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a new piece i've been working on, on and off, since january.
forgot to mention when i posted this: i used some pictures as 'texture' on this image, especially for the lake and  a bit for the sky as well! the photos are from my personal canada vacation collection :)

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drawn in photoshop cs5 with an intuos4 and cintiq 24HD. for more info on my artwork please visit loish.deviantart.com/journal/6…

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Cover for an RP. It's about robots.

Inspired a bit by both that new Tron movie, and the last thing I submitted (the Mirror's Edge one).

Guess if it's supposed to be cyberpunk. :iconnotimpressedplz:
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did this 1 week ago, I know I have many characters of this kind but I promise my next deviation will be very different from what I usually do XDllll

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One of the pieces I did for the QUEST group art exhibition, held last december in Montcada i Reixac. My part of the exhibit focused on science-fiction, and more specifically in my own sci-fi webcomic, Seven Souls.

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Peace in the Woods by SaraCuervo La Beldad by SaraCuervo 7S - Macula Lutea by SaraCuervo 7S - Ascension by SaraCuervo Le Serpent et La Lionne by SaraCuervo 


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A quick picture of a Knight inspired by a story written by :wavecrest:
I have ideas for this guy.
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The lithe Allessandra is the special pet project of the General Finns guided by the genius of the Lich Anubis, but this wasn’t always so. Allessandra was once a humble wife and mother, a brilliant researcher, one who had put forth great efforts into expanding upon the super technologies rediscovered in that era. She should have been content with that peaceful life but an alluring promise of knowledge and power sent her once stable world toppling down.

Once a person impressive mental fortitude, Allessandra’s mind was left a shattered unrecoverable wreck after only a single encounter with the enigmatic Lich Anubis. She lost both her two sons and her loving husband to the brittle pages of time. Mentally she is now little more than a puppet obeying only the crushing will of the Lich.

Allessandra’s cybernetic body bears all the same capabilities as that of Aria’s; though where Aria lacks the skills to wield her own body properly, Allessandra has the prowess of a dozen martial arts masters and a deadly will to use it. The dark lords brooding behind the scenes have hewn Allessandra into one of the most lethal war machines ever known. Armies and tanks are both completely incapable of slowing down her pursuit of a target in the slightest. She has no need of stealth or high powered weapons. Her claws and speed alone are enough to bring down the strongest prey. The longer a battle with an opponent last the more perfectly she is able to profile that opponent predicting their every move.

Unfortunately despite her amazing prowess a certain something is still missing, something the Lich have not been able to reproduce mechanically. This something coupled with the rare moments that her original self is able to surface from deep within her psyche have forced the Lich to deem her a flawed specimen. They continue their experiments from the shadows yet hoping to one day crack the code that will grant them true immortality.

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Normally seen wearing the most extravagant dresses money can buy; Alexia Garlind sometimes finds it necessary to don this more revealing outfit when casting her most deadly spells. It is crafted from a variety of incredibly rare and valuable materials that can only be purchased from the most arcane of dealers on the black market. Caster raiment is designed to maximize spell power by eliminating distractions and fortifying mental focus. The Shear material helps in maintaining a reasonable core body temperature, as dangerously high temperatures could result when practicing higher powered spells.

While many unique forms of caster garments exist that are designed to generically enhance any magic art, the most powerful ones must be tailored to match not only the wielders physical form but their mind and personality as well. Alexia’s current dress is designed specifically for maximizing her potential to dominate the will of a single undead being. It features the golden plumbs of man-eating cockatrice, silk from the ever venomous giant cadaver moths, a buckle hewn from the crystalline bone of a deep forest she-mantis, a belt stretched from the zombified skin of a priestess, and finally jet black raven feathers donated by the raven kings very own family. A variety of unique materials have been discovered capable of enhancing casting strength but only the most fearless and insane dare attempt to take them from the unholy monsters they belong to.

