#hurondance

[rikosakari]

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Eh, I want to work more on random stuff than focus on a certain project I felt like I have been too agressive rushing myself on such projects just for my viewers. And that's not what I want to achieve, being agressive for fame and views no matter what it is just reminded me of a person I used to be "friend" with Hopefully this random animation will cheer someone up. Let the wholesome ferret clear all the worries away UwU I will just make random stuff from now on just to clear my head and I will focus on projects again when I feel better Wish me luck Inspired by Huron dance Song: Jack Stauber - Buttercup (Earthbound/Chiptune remix) #hurondance #ferretdance #ferret #animation #tvpaint #rikosakari #wholesomeanimals #wholsesomevibe #jackstauber #buttercupjackstauber https://www.instagram.com/p/B-CaZZ4JHuc/?igshid=r7bn6vqu4ds2

[savantefolle]

Vacances et Providence (2 semaines de bonheur dans un motel)

Nous nous sommes installés à Providence Bay, pour deux semaines dans un... motel magnifique!

C’est un défi de partir en vacance en respectant la planète, mais on a fait de notre mieux. Pas d’expédition au bout du monde avec trajet en avion, co-voiturage, et un transport en commun au retour. C’est aussi un défi de trouver des établissements qui ont renoncé au plastique, mais cette fois oui, on en a trouvé. Nous nous sommes installés à Providence Bay, pour deux semaines dans un… motel…

[oscaronthegloryroad]

Fantasy Story, Page one.

      Mara crept silently through the scrub between the massive old growth trees toward the wide part of the creek where she had seen sign of deer previously with her hounds Lasta and Mundo like shadows in her wake. As she got close she could hear the rushing of water over the stones in the creekbed, whispering quiet forest secrets to her. As she reached the edge of the treeline over the little glen that contained the broad, slow moving, section of the creek she slowly drew an arrow from the quiver on the back of her belt and knocked it. Her luck held, a nice buck with eight points was slurping water with his face toward her, best of all, he hadn’t noticed the cloaked huntress crouching in the scrub barely twenty yards away. The young half-elf grinned in spite of herself and slowly raised and drew her bow, hardly breathing and braced for the potential eventuality of inadvertently flagging the deer by moving the brush around her.

      The deer hadn’t noticed her as she reached full draw and took careful aim, her hounds tensed waiting to run down the wounded buck should the need arise.

      Her arrow flew straight and true, sinking deeply into the bucks chest, all the way to the white and brown fletching. He bounded forward once and stumbled into the middle of the creek, dead as a door-nail. She jogged down the incline with the disappointed dogs at her heels and dragged the buck out of the creek. By the time she was done field dressing the buck noon had come and gone with heavy gray clouds gathering and a cool wind sweeping through the trees. She sighed unhappily as she weighed the risks of heading home to Hurond across the river with the potential for rain before she got there, versus walking to Almas house on the outskirts of Airalda only a couple miles away. With a smile she threw the buck onto her shoulders and started in the direction of her lovers home.

      Mara came out of the woods at the back gate of Almas yard just as the rain started to fall and met Ollin smoking his pipe in the back garden. He winked at her as she kicked open the gate and froze as she saw him.

      “Hello, love.”, Ollin oozed as he smarmed away from the wall he was leaning against pulled the gate open again, “Couldn’t stay away from me, could you. And you even brought me some dinner!”. Mara shuddered and pushed past him, trying to keep her temper in check.

      “Go fall in the river.”, She walked as quickly as she could across the yard to the doorway into the kitchen, Lasta and Mundo grumbled at Ollin as they trotted past him.

      “You’ll come around!”, Ollin chuckled as he ducked out of the back gate and Mara ducked into Almas kitchen where Egan and Roderick were drinking tea and chatting about Rodericks latest adventure.

      “Aha! Mara!”, Egan smiled as the hounds burst in and mundo leaped into his lap, “I thought I heard Ollin bothering someone.”, Roderick chuckled and moved a bundle off of the table as Mara dropped the buck onto it.

      “Your brother is a prick.”, Mara grumbled and glanced around, “Is you good sibling around?”, she blushed a little and Egan smiled.

      “She’s in the front room fitting a dress for someone,”, Egan looked to his burly friend, “Rod and I can take care of the buck while you visit her. In exchange for a little venison to eat.”.

      “Take as much as you want!”, Mara grinned and bounced through the doorway to the front hall and onward to the front room where her slender, jet haired love was pinning the hem of a chubby noblewoman's new dress while the customers mother sat on a bench in the corner telling Alma how to do her job, probably incorrectly. But Mara had no clue how to sew, let alone tailor a dress.

      “Ah! Lady Hurond!”, the plump older woman beamed nastily at her, “Finally getting close fitting of your station?”. Mara bristled in her heavy clothes in shades of greens and browns.

      “My station is to breed the finest hunting dogs for his highness the prince warden, and to hunt.”, Mara gritted her teeth, “Some of us provide more to society than just looking important and eating.”.

      “Well. I never!”, The plump woman stood, raising her fan as if to hit Mara, who grinned and slid a dirk from the back of her belt, letting the blade glint in the candle light, “I will speak with his grace about this!”, she shrieked and turned to her daughter who rolled her eyes.

      “Honestly mother,”, she droned, “if you cannot take the verbal riposte of your targets then perhaps you should retract your barbs.”.