Description
Filippo
Born in a forest, Filippo couldn't stand that hot weather anymore, he felt like he would melt, despite the forming heavy clouds that seemed to threat with a storm later that day, and turn into a white and orange puddle at anytime. Altough he wouldn't quite admit it out loud, even to himself only, he was lost. It was the stallion's first time roaming aimlessly through the islands, he had been walking for so long Pippo couldn't even point exactly how he ended up in a desert.
As he turned his head, very much like an owl, trying to find anything that pointed any direction out of that hell -literally-, he captured a different smell. Actually, that scent was foreign for both the place and the chestnut himself. A mare? Here? What in the world would a mare do in a desert like Sabulo Dunes? How do horses even live here was something that Pippo had been asking himself since he put his hooves on the hot sand.
AFHSDIGDIGUHS GOD I was so excited to finish this and give a shot for this pretty lady
Hope Pippo gets to at least try to claim her!
Artwork and Filippo (C) DrummerDog
Random dune pics for bg reference
Paint Tool SAI, PSC6, Wacom Bamboo Pen