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I've been working on this for a few days, it's a scene and possible cover, for my fan fic "Saving Silverweed" [link]
The fanfic is based on the TV series of Watership Down. Pictured here are the Black Rabbit of Inlé, El-ahrairah, Silverweed. I do realize the starlight in El-ahrairah's ears is a bit bright, but was having way too much fun with tools in photoshop and kind of like the exagerated effect.

Here is an extract from my fanfic to go with it.
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It was dark. Silverweed could sence the burrow walls on either side of him. There was no scent. They were descending. Lower. Lower. Deeper into the run. Eventually they came out into a wide burrow. It was dimly lit. The ominous long shadows of other rabbits moved before him. Silverweed shuddered. This was Inlé.

The Black Rabbit stood before them. His red eyes glowing eerily in the dimness, causing a spooky illumination around him.

"Welcome Silverweed," his deep voice echoed. "To Inlé." Then turning to El-ahrairah he asked sternly. "El-ahrairah, Why have you brought him here? He has not breathed his last breath."

El-ahrairah seemed unafraid. He casually combed a paw over one ear and over his nose, grooming himself before he answered.

"I've come with a petition O' Black Rabbit of Inlé. A request for a trail of life."

The Black Rabbit appeared to rise menacingly above Silverweed and El-ahrairah causing Silverweed to cower down in fear. El-ahrairah remained unperturbed.

"There is no petition," the ghostly voice of the Black Rabbit resonated in a frightening, raspy voice. "There is NO bargain."

"Then why did you bargain with Campion? Oh great and powerful one," El-ahrairah asked bowing low. It was almost as if the last bit had been added as an after thought.

"You're questioning me?" the Black Rabbit growled low, a sneer crossing his lips.

"Oh no, my eminent one," El-ahrairah replied, almost with an air of sarcasm. "I wouldn't dare do that." El-ahrairah hopped forward a couple of steps so that he was between Silverweed and the Black Rabbit. "But there was a bargain, Woundwort's final end in return that an innocent one should accept your embrace. Your words, are clear, O' Lord of Inlé."

The Black Rabbit was silent. The lack of sound seemed to scream for an answer. Silverweed silently wished that someone would say something. Then after what seemed like an eternity, the Black Rabbit spoke.

"Very well El-ahrairah, I will hear your petition, but remember, we have had this discussion before... and you have already heard my answer on that account."

"Yes Inlé-rah," El-ahrairah answered and then added in a hushed tone. "On that account." Silverweed noted how cunning and sure of himself El-ahrairah sounded. He knew that his own voice, had he had the nerve to speak, would have come out thin and weak. Silverweed had never heard the tale of El-ahrairah and the Black Rabbit of Inlé. He was unsure of the outcome. He was nervous, but not terrified. This felt familiar to him. The Black Rabbit felt like an old friend from the past. Someone he knew well through his poetry and darker visions.

El-ahrairah stepped forward and spoke with confidence. "Here are your words, My Lord, and I quote.."

El-ahrairah's voice took on a dark tone as he quoted the prophesy that the Black Rabbit had spoken to Campion.

"You will live, and your friends will live,
but one among you must call me from the Shadow Land,
so I may claim what is mine,
and that one must surrender to my dark embrace."

Then El-ahrairah turned to Silverweed who was still cowering low on the floor.

"Do you surrender to him?" El-ahrairah asked Silverweed simply.

"Yes..." Silverweed rasped, lowering his eyes to the floor. "I always have."

"Then, Black Rabbit," El-ahrairah said with a triumphant bow in the direction of the Dark Lord. "He has fulfilled the requirements, even while he yet breaths."

"What trickery is this?" the Black Rabbit growled threateningly. "I will not be fooled by you El-ahrairah, Prince of a Thousand Enemies. All the living know what my embrace means. Your play on words cannot surpass my prophesy!" The Black Rabbit seemed to be growing large and larger. Silverweed couldn't help but tremble as he watched the Dark Lord rise intimidatingly over El-ahrairah, his eyes glowing brighter in apparent rage, illuminating the burrow in a frightening red glow that made Silverweed's soul shudder.

"Your words are your words, oh Great One," El-ahrairah replied without flinching. "And I only do the will of my Lord Frith, and follow his instructions."

"Are you trying to say Lord Frith himself sent you here?" the Black Rabbit questioned.

"Lord Frith's instructions were..." El-ahrairah said, scratching nonchalantly at one ear. "To be cunning. To be full of tricks, and I have followed those instructions precisely from that day forth. Even beyond my own death. Surely, even the Great Black Rabbit would not expect any less of me than to find a loop hole in your Lordship's prophesy." The starlight in El-ahrairah's ears seem to glow even brighter as he peered up at the Black rabbit with a mischievous, truimphant air. El-ahrairah moved back until he was side by side with Silverweed and sat on his haunches as if there was nothing more to left say. "I rest my case," he said with low bow of his head.

