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The Winter's Howl Tavern was aptly named. In the far north, where blizzards raged in the winter, and the biting ambience left the ground coated in a constant rime, there sat the Winter's Howl. Occupied by those who either wished not to be found...Or those who wanted something of a harsher existence, be it to prove their worth against the raging power of nature, or through family tradition. The Howl offered a warm fire to rest by, and a mug of mead to those who wished it..Some used it simply to get out of the cold, can't really blame them
One afternoon, the peaceful grumble of the tavern was disturbed by the rickety door swinging open, as a mountain of a man stood in it's frame. Piercing gold and Mercurial silver eyes scanned over the room as the wind played with his cloak behind him. The furs on his attire glistened faintly with a layer of frost, the same that covered most of his plate and fur alike. Blade in one hand, he extended his unoccupied hand to the room. "...The time has come...The clan is in need of warriors. The choice is yours, to stand with the warriors of tradition to defend the lands you call your home, to fight for glory and honor of your name.. Or wallow in your drink. Will you answer the call?" He questioned the tavern-goers, his voice grumbling like an avalanche in the distance. The Prince sent out the call.. Who would answer?
My word-vomit aside! Figured it's about time I post this!
Art by The wonderful
Gorezing
Character: Prince Fitzgerald Finian Tiberius McTavish
One afternoon, the peaceful grumble of the tavern was disturbed by the rickety door swinging open, as a mountain of a man stood in it's frame. Piercing gold and Mercurial silver eyes scanned over the room as the wind played with his cloak behind him. The furs on his attire glistened faintly with a layer of frost, the same that covered most of his plate and fur alike. Blade in one hand, he extended his unoccupied hand to the room. "...The time has come...The clan is in need of warriors. The choice is yours, to stand with the warriors of tradition to defend the lands you call your home, to fight for glory and honor of your name.. Or wallow in your drink. Will you answer the call?" He questioned the tavern-goers, his voice grumbling like an avalanche in the distance. The Prince sent out the call.. Who would answer?
My word-vomit aside! Figured it's about time I post this!
Art by The wonderful
GorezingCharacter: Prince Fitzgerald Finian Tiberius McTavish
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Wolf
Size 1280 x 1280px
File Size 278.2 kB
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