Such extravagant dresses are not measured by their value in gold but by the number of human lives lost in their manufacture. Alexia’s dress of dominance was originally valued at 73 corpus, however after she successfully used it raise the Matriarch Kul’nar from her deathless sleep the deaths caused by the Lich dragon were subsequently added to the dress’s overall value. The Dress of Dominance, later renamed the Genocide Gown, is now valued at around 6300 corpus by the Necromancer Elite. No item is considered to be too priceless to the Lich unless it surpasses 75000 corpus.

Unless a Necromancer’s primary abilities are based around attack spells caster raiment tends to be unsuitable for battle against hardened warriors. A class of armored spell garments do exists but the synthetic metals and ceramics used in their forging have the potential to disrupt certain spell types or cause dangerous unexpected reactions when paired to an inexperienced Necromancer. Battle suits of this sort tend to be much more limited in their boosting potential and usually target toward just a handful of spells, the trade off of course is better protection against cold steel and fiery determination.

Lord Baulter’s Sanguin Armor is a unique form of close combat ready caster gear tailored toward his unique talents. It uses a copper frame coated with a thick yet flexible layer of synthesized blood alloy. It is a self healing armor that is nigh impenetrable against conventional attacks while maximizing the damage dealt by his lightning blast attack type spells. Skilled Necromancers who prefer soft caster raiment have proven it to be equally effective in combat situations as combatants often find it very difficult to reach their targets when their face has melted off. Lich Barrow has crushed entire armies while armed with no more than his light weight leather garb.

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Leading an army of undead presents many unique challenges to Necromancers of any caster skill level. First one has to decide on the level of strength/abilities they desire for their undead troops to wield versus their ability to control that demonic will. Creating an unbeatable soldier doesn’t help much if they turn on their masters and eat them moments after being reborn. Weaker willed undead while easier to control usually lack the sort of strength necessary to combat opponents who have perfected the art of slaying such abominations over generations. Some choose to just seed undead that spread viraly either via possession or Viral bites but without any control the spread can usually be traced back fairly accurately by those trained to do so. Then there’s always the chance that an abomination might spawn powerful enough to be beyond the skill level of the Necromancers to control. Necromantic history is rife with tales of novices who were eaten by their resurrected dogs or children. Even grand masters sometimes find themselves on the business end of a particularly uncontrollable undead from time to time.


The elite of the “Inner Council” have spent lifetimes developing tools capable of boosting their control over undead elite while also multiplying the range of their dominance 10 fold. This undead focuser is just 1 example of the fruits of their ceaseless research. Focusing crystals or Crypt Shards as some call them can only be grown under very specific conditions. The shards must be implanted into the brain tissue of a living subject. The brainwaves of the victim when properly urged along via external stimuli creates a gemstone imbued with intense psychic energy that resonates with the mental will of the Necromancer producing the stimuli. Each gem must be tailor made for the Necromancer who intends to wield the focuser. Due to the unique circumstances required for production the subject host must be capable of surviving through the entirety of the process less imperfect gems be formed. Attempting to use imperfect Focusers will lead to the swift brain death of the wielder no matter their casters skill level.


Do to the immense power they provide Undead Focusers are restricted exclusively for use by high ranking Lich only. They are normally seeded into potential areas of conflict decades in advance of combative operations. While Focusers are not designed to participate in direct combat they are more than capable of defending themselves via intense psychic attacks. When they consume the living they take sustenance not from the flesh and blood of their victims but via the fear and pain they extract after physically maiming their victims. Undead Focusers are similar in nature to possessed dead or Terrors. Just being in close proximity to one is enough to drive people insane. Areas where they are stored are often mistaken as being haunted thanks to the ghostly cries of countless women that echo through the minds of passersby. 2 or 3 Focusers in close proximity provides a Lich with enough reach to react in those areas as though they were directly there themselves. Such beings endlessly complicate the hunting of Lichs by Paladin Seekers and have proven to be incredibly successful in hiding their true layers from the living.

