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Leaning against the door, and twirling her double bardiche, was the Wolf Queen. Judging from the slow ease with which the deadly implement was being manipulated, she was in a jolly mood.
It was hard to say what, precisely, was on the mind of her interlocutor, judging from the slack-jawed, bug-eyed look of wonder that seemed to be permanently affixed there. The Wolf Queen's admirer -- and make no mistake, she was being admired -- was a grey fox, and a very tall specimen of same. He easily had about a foot on me, though he was thin as a lath and a bit on the angular side.
Sprawled at his feet were a wrapped elven bow, and a kit bag with "FUCHSBAU, OSRIC R., PVT. 1193624" stenciled on it.
My student. I sighed.
"Good morning, Private Fuchsbau."
There was a long interval of silence. In spite of myself, I tried Elf-mind, and was treated to a rather loving series of thoughts on lupine anatomy, which I immediately turned off. The Wolf Queen sensed my probe, and cheerfully laughed.
Rolling my eyes, I took one step back, and in my best parade ground voice, barked "TEN-SHUN!"
The retired colonel who lived across the street from me immediately dropped his hedge-clippers, snapped his heels together, and put his paws smartly at the crease of his gardening clothes. I honestly wish that Private Fuchsbau had been as diligent in response. At least I did get his jaw to start working up and down.
Wolf Queen, Osric Fuchsbau and text ©
EOCostello .
Original art by
tegerio here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16038050/
Leaning against the door, and twirling her double bardiche, was the Wolf Queen. Judging from the slow ease with which the deadly implement was being manipulated, she was in a jolly mood.
It was hard to say what, precisely, was on the mind of her interlocutor, judging from the slack-jawed, bug-eyed look of wonder that seemed to be permanently affixed there. The Wolf Queen's admirer -- and make no mistake, she was being admired -- was a grey fox, and a very tall specimen of same. He easily had about a foot on me, though he was thin as a lath and a bit on the angular side.
Sprawled at his feet were a wrapped elven bow, and a kit bag with "FUCHSBAU, OSRIC R., PVT. 1193624" stenciled on it.
My student. I sighed.
"Good morning, Private Fuchsbau."
There was a long interval of silence. In spite of myself, I tried Elf-mind, and was treated to a rather loving series of thoughts on lupine anatomy, which I immediately turned off. The Wolf Queen sensed my probe, and cheerfully laughed.
Rolling my eyes, I took one step back, and in my best parade ground voice, barked "TEN-SHUN!"
The retired colonel who lived across the street from me immediately dropped his hedge-clippers, snapped his heels together, and put his paws smartly at the crease of his gardening clothes. I honestly wish that Private Fuchsbau had been as diligent in response. At least I did get his jaw to start working up and down.
Wolf Queen, Osric Fuchsbau and text ©
EOCostello .Original art by
tegerio here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16038050/
Category Cel Shading / Fantasy
Species Wolf
Size 1280 x 1193px
File Size 298.9 kB
I missed this one. The Private's dumdstruck expression is classic of course. I take it he'll most likely will be going from the "Unmanly" way of waging war with WWi techniques and learning more edged weapons techniques? What was the name of that series of Science fiction books....? Ah yes. "The Deathworld Trilogy by Harry Harrison?
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