared at the unusual knife sticking out of the stone with a red ribbon tied to it, with which a note was also nailed.

Not wanting to move and find out what it was, she slowly closed her eyes and thought.

This dog, contrary to all the laws of logic, was the best local submariner and hunter in the local wastelands, and even had a definite reputation for itself, in which there were also dark pages. To lead through cordons or a dead city, to rip off someone's head or find a fragment of the old world - there is fuel, water or food - any whim. No one wondered why the dog, sometimes they did not even think - they immediately rushed to live meat. But what about dogs? Even such a small one, who fell asleep in a warm bed, and woke up in ruins, immediately realized that her claws and small teeth were nothing against weapons. She had to learn new things for herself, but it paid off.

She jerked her head and tried to remember what to do. This is a dream or not a dream, yesterday she was simply "called", where and why - it is unclear. Just be in one place at one time. There were no notes, no intermediaries, or even smells — a voice in her head telling her to be here. And that she - resources are not superfluous, and work will not hurt.

- What the hell is this? - she sharply opened her eyes and stared at this knife, at the same time, looking closely at the note.

No one can drive a blade into the rock, but it seems that there is not just a knife here, but the one who left it was extremely strong, well, or persistent, because the blade was driven in with such force that the stone cracked. And the note did not carry any information at all - some incomprehensible symbols on the yellowed paper - no more.

- I'm glad you came, Mitzi, - a voice rang out from behind her, which made her flinch slightly, but did not move. - My message has reached you.
- You didn't think to hang a bell around your neck, did you? - she muttered without turning her head, - you know, I could shoot.
- Your gun is empty and lies in the glove compartment, you would not have had three seconds to grab the knife.

The dog turned sharply serious and jumped up. Turning her head quickly, she tried to look around for a voice, but there was no one around. But she wasn't alone on this hill, that was for sure. But this someone didn't want to harm her, at least not yet.

- Uh, I give up, done. Well, show yourself then, evil spirits. What do you want? - She asked into the void, returning to her sitting position again.
- All in good time. I want to hire a guide, - finished the stranger, without delaying the point.
- And that's all, just a guide? - smiled Mitzi, - Here it is full of them. Where you got me, there are already five guides.
- You're the one who's needed, but ... - the voice hesitated, cooled abruptly and continued. - But no questions asked. I need you and your skills. What I propose is difficult, and no one else can do it except you. If you do it, I guarantee you a decent life or what you dream of before every sleep.
- Wait, what did you just say?

It dawned on the dog that she was being watched, and for a very long time. And even if she did not see anyone behind her back and did not believe anyone, this stranger had already known about her for a long time. But dreams? She didn't know how they got into her head. She did not know that such a thing was possible, and even local legends were silent. But the fact remains, and even her reputation and harsh disposition did not help her.

And now just like that, right off the bat. A tempting offer from a stranger who didn't even show up. A one-way deal with the devil, who knows more about her than she does.

Mitzi thought for a minute about what would happen if she refused, but nothing came to mind except the speedy finale of her life.

“Good day started,” - she sarcastically grimaced as she listened to the “proposal”.

- So what kind of job? - She asked after a couple of minutes of reflection, still reluctantly looking around in front of her.
- So you agree?
- I do not believe you, evil spirits. But you have already crawled into my head, and this is a serious reason. And I also know for a fact that you can lead me to anything. If only because I'm still alive, and not lying under the wheels of my own car. You're here, right in front of me, but I can't see you, but if you wanted to, I'd be dead by now.
- So you agree? - asked the voice, ignoring the little dog's tirade.
- Go ahead already, - she waved her paw, agreeing to such conditions. - I'm tired of this hole already...

Who knows where the deal might take you. Deal with the devil.

----------------------------------------------------------------

Well ... a new month and autumn outside the window.

You know, I'm still ashamed that I allow downtime in my work. Sometimes time just disappears into emptiness, and there is nothing I can do about it, at least not yet. I don’t know, but I think it’s harmful. But I am grateful to everyone who is waiting for me and who likes my arts/story. No, really, it means a lot to me. It keeps me from stopping and gives me incentives to try new things and do new things. Thanks you.

You have no idea how much can happen in such a time. In fact, a lot. I spent this time perfecting my skills. You know, a few weeks ago I wrote a 60-page story, World Shattered. It's not about the Dalmatians, but who you saw. This is about "me", or rather about Anomalies. Whether it will become part of something larger or not - I don’t know, at least not yet, I don’t know for sure. As long as it’s part of something new, something old, which one day will become something more.

It was just practice, but I wanted to try new skills before writing anything about 101DS. Perhaps something will change and I will try to create art based on this story. But this is still in the plans, in fact, I would like to finish something romantic, small, but with new skills. And with those characters whom I love with all my soul.

As for this ... You know, this art is not just art. The idea is mine and the story is mine, but the character is not mine. In fact, everything is much more complicated, but this art is not a gift, but a promise that I made to my friend a long time ago. I gave it once and I fulfilled it. I am ashamed that I wasted my time, but my conscience finished me off, and I returned.

Do not make promises that you cannot keep - this is the most important thing in this life.

... Formally, this is OС 101DS, but the world has changed. I don't know if it's worth tagging, so let it be. The character's name is Mitzi and she belongs to my friend (twitter.com/MitziPhilips ) who taught me some things. For this I am very grateful to him.

Yes, warning: from now on I have to defend my art. There are people who stupidly take my work and paint their characters over mine. And sometimes I see how my harmless art turns into obscene porn. I understand that some of the characters do not belong to me. I cannot add characters to myself without the permission of the real authors. Therefore, I do not pretend to be characters, I just draw.
But this is not a reason to take someone else's art and just draw your own on it, without even erasing the author's watermarks. But porn on harmless arts ... This is a serious excuse to join the fight.

It has begun, and I have not disappeared anywhere. The demon hunt has already begun.