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With the inevitable passage of time an ever widening generation gap between the old and the young grows deeper and deeper with each passing year. Eventually there came a time when the countless great deeds performed by the Paladins, those pious guardians who had long since stood in defense of the weak and innocent, become steadily forgotten. Inevitably popular opinion shifted into such moral decline that it was soon decided that the Paladin’s Holy Order had become a stumbling block impeding supposed advancements in civilization and that they should be removed from all political spheres of influence.

Three generations of peace had done much to dull the still very real threat the Lich posed to the world of the living. They had hidden themselves from the public eye so perfectly that their very existence was thought to have been nothing more than fabrications created by the Paladin Elite to scare the masses straight, securing their own positions of power. It took only the slightest nudge from the Lords of the dead to convince the ignorant masses that they had to remove the Paladin Holy Order with extreme force.

Even as Tyrants the likes of Ethan Finns stripped them of their basic human rights little by little, they still saw the Paladins as the greatest threat to their chosen lifestyles. War and Strife crept back into the world slowly enough to convince them all that the world had always operated in such ways. Advancements in technology created by men lacking any moral foundation brought forth a surge of new weapons that thinned the line between life and death to mere milliseconds.

It was in this era of chaos that the forgotten Lich were able to reclaim their power from the ones who had forced them into hiding so long ago. Their treachery now seamless with mankind’s own brought about more tragedies than any one would ever be capable of recording. This unique form of undead is just one small example of those innumerable tragedies.

She was only one of a handful of Paladin’s still actively fighting against all odds. She pushed her beloved out of harm’s way taking the brunt of the damage loosed by a well thrown "Pyro Assimilator" (P-A’s for short). This terrifying grenade doesn’t kill via concussive blast or shrapnel like so many bombs of old used to. This device via the use of a complex chemical reaction looses a burst of unnatural light that grows hotter than the surface of the sun for less than a fraction of a second. The heat is capable of consuming all forms of matter within its brief sphere of influence while leaving everything immediately outside that burst completely unharmed.

Veterans of the battlefield often give these weapons such colorful nicknames as “Devils Breath” or “Crypt Incense”, due to the aromatic scent their victims give off. These tools have become the bane of resistance fighters struggling to restore a moral foundation to an ever self blinded world. The victims of such devices have no idea they have been killed and might stumble about disoriented and numb for several seconds. With Necromancers taking on an ever growing role in the widening conflicts such fleeting mortal wounds become tremendous opportunities for them to be rid of multiple adversaries for the price of one grenade. Those slain by these devices (when resurrected swiftly enough) have been renowned to be capable of wiping out entire resistance cells by themselves.

Dubbed the “Sympathetic Dead” their lethality stems from the intense love their former comrades still bare for them. With their initial reaction times dulled ever so slightly at the sudden return of their loved ones, 1 undead becomes 2, which becomes 4, becomes 8, until the living are completely outnumbered. This phenomenon has in ages past been among the most lethal of tactics employed by the Lich.

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“Hi, I'm Grace Charnow. Are you Ann?”

The woman's face looked weathered but kindly as it creased into a smile. “Yes. Welcome to the Wolf Conservatory. I understand you'd like to interview us for your college newspaper?”

Grace cleared her throat. She was nervous as this was her first assignment. The older students had pawned this unwanted story off on her because it was somewhat controversial. One of the biggest donors to the school, Mayor Landis, was fighting to have the center closed. He felt it did no good and it was a waste of tax dollars. Many of the students were fighting this looming decision, and it was up to Grace to report on the center itself.

The Wolf Conservatory was rumored to be run by a bunch of ex-hippies who were probably into drugs as well, but the woman before Grace was nothing like she had expected. She might have been a hippie in her former life, but she was neatly dressed and appeared quite happy that Grace was there to write about them.

