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The silence that guards the tomb does not reveal God's secret in the obscurity of the coffin, and the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body's elements do not tell the mysteries of the grave, by the agonized sighs of my heart announce to the living the drama which love, beauty, and death have performed.

Not a whole lot to say, just been feeling like this a lot.
However finally managed to draw Crypt Keeper! Rather than the lineart I did. I've been thinking about editing him up a little, but I kinda like him cause he's pretty easy to draw

I also recorded me drawing this on my HyperCam so it's on Youtube if you want to see it.

The quality sucks though.

No reference used
I think I over-raped the brush tool again

As the fall began to fall, the night grew chillier. The smell of dead leaves was intoxicating as a young stallion walked to a spot that every year he went to. He had never known why he went there the same day every year. What he found to be weird was that day was his birthday. Every year he would fight the cooling air and sit or lay in a pumpkin patch about three miles away from the BWS. Again in his rut, he walked almost silently had it not been his hooves hitting the rocks here and there embedded in the ground. There it was his pumpkin patch. Though it was dark the stallions yellow eyes were slitted and narrow. He had the night vision of a cat. Stepping skillfully around the pumpkins scattered about he went to the same spot and layed there. An overwhelming sense of depression wafted over him as he lowered his head onto the ground. He lost track of the time watching the small bats flutter around, he was at a type of peace. Though he was still depressed. Suddenly a whisper on the wind pricked his ears forward. He lifted his head more when he saw motion in front of him. He stood and lowered his head into a elegant position looking up with his eyes. A Figure stood before him, a black mare only slightly smaller than the stallion faced him, before she smiled. The stallion tiled his head to the side slightly and blinked. To say the least he was confused. He had never seen her before. She stepped forward and nuzzled him, just as she did a just of wind blew by them intertwining the ends of they're manes. He nuzzled back, he had no idea what made him do it, something just told him that it was right. She pulled away and nuzzled his muzzle slightly, and smiled again. "Crypt Keeper" She said quietly looking at him lovingly. His eyes widened a bit. "H-how did you know my name?" He asked her as she giggles solemnly and looked downward to the ground where a pumpkin lay. She quickly glanced back up and spoke softly "Crypt Keeper my darling, oh, how you've grown." She sounded pained but had a smile looking over Crypt Keeper. A single tear made it down her cheek and she looked at him, softly. He realized it then. "M-my Lady?" (Little know fact, Crypt Keeper calls his 'mothers' or 'dams' "My Lady" As in he would call Miss Tiffany that.) He took a stem forward and leaned his head under hers and nuzzled her neck, She and protectively put her head over his in a loving manner. He pulled back an looked over her quickly when it all rushed back to him. A quiet cool night, laying amongst pumpkins in a small patch. A deceased mare lay with an oddly colored colt standing by her corpse nugging her , pleading for her to get up. When she didn't move he'd try again and again. Even then he'd try again. He was bound and determined to wake up his dam. Eventually after countless hours the colt collapsed by his mothers side and nuzzled into her cold body in some attempt to get heat on the chilly night. She stepped back an turned away. "Crypt Keeper I came here to tell you something important. I died in foaling you, I didn't want you to think it was your fault." "What was my fault?" "Well you see I had gotten pregnant with the lead stallion in our old herd and was kicked out of it. That same night I foaled you. I was early. As a result I died, but it seems you are doing well." He frowned and stepped forward. "I don't care if you were kicked out, I just want you to come with me and stay. I've never seen you before and now I have to loose you again?!" He almost yelled. She hushed him and frowned. "I have not much time Crypt Keeper. I came here also to tell you. We will meet again. Though not in heaven. Walk with me in Hell." And with that she faded. Crypt Keeper looked to the ground on the verge of tears. He held them though. He knew she didn't want him to cry.

Description
The silence that guards the tomb does not reveal God's secret in the obscurity of the coffin, and the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body's elements do not tell the mysteries of the grave, by the agonized sighs of my heart announce to the living the drama which love, beauty, and death have performed.

Not a whole lot to say, just been feeling like this a lot.
However finally managed to draw Crypt Keeper! Rather than the lineart I did. I've been thinking about editing him up a little, but I kinda like him cause he's pretty easy to draw

I also recorded me drawing this on my HyperCam so it's on Youtube if you want to see it.

The quality sucks though.

No reference used
I think I over-raped the brush tool again

As the fall began to fall, the night grew chillier. The smell of dead leaves was intoxicating as a young stallion walked to a spot that every year he went to. He had never known why he went there the same day every year. What he found to be weird was that day was his birthday. Every year he would fight the cooling air and sit or lay in a pumpkin patch about three miles away from the BWS. Again in his rut, he walked almost silently had it not been his hooves hitting the rocks here and there embedded in the ground. There it was his pumpkin patch. Though it was dark the stallions yellow eyes were slitted and narrow. He had the night vision of a cat. Stepping skillfully around the pumpkins scattered about he went to the same spot and layed there. An overwhelming sense of depression wafted over him as he lowered his head onto the ground. He lost track of the time watching the small bats flutter around, he was at a type of peace. Though he was still depressed. Suddenly a whisper on the wind pricked his ears forward. He lifted his head more when he saw motion in front of him. He stood and lowered his head into a elegant position looking up with his eyes. A Figure stood before him, a black mare only slightly smaller than the stallion faced him, before she smiled. The stallion tiled his head to the side slightly and blinked. To say the least he was confused. He had never seen her before. She stepped forward and nuzzled him, just as she did a just of wind blew by them intertwining the ends of they're manes. He nuzzled back, he had no idea what made him do it, something just told him that it was right. She pulled away and nuzzled his muzzle slightly, and smiled again. "Crypt Keeper" She said quietly looking at him lovingly. His eyes widened a bit. "H-how did you know my name?" He asked her as she giggles solemnly and looked downward to the ground where a pumpkin lay. She quickly glanced back up and spoke softly "Crypt Keeper my darling, oh, how you've grown." She sounded pained but had a smile looking over Crypt Keeper. A single tear made it down her cheek and she looked at him, softly. He realized it then. "M-my Lady?" (Little know fact, Crypt Keeper calls his 'mothers' or 'dams' "My Lady" As in he would call Miss Tiffany that.) He took a stem forward and leaned his head under hers and nuzzled her neck, She and protectively put her head over his in a loving manner. He pulled back an looked over her quickly when it all rushed back to him. A quiet cool night, laying amongst pumpkins in a small patch. A deceased mare lay with an oddly colored colt standing by her corpse nugging her , pleading for her to get up. When she didn't move he'd try again and again. Even then he'd try again. He was bound and determined to wake up his dam. Eventually after countless hours the colt collapsed by his mothers side and nuzzled into her cold body in some attempt to get heat on the chilly night. She stepped back an turned away. "Crypt Keeper I came here to tell you something important. I died in foaling you, I didn't want you to think it was your fault." "What was my fault?" "Well you see I had gotten pregnant with the lead stallion in our old herd and was kicked out of it. That same night I foaled you. I was early. As a result I died, but it seems you are doing well." He frowned and stepped forward. "I don't care if you were kicked out, I just want you to come with me and stay. I've never seen you before and now I have to loose you again?!" He almost yelled. She hushed him and frowned. "I have not much time Crypt Keeper. I came here also to tell you. We will meet again. Though not in heaven. Walk with me in Hell." And with that she faded. Crypt Keeper looked to the ground on the verge of tears. He held them though. He knew she didn't want him to cry.