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| Artist | crumpled wings [gallery] |
| Time spent | 9 hours, 6 minutes |
| Drawing sessions | 5 |
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It was a gorgeous day, fresh snowfall had turned the world into a crystal-crusted wonderland and the air was crisp and fresh. The tolter's nostrils quivered with a silent neigh, excitement pulsing through the herd as they took in the landscape. Suddenly they took off, legs pushing against the ground, snow flying up with the thunder of their hooves. The air sparkled with displaced snow and the herd continued to play, bucking and rearing, nipping at each other's shaggy coats. Eventually the herd settled down one by one, and headed off into the forest to rest. However, one stayed behind, admiring the (granted less pristine) view. The wind suddenly picked up, ruffling the coat of this tolter and alerting it to a dangerous change in the atmosphere. The tolter quickly turned to follow the herd but they were long out of sight, and the first flakes of snow began to fall. In a startlingly quick moment, the wind began howling and snow flew all around, encasing the tolter in a potentially deadly situation, a snowstorm with no sense of direction or any others to help stay warm with. What is the tolter to do to survive mother nature?









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