At Midwest Furfest, I was complimented on my ability to get good commissions. My reply was that a very large part of that was being able to match a commission to the proper artist. For superheroes, I go to Pegasus316, Eggplant Man, or Ebony Leopard. For intricate, hyper-real illustrations, I go to Dark Natasha. For modest female furs with figures to make my jaw hit the floor, I go to  Clemikou. She made another of my Metamor Keep characters, the fruit bat Alexis, looks like she's stepped right out of the story. Don't believe me? Read:

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"Jasmine," the samoyed said, more to himself than anyone else, and sniffed the air again to be sure. "Alexis?" he called, louder, stepping away and looking around. "I can smell your perfume. Where are you hiding?"

"Right behind you."

All four men turned toward the new voice as Alexis dropped from the crenellated top of a wall turret. Flipping in midair, she folded her wings back into her white mink cloak when she landed, giving it a flutter to settle its edges. Even bundled thickly in furs against the cold, she somehow managed to maintain her exotic allure: earth-brown eyes set in a foxish face peeked out from beneath the brow of the cloak's hood, and they sparkled with characteristic mischief. The silver-gray fur of her cloak, lush and dense as it was, wasn't quite up to concealing the supple sway of her hips when she walked. Walk she did, right past an impressed Misha, a startled Xavier, and an openly admiring Wolfram before stopping in front of a completely speechless Drift. She paused as if waiting for him to say something, looking up at her fiancée with a smile that grew larger with each moment of his flustered silence, and flicked her ears to spill the hood artfully onto her shoulders. "They're hips, dear," she said finally, her smile going downright impish as a rampaging blush exploded across his entire face. "Deal with it."