“Want some coffee?” Ann indicated a coffee machine sitting on the counter nearest them.

The college student declined. She had never been a coffee drinker.

Ann's face fell momentarily, but suddenly perked back up. “We'll have to find you something else, then.”

“Oh, I'm fine. Not thirsty.”

Shrugging, the woman suggested, “Well, Grace, would you at least like a tour?”

Before Grace could answer, there was loud talking in one of the back rooms, and it grew in intensity as she listened. “What's going on back there?” she asked curiously.

Ann made a dismissive wave towards the sounds. “Not everyone supports us, as you know. Sometimes we try to win them over.” She paused, seeming as if she had more to say, but then deciding against it. “Now, come on with me.” She opened a side door, and Grace followed her into a small room. “This is our break room. We can talk here if you'd like.”

The conversation from the back had now elevated into yells, and Ann shut the door behind them. “Sorry about that,” she grimaced, then continued on. “Now, obviously, you have a pretty good idea what we do here. We try to inform the public all about wolves. We monitor their populations, even using twenty-four-hour cameras on them. People don't realize how important wolves are to the ecosystem. By hunting some, like the red wolf, almost to extinction, we're allowing other animal populations to thrive unchecked, causing incredible imbalances in nature.”

Grace was trying to write this all down on a yellow-lined note pad she had brought instead of her computer, but the shouting and screeching was becoming deafening. “What are they doing to that poor man?”

The woman seemed so laid back, it began to irk the young college student. “He's fine,” Ann smiled. “No worries.”

The door of the break room opened that very moment to reveal a rugged-looking man. His red plaid shirt only intensified his phenomenal similarity to Paul Bunyan.

Ann greeted him with a smirk. “Hey, Kevin. How's it going in there?”

“So sorry about the ruckus,” the man apologized directly to Grace. “You're the girl doing the article - Grace, right?  Thanks so much. We really could use some good publicity. I hope we can repay you.”

Going past the pleasantries, Grace demanded, “Is that man okay?”

“Oh, he'll be fine.”

“Get the hell in here, you bastard!” erupted from behind him.

“That's my cue! Nice to meet you, Grace!” Kevin sidled out the door and it slammed shut behind him. Grace stood up, gaping at it. Did the man in there man need help? No one seemed too concerned about him.

By way of explanation, Ann offered, “Our guest is going to try our special tour. Would you like to also?”

Grace stared at the woman. Maybe she was on drugs after all. “Will the tour make me scream in pain like that?”

Ann rose, coming towards her with a maternal look. “Oh, no! He's not in pain. He's screaming because he's mad.”

“Because of the special tour?”

Ann chuckled. “Sort of. See, he's Kevin's uncle, and Kevin wants him to understand our cause a bit better, so he's given him some of our wolf serum.”

“Wolf serum. Uh...okay...”

“Yes, it changes the person into a wolf for twenty-four hours. Once I'm done with you, it's my turn to change today. You're welcome to join me if you have twenty-four hours free. Come learn about the wolves firsthand!”

The skeptical girl started to cough, but the woman seemed deadly serious, and Grace's suspicion of drug use, to her at least, was confirmed. Obviously Ann and her co-workers used hallucinogens to make themselves think they'd transformed into wolves. Gripping her notepad tightly in hand, Grace carefully moved towards the door. No wonder they had assigned her to this place. It was run by a bunch of crazy people! “Um, I don't think I have the time right now for tours. Maybe I'll come back...”

“I understand,” Ann made no move to prevent her from exiting.

Now outside of the room, Grace could hear more of the yelling. “You, stupid bastard, Kevin! I'm going to kill you after I...rrrr....can't stand up like this anymore...” The door to the other room was partly ajar, and Grace poked her head in. No one stopped her, and Kevin even invited her in.

There, on all floors, was a strange chimera – a half-man, half-wolf.

“Oh my God!” Grace shrieked in fright.

