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http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16177219/
So a while back someone asked me to draw a particular theme. I figured this was a good time to give it a shot. I thought trying a different kind of background would make things a bit more unique as well. I definitely had a bit of trouble with the color palate with this one. I'm much more used to using stronger colors, so it was an interesting challenge. While not my normal type of subject exactly, I hope you enjoy this and
Kotep's story regarding it!
Description from Kotep's story.
Part 2:
The next time Ygrn came to her shop, Riska didn't recognize her right away. It had been a few months, but Riska had a good memory. The strange gnoll in a snowy-gray cloak and heavy pack didn't seem familiar until she'd come right up to the counter, pulled back her hood, and revealed the silver circlet she wore.
"Hey, you're…Ygrn, right?" Riska said. A moment of hesitation as she recalled that jumble of consonants.
Ygrn heaved her pack off of her back and dropped it on the counter with a grunt. "So you remember me," she said. She sounded pleased.
Riska did remember her. She remembered that Ygrn had a short, spiky mohawk, not the heavy mane of hair that Ygrn now had pulled back and tied down. Ygrn pushed her cloak off of her shoulders. The leather armor she wore was banded with steel studs and lined with small tufts of fur. It looked more layered and stiffer than the sleek, tight leather Ygrn had worn before.
"I didn't even know gnolls could grow winter coats," Riska said. Ygrn's fur looked shaggy, hanging in thick fluff off her neck and poking out of the gaps in her armor in tawny-grayish tufts.
Ygrn pulled her pack open. "I didn't think the world could get that cold, but I guess that's what mountains are like. And wouldn't you know it—" She tugged her old leather armor out of her pack. She had rolled it up tight to take up as little space as possible. "Outgrew my damn armor."
Riska pulled over Ygrn's old cuirass and greaves. She traced her claws around the clasps, searching for any signs of damage that might lower the price. Then she looked up at Ygrn again, reflecting on her memories of her. The gnoll was quite likely taller than before, though Riska wasn't sure. Everyone seemed tall when you were a kobold. Ygrn was definitely thicker across the shoulders though. Her armor had a tighter fit around her biceps and she wore a set of boots clinging snugly to her calves. Riska could only imagine the amount of mountain climbing, trail blazing, and digging through snow she had to have done to give herself such a heavy workout in just a few months.
Riska pulled out some parchment and started running down another ledger. Ygrn wandered around near the counter. She seemed drawn toward a tall sword, taller than Riska herself, on display in a weapon rack. It was the sort of plain, simple sword that felt so comfortable in your hands, you could stake your life on it. That's what the orc who'd sold it to Riska said. Riska saw that same feeling in Ygrn's eyes as the gnoll tested the sword's balance with a few broad swings.
Riska was almost done adding up all the numbers when Ygrn laid two of her daggers down on the counter, too.
"If I sell you those too, is that enough to get this?" She hefted the sword in front of Riska's eyes.
The daggers were sharp enough that the blade edge shone in the light and well-kept enough that they showed no scars or marks. They seemed more valuable and unique than just a well-made sword, but Riska wasn't going to argue taste with one of her customers.
"That'll cover it," Riska said. She finished up the ledger while Ygrn swung the sword a few more times, quicker and more deliberately. Riska didn't need to assume; she could see that Ygrn enjoyed the way it felt in her hands.
Ygrn scribbled her name on the ledger where Riska asked her to sign. The difference between the price of her loot and the cost of her new sword came out a few gold coins. Ygrn stuffed Riska's coins into a pouch before slinging the sword and its hilt around her chest and shoulders.
"Good doing business with you," Ygrn said amiably, flashing a smile as she left the shop.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16177219/
So a while back someone asked me to draw a particular theme. I figured this was a good time to give it a shot. I thought trying a different kind of background would make things a bit more unique as well. I definitely had a bit of trouble with the color palate with this one. I'm much more used to using stronger colors, so it was an interesting challenge. While not my normal type of subject exactly, I hope you enjoy this and
Kotep's story regarding it! Description from
Kotep's story. Part 2:
The next time Ygrn came to her shop, Riska didn't recognize her right away. It had been a few months, but Riska had a good memory. The strange gnoll in a snowy-gray cloak and heavy pack didn't seem familiar until she'd come right up to the counter, pulled back her hood, and revealed the silver circlet she wore.
"Hey, you're…Ygrn, right?" Riska said. A moment of hesitation as she recalled that jumble of consonants.
Ygrn heaved her pack off of her back and dropped it on the counter with a grunt. "So you remember me," she said. She sounded pleased.
Riska did remember her. She remembered that Ygrn had a short, spiky mohawk, not the heavy mane of hair that Ygrn now had pulled back and tied down. Ygrn pushed her cloak off of her shoulders. The leather armor she wore was banded with steel studs and lined with small tufts of fur. It looked more layered and stiffer than the sleek, tight leather Ygrn had worn before.
"I didn't even know gnolls could grow winter coats," Riska said. Ygrn's fur looked shaggy, hanging in thick fluff off her neck and poking out of the gaps in her armor in tawny-grayish tufts.
Ygrn pulled her pack open. "I didn't think the world could get that cold, but I guess that's what mountains are like. And wouldn't you know it—" She tugged her old leather armor out of her pack. She had rolled it up tight to take up as little space as possible. "Outgrew my damn armor."
Riska pulled over Ygrn's old cuirass and greaves. She traced her claws around the clasps, searching for any signs of damage that might lower the price. Then she looked up at Ygrn again, reflecting on her memories of her. The gnoll was quite likely taller than before, though Riska wasn't sure. Everyone seemed tall when you were a kobold. Ygrn was definitely thicker across the shoulders though. Her armor had a tighter fit around her biceps and she wore a set of boots clinging snugly to her calves. Riska could only imagine the amount of mountain climbing, trail blazing, and digging through snow she had to have done to give herself such a heavy workout in just a few months.
Riska pulled out some parchment and started running down another ledger. Ygrn wandered around near the counter. She seemed drawn toward a tall sword, taller than Riska herself, on display in a weapon rack. It was the sort of plain, simple sword that felt so comfortable in your hands, you could stake your life on it. That's what the orc who'd sold it to Riska said. Riska saw that same feeling in Ygrn's eyes as the gnoll tested the sword's balance with a few broad swings.
Riska was almost done adding up all the numbers when Ygrn laid two of her daggers down on the counter, too.
"If I sell you those too, is that enough to get this?" She hefted the sword in front of Riska's eyes.
The daggers were sharp enough that the blade edge shone in the light and well-kept enough that they showed no scars or marks. They seemed more valuable and unique than just a well-made sword, but Riska wasn't going to argue taste with one of her customers.
"That'll cover it," Riska said. She finished up the ledger while Ygrn swung the sword a few more times, quicker and more deliberately. Riska didn't need to assume; she could see that Ygrn enjoyed the way it felt in her hands.
Ygrn scribbled her name on the ledger where Riska asked her to sign. The difference between the price of her loot and the cost of her new sword came out a few gold coins. Ygrn stuffed Riska's coins into a pouch before slinging the sword and its hilt around her chest and shoulders.
"Good doing business with you," Ygrn said amiably, flashing a smile as she left the shop.
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