My character Galaxy out with my new character and his new friend Sakura. Yes, the name for her isn't original, but it is pretty. Galaxy is giving his charm, while Sakura is being modestly friendly. No, they are not mates. She ended up beating him off for trying to woo her.
Sakura is usually a Fennec fox. This was just me designing her, she isn't really a wolf.
Both characters are copyright to me.
Mods please move to Colored In. Wrong forum D:
Do NOT colour in. Go to the original to colour. I accidentally placed the picture in the wrong forum.
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A crisp breeze whistled across the mountain, tugging through the filly’s mane as she stood atop one of the lower peaks. She tossed her head as a shiver fingered its way down her spine, her clear azure eyes full of the childish mischief all young creatures seemed to boast.
Ink peered over the edge of the mountain, squinting as the cold morning sun broke free from the curtain of clouds it had previously been veiled with and hit her full in the face. When she saw the deep drop, she automatically shied away, hooves clacking on the slate ground. A snort issued from her flared nostrils as she turned away.
She trotted back down the barely discernible path, which wound ribbon-like around the mountain. Shale broke off underfoot and Ink slipped on the sliding rock, her tail whipping wildly as she tried to keep her balance and prevent herself from tumbling over onto the jagged teeth of the smaller mountains below. Ink squealed in surprise and fear, her natural instinct to flail wildly. With an effort, she fought against this pressing urge, subtly turning her hip to press it against the rough wall to her right and maneuvering herself into leaning fully against the mountainside.
She sighed in relief, her heart beating like a small bird trapped in her ribcage.
Now tentative, Ink hugged herself to the rugged rock wall as she made her way along the path.
However, once her hooves hit solid, reliable ground, Ink soon got over the incident, cantering with the composed fluidity that only a Wild Mountain Equid could pull off.
The familiar scents of the mountains assailed her delicate nose, and Ink paused to inhale deeply. She was met with the smell of the meagre flowers that battled to survive, and the earthy smell of the carpet of moss which lined the shallow mountain river.
Sparse grass tickled her fetlocks, making the filly giggle and flick her tail playfully. She whinnied, and was met with an answering
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