“Don't be afraid, Grace, it's just my Uncle George,” murmured Kevin from the side of the room.

“What is he–” She looked to Kevin for an explanation, only to gain a fresh scare.

Kevin was growing fur and pointy ears.

Rendered speechless, she shifted her gaze to “Uncle George”. Were these costumes? They seemed quite real, and she could swear she could actually see the fur increasing as she watched...

“Look what my sister's own...arrgghh...son did to me!” the transforming man on the floor screamed, turning his face to Grace. “Turning me into a goddamned animal to punish me for retracting their funding!”

Uncle George was none other than Mayor George Landis himself.

“Mayor!” Grace cried, jumping toward him to help, but his face was pushing out into a snoutful of sharp teeth, and he growled at her.

Taken aback, she noted that the man was also restrained. “He's chained to the wall!” she gasped.

Kevin chuckled, wagging a tail that hadn't been there before. “That's so he doesn't rip me to pieces before I finish changing myself. Yes, I'm going to accompany him on his little trip.”

“Argh!” Mayor Landis groaned, flapping his own tail angrily.

For the first time, Ann spoke from behind her. “Come, Grace. Let them change in peace.” She pulled the shocked girl away and led her into the break room once more.

“That...that's impossible!” Grace managed to exclaim.

“Nope. Not at all. You saw it with your very eyes. Now I'm going to start changing too, if you don't mind. I can still give you a tour while I transform. Question is, would you like to join me?”

Would it hurt? Would it damage her body? Questions flooded Grace's head, but as she watched Ann prepare what looked like a cup of coffee, she replied without hesitation, “Okay.”

It surprised her that she would answer to the affirmative so quickly, but after all, how could she turn this chance down? Who knew this was even possible?

Ann handed her the cup. “This is a secret, obviously. Nothing of this goes in your article. And yes, it's in the coffee. So sorry, you'll have to drink it.”

Grace held the cup, regarding it for a moment. Was she really going to do this?

As Grace deliberated her next move, a loud wolf howl echoed through the office. “Oh, that's Kevin, the show-off," said Ann. "He's telling me they're both fully changed and they're leaving.” The far-off sound of a door closing served to reinforce Ann's point.

“Usually one of us goes out at a time, but Kevin managed to get Mayor Landis in last minute, so Erin's going to watch the office today. Drink up so I can take my serum soon. I'd like you to start changing first so I can guide you through.” She prepared another cup of coffee and placed a lid onto it.

Grace closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and gulped down her beverage.

“I drank it,” she uttered, looking down at herself with anxiety. Nothing was happening.  She wondered if she somehow had been fooled, and disappointment flirted with her.

“Good job.” Ann approached her. “Listen, you might want to take off your clothes if you don't want them destroyed.”

“Um,” Grace blushed. “I'd rather not.”  Especially if nothing was going to happen, she thought.

“You don't have to right away. Just do it before you're all wolf. It's harder to get them off with paws. Now let's get going.”

Grace followed Ann to the front desk where a red-headed woman sat typing at a computer. “You changing yet, Ann?” she asked without looking up.

“Soon. You're changing tomorrow, Erin?”

“Yup. Have fun. Kevin left already with his idiot uncle. I have to say, Mayor Landis made a beautiful wolf. He doesn't deserve it, honestly.”

“Mexican gray?”

“Yes. Kevin's one too. Keep an eye out for them. Just wait until you see how this experience changes the mayor, Grace. He'll soon be begging to fund us!” Erin gave a wave and went back to her work.

Following Ann outside, Grace reveled in the smell of the forest. It was teeming with odors she had never smelled before... Decaying vegetation, insects, animals...But she was beginning to feel odd. She scratched at her belly, but this did not seem to alleviate the immensely irritating itch that was building up all over her skin.  A burst of hope welled up inside of her.  “Maybe...it's really happening,” she murmured.  "Oh, please..."

“Sure you don't want to take anything off?” Ann asked with an amused grin.

