My wonderful  tomoefuchs started writing stories for Thira few days ago and they're AMAZING <33
It was an incredibly sweet surprise after I came home from the office, it made me squeak with joy! I could never describe how happy I am to create Thira together with him <3 Tomoe is the only reason I didn't leave that project behind yet, since I already kinda gave it up in 2020. I was never satisfied with the old Thira, but I didn't want to throw behind what I already had and spent so much time on either. After I finally decided to change it, I didn't have the strength or motivation to go through it anymore. But then this wonderful, amazing person came into my life. Ever since Tomoe works on Thira with me, he brought so many great ideas and now even STORIES! Making Thira that much alive and interesting. We completely revamped Thira and changed a lot of things together to fit more of what we'd like, and I absolutely LOVE it now! <3 Of course it's still pretty much work in progress - we just started to actually write things down and work on something we could publicly show. We finally bought our own website to keep Thira lore in (we might make that public later, no promises though), and we already daydreamed of maybe writing an actual book one day together. But we're just starting, see where it leads us. It's our project now and we're both very passionate about it, but it's all just for fun <3


ANYWAY enough talking, here's a tiny snippet of the part this picture illustrates.
It's our first time writing proper stuff like this in English, so please excuse any mistakes we make along the way. Any tips and advices highly appreciated :)
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As the sun started to set over the white desert, the strangers to this place finally sat around a small campfire, barely large enough to make up for the freezing cold air. Unlike the natives, they lack the thicker fur covering their bodies. While the merchants from Andersoll are used to colder temperatures in the northern parts of their home, this was out of every scale they got used to. The cold didn’t threaten their lives, but it was far from comfortable in any way. Finn looked around the camp they had built, something you wouldn't spot anywhere else in this land: tiny walls covering a meager looking fire, in the hope to have some protection against the wind. Marc reached for one of the last remaining logs, as something took his attention.
“Finn?” he whispered, not lifting his glance of the darkness around them. “Either there’s some animal, which I doubt in this abyss, or somebody is approaching us.” They sat completely still, hardly daring to breathe as they listened into the night. Whoever was approaching them, did it just as wary.
“Can you make out any scent?” “No, I’m pretty sure it’s fairly well covered in this wind. Besides, our fire’s smoke makes it really hard to tell anything apart, and probably comedicially easy to spot us.” The canines, careful not to make any noise, slowly moving backs to each other, standing upright on their hindlegs. While Thirian werewolves are conscious, intelligent beings, their sharp canine senses are left untouched. All of them pointed into the now silent darkness.
“I never heard about any hostile northerners. Should we maybe just call out to whatever or whoever might be out there? But then again, what would anybody do out here, in the pitch darkness..” He took a short, shaky breath of the freezing cold air, giving Marc a helpless glance. “Well look at us, standing out here in the pitch darkness, Finn”, he mumbled. “There might be little to no hostile Northerner, but we’re pretty close to their exact opposite’s settlements, and I bet a lit campfire on Nordic ground could’ve made them very interested in what's happening here..” Marc took a leap forward, reaching for a halfway burned log and raised it over their heads, hoping to gain some vision. Around them uncovered a tiny circle by dim light, reflecting in the freshly fallen snow, Marc almost put his improvised torch to the site as Finn lays his ice-overgrown ears down: “Marc.. there are pawprints right behind our sleds?”
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All written by incredibly talented  tomoefuchs
Thira © me and  tomoefuchs

Full story here: https://www.deviantart.com/tomoefuc.....er-1-893791664