"...The cold winds buffet against my dreary cave, and I know not when this storm shall pass..."

this is very nice....

V.

One day I really need to get off my scaly but and do a story for Chinook's pics, they really are that inspiring :3

very much so...

V.

As I know you are a fan of his stuff as well! ;)

*licks*

The fox sat in the shelter of a ledge of ice, protected from the snow laden winds that ripped across the uniform surface of the snowlands. In the Winter months darkness was all that one might see for days, and he carried with him a lantern lighted at all times. But with each passing day the fox watched as his oil steadily dwindled. The once thriving light flickered, threatening to extinguish at any moment. The darkness swelled and ebbed, as though pushing to get at the fox. It was only a matter of time before the darkness would win, and he knew that for the first time in this journey the fox would draw his blade and rely on the keenness of his ears and the strength of his will.

Hmmm!

To be continued!

Howard Pyle or N.C. Wyeth would be proud :3

Again, excellent work on the lighting in this one. <3

Thank you.

Love the picture