Grace shook her head no, so Ann continued. “Okay, well, here's where we start our tour. This is where we release any rehabilitated wolves back into the wild. They have acres and acres to roam, and we have several types of wolves in our forest. We're turning into red wolves today. There's only about three hundred of them at last count that we know of, and we're happy to boast some of them as our own.” She raised an eyebrow. “We've even contributed to the population ourselves.”

“You... Is it possible?” Grace breathed. She wasn't sure she wanted to hear about this - real or not.

“When we're wolves, we're wolves. We have a human mind, but it becomes more wolf-like the longer we're in a wolf body. When we use a longer-acting serum, we sometimes...succumb to the wolf impulses.”

“But...but...that's...nasty...”

“No, that's nature. Erin has both fathered and mothered pups,” Ann said proudly, entering the woods.

So supposedly there was a serum that would change one's sex as a wolf, too? Grace only wished she could do an article on whatever science was behind this supposed formula they used!

She wanted this to be real, but other than feeling itchy, nothing else out of the ordinary was occurring.  Finally, she yanked up her shirt to find that there was thick reddish fur growing down her chest. “Oh!” she cried in delight. It really was happening, and it didn't hurt at all!  "It's real!  It's not a trick!  My God, I can't believe I'm turning into a wolf!"

Ann was laughing at her outburst.  “Yes, yes," she smiled.  "I love seeing a person on their first change.  I know how wonderful that feeling is – when you see the fur for the first time!  Look – it's on the back of your hands too. That's kind of a pattern the potion follows. Next up you'll grow paw pads and nails–”

Yes, her nails had already taken on a thicker appearance, and it excited the girl to no end. This was going to be amazing! Something made her force out a feeble howl, and Ann chuckled. “You're starting to feel it, huh? By the way, take off your shoes. If nothing else, I strongly suggest you at least do that. You're going to to have trouble walking in them when your feet become paws.”

Grace was more than willing to heed Ann's suggestion. She was finding it incredibly uncomfortable to have footwear on. As she bent down to remove her shoes, out of curiosity she rolled up her pants to see that her leg hair had grown in and was looking abnormally bushy. In fact, it had a reddish hue, and as she watched, it thickened into fur. With a fascinated giggle, she took off her shoes and placed them down near the side of the path.

“You're changing, so it's my turn now.” Ann lifted the lid on her coffee cup and gulped down the liquid. “We'll pick your shoes up tomorrow.” She placed the cup down next to Grace's shoes. They began to walk. “It's uncomfortable being barefoot like this. I keep stepping on rocks,” commented Grace.

Ann glanced down at Grace's thickening, sharp toenails in silent approval. “You'll be more and more comfortable as your feet change to paws.” She pointed to the left where the path forked and indicated Grace to follow. “See, we use the serum to keep tabs on our wolves. We infiltrate our packs, and make sure all the animals are healthy and uninjured...”

“Sure beats a vet.”

“I am a vet,” Ann chuckled. “I specialize in wolves. That's why I'm here. Also a great way to do research like this.” She scratched at her arm. “Your tail should be coming in soon. Feel it?”

Obviously Ann was an expert in wolf metamorphoses. She was right; there most definitely was a dull ache at the back of Grace's spine. Something gave way, and she could feel pressure against her underwear.

“Undo your pants.”

But she couldn't. They'd fall down, she'd be mortified...And yet the pressure was getting unbearable...

Just as she unbuttoned her pants, her tail ripped through her underwear. Instead of being irritated, however, she grabbed the tail in joy. “Oh, it's beautiful, and I can wave it, and...oh,wow!”

Ann examined it. “Yes, and you're getting a nice lush coat. Good. But you're down a pair of underwear. Told you. Oh, my fur's starting in already. I'm going quick today. Good.”

“There's different speeds?” Grace ventured, probing her teeth with her tongue. They were definitely growing sharper.

