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Event: veternaetr 2019 (pumpkin slayer race)

Horse: 10089 Glamr , 10206 Lillehammer and 10364 Nidhogg

Had this done a couple of days ago, but never got around to submit. Might as well try get use of it while I still can!

Lille tore off someone's horn. Or maybe she found it on a dead body. Who knows what you're up to when your soul is trapped inside a crystal instead of your actual body >.>

Lille the cadaver dog

story and art to go with this:
.:: I am Here ::.A slight breeze rustled through the remaining leaves that stubbornly stayed attached to their naked branches. The forest was preparing for the harsh winter, and whilst everything might look dead or dying, it was far from the truth. Gently, and without a sound the stallion took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, feeling the cold, crystal clear air flow through his system and soul. The wind grabbed ahold of his blonde, silky tail, pulling it in a caressing but playful way, almost like a child tugging on their father’s hand to come with them to see something interesting. So innocent and so curious. That was the soul of the forest that was now curling up within itself, ready to hibernate untill warm rays of sun would peek through the skies yet again.
‘’In a few months… you will bring new life and blossom yet again my friend’’ His words were mere whisper, and whilst no one could hear him, anyone nearby could sense his mild presense and tender words on a

(c) Cyprussian 2019 - no reuse, repost or in any way use my art

Description

Event: veternaetr 2019 (pumpkin slayer race)

Horse: 10089 Glamr , 10206 Lillehammer and 10364 Nidhogg

Had this done a couple of days ago, but never got around to submit. Might as well try get use of it while I still can!

Lille tore off someone's horn. Or maybe she found it on a dead body. Who knows what you're up to when your soul is trapped inside a crystal instead of your actual body >.>

Lille the cadaver dog

story and art to go with this:
.:: I am Here ::.A slight breeze rustled through the remaining leaves that stubbornly stayed attached to their naked branches. The forest was preparing for the harsh winter, and whilst everything might look dead or dying, it was far from the truth. Gently, and without a sound the stallion took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, feeling the cold, crystal clear air flow through his system and soul. The wind grabbed ahold of his blonde, silky tail, pulling it in a caressing but playful way, almost like a child tugging on their father’s hand to come with them to see something interesting. So innocent and so curious. That was the soul of the forest that was now curling up within itself, ready to hibernate untill warm rays of sun would peek through the skies yet again.
‘’In a few months… you will bring new life and blossom yet again my friend’’ His words were mere whisper, and whilst no one could hear him, anyone nearby could sense his mild presense and tender words on a

(c) Cyprussian 2019 - no reuse, repost or in any way use my art