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NOTE: I DID NOT MAKE THIS ART!!!
It was made by Tatchit.
You can find it here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13402203/
The character belongs to me.
Art by
Tatchit.
The cheetah waited there in the trees for a good long while. Hunting required patience. One wrong move could mean the difference between food for the next few days or going hungry once more. He sighed and pulled out a small snack from a pouch to quiet his impatient stomach.
It wasn't much but it was all he had left. Amongst the small scattering of dried tea leaves he'd gathered, there was a small piece of biltong left and a few berries, both dried and fresh. The biltong was for sustenance. He was a cheetah, a carnivore. He needed the mean. He couldn't just feast of the leafy greens as the prey folk do. Well, he could, but it was often more trouble than it was worth for the cheetah. The berries were a good compromise, though. They provided precious water and energy in their small forms, and he was easily able to pop them into his muzzle. He rolled the last of the few berries between a padded thumb and forefinger, poking its flesh a bit with a claw. He tossed it into his mouth and finished his snack. His stomach still complained about the lack of food, but it'd just have to be patient like he was.
He adjusted his position in the tree. He knew his prey would come by here soon, whatever his prey ended up being. The scent of many a passing animal had been through here. Enough that he was sure his cheetah scent wouldn't be too out of the ordinary, and varied enough that he was sure prey animals would be going through here. It was near at the edge of the woods. A stray herd animal would be likely to pass by looking for easy water or shade. But perhaps he was was wrong. Perhaps the wind betrayed him. Or perhaps the hunger made him not think clearly.
The other cheetahs would mock him for sure, but they always had. His affinity for the woods, the trees, the dried drinking leaves, his rifle, and trading with those foreign folk always seemed to be at odds with his tribe mates. Of course, they never cared too much that he'd always prefer heading out on his own. That's what the women do, they say, wandering out on their own or picking berries.
And yet, they would never complain when he brought back food, which he did more often than they would. The cheetah needs to adapt, he tells them. We've always been better hunters than the lion prides or leopard tribes, but they've always been stronger. If they wanted our food, they'd take it. But his cheetah brethren would say that's the natural order of things, unlike hiding in trees and using that rifle of his. We've always survived, and we still will. He would roll his eyes. They were stuck in their old ways. He was more fascinated with the world and what was in it. He refused to believe that the same old same old was all there was to life.
But perhaps they were right. And they would convince him of that soon enough, when they hunt down some food and he returns with nothing but his tea leaves yet again. They were becoming the better hunters now. Not him. The thought almost made the cheetah give up.
And then he heard a noise. It wasn't his stomach this time. He didn't know how much time was lost in thought, but the sound from below made him snap out of it. He urged himself slightly forward to see what appeared. A small smile appeared on his muzzle. An antelope had wandered beneath his perch.
He readied himself. No sudden movements. Slowly, he changed stance. No longer waiting. He was preparing to pounce. No rifle this time. He had to be quiet. It would be an ambush from above. It would be over before the beast even knew what was happening. A push, a jump, a pounce, a blade.
No one would mock him tonight. Because tonight, he brings food.
Wow. I wonder if that's the longest story bit I've written to go with one of my commissions yet. Wasn't planning on that. Just wrote all that out in one go as I went along. Hopefully it's good and less stream of consciousy as the last one was.
But, anyways, I've been looking forward to posting this picture for months now. It's one of my absolute favorite commissions. It was the first of two commissions I received from Tatchit back in the late Spring time. Tatchit, has been one of my all time favorite artists I've found online, even before I had an interest in the furry fandom. Her style is just amazing and appeals to me so much. Been wanting to commission her for a good long while, but this past Spring, I finally got the chance. There was the option to get two commissions in one commission slot, so not knowing if I'd ever have the opportunity again, I splurged and got an experimental commission and a headshot.
This was the experimental commission. I had always known that if I ever had the opportunity to commission Tatchit, I'd have Skips be tribalized. Well, just a few months prior, I managed to commission Ahkward for a tribalized Skips as well. But I wanted Tatchit's take on it, because, well, Tatchit.
And this is what I got! And I fucking love it. Not that I don't love Ahkward's take. Her tribal picture is the background for my secondary monitor. Tatchit's take is the background on my phone. I love both.
Though, personally, I feel take fits my personality more than the previous take. And this one has kinda made me want to, if not make Tribal Skips be Default Skips, at least bring some of the tribal elements into Normal Skips. It just...I don't know how to describe it. It appeals to me, for some reason. I don't know if that's wrong because reasons. Does this even count as cultural appropriation? Is that even a bad thing? I don't know, other than I might have upset a few people. Or not. Not sure.
But anyways, this is a picture I absolutely love. For reasons of I always wanted Tribal Skips art and I always wanted Tatchit art and I anways wanted Triabal Skips art by Tatchit. And I love it for reasons I just can't put into words. Perhaps it's because I think this art style is the most in line with what I've always pictured for Skips, and the fact I finally realized that is just awesome.
I've always said the more I love a picture, the longer my text wall for it becomes. I believe this might be a rather long text wall, so if anything, that's just more evidence for my love of this picture. I'm glad I have it, and I don't care if this gets no favorites or whatnot, because it will remain one of my all time favorite commissions.
Super big thanks to Tatchit for making this. You're awesome. And thanks to everyone who read this text wall. You're awesome as well.
It was made by Tatchit.
You can find it here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13402203/
The character belongs to me.