Description
I've been working on this for a few days, it's a scene and possible cover, for my fan fic "Saving Silverweed" [link]
The fanfic is based on the TV series of Watership Down. Pictured here are the Black Rabbit of Inlé, El-ahrairah, Silverweed. I do realize the starlight in El-ahrairah's ears is a bit bright, but was having way too much fun with tools in photoshop and kind of like the exagerated effect.

Here is an extract from my fanfic to go with it.
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It was dark. Silverweed could sence the burrow walls on either side of him. There was no scent. They were descending. Lower. Lower. Deeper into the run. Eventually they came out into a wide burrow. It was dimly lit. The ominous long shadows of other rabbits moved before him. Silverweed shuddered. This was Inlé.

The Black Rabbit stood before them. His red eyes glowing eerily in the dimness, causing a spooky illumination around him.

"Welcome Silverweed," his deep voice echoed. "To Inlé." Then turning to El-ahrairah he asked sternly. "El-ahrairah, Why have you brought him here? He has not breathed his last breath."

El-ahrairah seemed unafraid. He casually combed a paw over one ear and over his nose, grooming himself before he answered.

"I've come with a petition O' Black Rabbit of Inlé. A request for a trail of life."

The Black Rabbit appeared to rise menacingly above Silverweed and El-ahrairah causing Silverweed to cower down in fear. El-ahrairah remained unperturbed.

"There is no petition," the ghostly voice of the Black Rabbit resonated in a frightening, raspy voice. "There is NO bargain."

"Then why did you bargain with Campion? Oh great and powerful one," El-ahrairah asked bowing low. It was almost as if the last bit had been added as an after thought.

"You're questioning me?" the Black Rabbit growled low, a sneer crossing his lips.

"Oh no, my eminent one," El-ahrairah replied, almost with an air of sarcasm. "I wouldn't dare do that." El-ahrairah hopped forward a couple of steps so that he was between Silverweed and the Black Rabbit. "But there was a bargain, Woundwort's final end in return that an innocent one should accept your embrace. Your words, are clear, O' Lord of Inlé."

The Black Rabbit was silent. The lack of sound seemed to scream for an answer. Silverweed silently wished that someone would say something. Then after what seemed like an eternity, the Black Rabbit spoke.

"Very well El-ahrairah, I will hear your petition, but remember, we have had this discussion before... and you have already heard my answer on that account."

"Yes Inlé-rah," El-ahrairah answered and then added in a hushed tone. "On that account." Silverweed noted how cunning and sure of himself El-ahrairah sounded. He knew that his own voice, had he had the nerve to speak, would have come out thin and weak. Silverweed had never heard the tale of El-ahrairah and the Black Rabbit of Inlé. He was unsure of the outcome. He was nervous, but not terrified. This felt familiar to him. The Black Rabbit felt like an old friend from the past. Someone he knew well through his poetry and darker visions.

El-ahrairah stepped forward and spoke with confidence. "Here are your words, My Lord, and I quote.."

El-ahrairah's voice took on a dark tone as he quoted the prophesy that the Black Rabbit had spoken to Campion.

"You will live, and your friends will live,
but one among you must call me from the Shadow Land,
so I may claim what is mine,
and that one must surrender to my dark embrace."

Then El-ahrairah turned to Silverweed who was still cowering low on the floor.

"Do you surrender to him?" El-ahrairah asked Silverweed simply.

"Yes..." Silverweed rasped, lowering his eyes to the floor. "I always have."

"Then, Black Rabbit," El-ahrairah said with a triumphant bow in the direction of the Dark Lord. "He has fulfilled the requirements, even while he yet breaths."

"What trickery is this?" the Black Rabbit growled threateningly. "I will not be fooled by you El-ahrairah, Prince of a Thousand Enemies. All the living know what my embrace means. Your play on words cannot surpass my prophesy!" The Black Rabbit seemed to be growing large and larger. Silverweed couldn't help but tremble as he watched the Dark Lord rise intimidatingly over El-ahrairah, his eyes glowing brighter in apparent rage, illuminating the burrow in a frightening red glow that made Silverweed's soul shudder.

"Your words are your words, oh Great One," El-ahrairah replied without flinching. "And I only do the will of my Lord Frith, and follow his instructions."

"Are you trying to say Lord Frith himself sent you here?" the Black Rabbit questioned.

"Lord Frith's instructions were..." El-ahrairah said, scratching nonchalantly at one ear. "To be cunning. To be full of tricks, and I have followed those instructions precisely from that day forth. Even beyond my own death. Surely, even the Great Black Rabbit would not expect any less of me than to find a loop hole in your Lordship's prophesy." The starlight in El-ahrairah's ears seem to glow even brighter as he peered up at the Black rabbit with a mischievous, truimphant air. El-ahrairah moved back until he was side by side with Silverweed and sat on his haunches as if there was nothing more to left say. "I rest my case," he said with low bow of his head.