Art by
Tatchit.The cheetah waited there in the trees for a good long while. Hunting required patience. One wrong move could mean the difference between food for the next few days or going hungry once more. He sighed and pulled out a small snack from a pouch to quiet his impatient stomach.
It wasn't much but it was all he had left. Amongst the small scattering of dried tea leaves he'd gathered, there was a small piece of biltong left and a few berries, both dried and fresh. The biltong was for sustenance. He was a cheetah, a carnivore. He needed the mean. He couldn't just feast of the leafy greens as the prey folk do. Well, he could, but it was often more trouble than it was worth for the cheetah. The berries were a good compromise, though. They provided precious water and energy in their small forms, and he was easily able to pop them into his muzzle. He rolled the last of the few berries between a padded thumb and forefinger, poking its flesh a bit with a claw. He tossed it into his mouth and finished his snack. His stomach still complained about the lack of food, but it'd just have to be patient like he was.
He adjusted his position in the tree. He knew his prey would come by here soon, whatever his prey ended up being. The scent of many a passing animal had been through here. Enough that he was sure his cheetah scent wouldn't be too out of the ordinary, and varied enough that he was sure prey animals would be going through here. It was near at the edge of the woods. A stray herd animal would be likely to pass by looking for easy water or shade. But perhaps he was was wrong. Perhaps the wind betrayed him. Or perhaps the hunger made him not think clearly.
The other cheetahs would mock him for sure, but they always had. His affinity for the woods, the trees, the dried drinking leaves, his rifle, and trading with those foreign folk always seemed to be at odds with his tribe mates. Of course, they never cared too much that he'd always prefer heading out on his own. That's what the women do, they say, wandering out on their own or picking berries.
And yet, they would never complain when he brought back food, which he did more often than they would. The cheetah needs to adapt, he tells them. We've always been better hunters than the lion prides or leopard tribes, but they've always been stronger. If they wanted our food, they'd take it. But his cheetah brethren would say that's the natural order of things, unlike hiding in trees and using that rifle of his. We've always survived, and we still will. He would roll his eyes. They were stuck in their old ways. He was more fascinated with the world and what was in it. He refused to believe that the same old same old was all there was to life.
But perhaps they were right. And they would convince him of that soon enough, when they hunt down some food and he returns with nothing but his tea leaves yet again. They were becoming the better hunters now. Not him. The thought almost made the cheetah give up.
And then he heard a noise. It wasn't his stomach this time. He didn't know how much time was lost in thought, but the sound from below made him snap out of it. He urged himself slightly forward to see what appeared. A small smile appeared on his muzzle. An antelope had wandered beneath his perch.
He readied himself. No sudden movements. Slowly, he changed stance. No longer waiting. He was preparing to pounce. No rifle this time. He had to be quiet. It would be an ambush from above. It would be over before the beast even knew what was happening. A push, a jump, a pounce, a blade.
No one would mock him tonight. Because tonight, he brings food.
Wow. I wonder if that's the longest story bit I've written to go with one of my commissions yet. Wasn't planning on that. Just wrote all that out in one go as I went along. Hopefully it's good and less stream of consciousy as the last one was.
But, anyways, I've been looking forward to posting this picture for months now. It's one of my absolute favorite commissions. It was the first of two commissions I received from Tatchit back in the late Spring time. Tatchit, has been one of my all time favorite artists I've found online, even before I had an interest in the furry fandom. Her style is just amazing and appeals to me so much. Been wanting to commission her for a good long while, but this past Spring, I finally got the chance. There was the option to get two commissions in one commission slot, so not knowing if I'd ever have the opportunity again, I splurged and got an experimental commission and a headshot.
This was the experimental commission. I had always known that if I ever had the opportunity to commission Tatchit, I'd have Skips be tribalized. Well, just a few months prior, I managed to commission Ahkward for a tribalized Skips as well. But I wanted Tatchit's take on it, because, well, Tatchit.
And this is what I got! And I fucking love it. Not that I don't love Ahkward's take. Her tribal picture is the background for my secondary monitor. Tatchit's take is the background on my phone. I love both.
Though, personally, I feel take fits my personality more than the previous take. And this one has kinda made me want to, if not make Tribal Skips be Default Skips, at least bring some of the tribal elements into Normal Skips. It just...I don't know how to describe it. It appeals to me, for some reason. I don't know if that's wrong because reasons. Does this even count as cultural appropriation? Is that even a bad thing? I don't know, other than I might have upset a few people. Or not. Not sure.
But anyways, this is a picture I absolutely love. For reasons of I always wanted Tribal Skips art and I always wanted Tatchit art and I anways wanted Triabal Skips art by Tatchit. And I love it for reasons I just can't put into words. Perhaps it's because I think this art style is the most in line with what I've always pictured for Skips, and the fact I finally realized that is just awesome.
I've always said the more I love a picture, the longer my text wall for it becomes. I believe this might be a rather long text wall, so if anything, that's just more evidence for my love of this picture. I'm glad I have it, and I don't care if this gets no favorites or whatnot, because it will remain one of my all time favorite commissions.
Super big thanks to Tatchit for making this. You're awesome. And thanks to everyone who read this text wall. You're awesome as well.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Cheetah
Size 989 x 1280px
File Size 219.6 kB
Dude. I love this picture. It's the background picture on my phone even. Tatchit is seriously one of my all time favorite artists I follow. I love her art. As such, I needed to do my best to give it a description to do it justice. Hence the story. I like writing, so it's my attempt to give a bit of life to the pictures. I'm really glad you like it.
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