“Yes. All kinds of things affect the serum's progress. Have it on an empty stomach, like me, and you transform much faster than if you've eaten, for example.”

Grace had had a huge breakfast, so she assumed she'd be in for a slower change. But it didn't seemed to matter. She took off her pants, reveling in her furry legs, but she did not remove the ripped panties. There were places that still had to be covered. She did notice her feet had shrunk somewhat, and now resembled paws. It was even more comfortable to walk now as her paw pads were almost completely formed. She stopped to study them gleefully, then hugged her fuzzy arms to her chest in anticipation of her further changes.

“Some of these areas are fenced in, forming enclosures. This keeps other animals and packs out. It kind of creates territories too so we can house more wolves than normally would be around each other in the wild.”

A howl went up far off, and Ann hardly reacted. “That's Kevin. I know his call anywhere.”

Another different howl arose, and Ann began to laugh. “Uncle George is already having the time of his life. That didn't take too long!”

“Where are the other wolves?” Grace asked.

“Some are sleeping. Most sense us and are hiding right now. They'll more likely to come out when we're really wolves. Our very scent changes when we're transformed. It's truly amazing.” Ann pointed out more landmarks. Noting how far along Grace's metamorphosis had gotten, she uttered, “We better hurry up. You won't be able to talk much longer. But we'll have all night to explore. By the way, you really don't need to stay covered up anymore.” With that, Ann removed all of her clothes right there.

Embarrassed, Grace peeked under her own panties to see that everything was now covered by a thick coat of fur. She pulled the shredded material away.

“Leave it on the ground. We'll get it tomorrow when we get your shoes.” Ann instructed.

As they trudged through the woods, they came upon a large chunk of granite. “This is Lika's rock. She's the matriarch of the red wolf pack, and she's kind of my friend when I'm a wolf. I've learned a lot about female red wolves from spending time with her. You'll meet her when you've changed.”

Grace suddenly felt a jolt, and she seemed shorter. Her look of amazement led Ann to point out, “Yes, you're starting to shrink.”

Ann herself was changing swiftly, now sporting her own tail. She sniffed at the air and sprinted over to a tree. “I knew it. They made a kill last night.”

“You can smell that from far off?” Grace said, but as she inhaled deeply, she could detect the deer carcass quite plainly. As she came around to view it, she felt a hint of sadness for the animal, but she knew that was nature, cruel as she could be.

As if in answer to her thoughts, Ann, who was now bending on all fours and smelling at the carcass, explained, “We have to eat, Grace. Everything must eat.” Her stomach growled. “This is even starting to smell so good to me.”

“Ew. Dead meat?”

“We're hunters, Grace.”

“This kind of thing will make Mayor Landis change his mind?” Without thinking, Grace pulled off her shirt in annoyance, leaving her furry chest covered only in her bra.

“Tonight will make him a different man. Look, I changed Kevin's mind with the serum. He used to hunt. Now he's more against hunting than any animal rights activist. The only hunting he does is when he turns into a wolf!”

With another drop in her height, Grace hunched over, feeling a greater and greater urge to get on all fours, but she tried to ignore it. For some reason, the thought of going onto all fours while still human and having Ann looking on was shameful to her. Her ears blossomed into wolf ears, and she tried to scratch at them, but as her hands were now paws, she was not very successful. Ann smiled at this, going over to the changing girl and relieving her itch. Grace made a grateful groan deep in her throat.

“Let me get your bra off too. You won't be able to unhook it.” Ann's own hands were almost paws, so she had some trouble undoing the garment, but Grace was quite appreciative when she was released from its iron-like grip.

Going past a puddle, Grace paused to look down at herself. A beautiful wolf-like face stared back at her with round, golden eyes. She was more wolf than human, and the distinct ache in her spine was now forcing her onto all fours. She fell to the ground, only to push herself back up onto two legs. Ann shook her head. “Don't resist the changes, Grace,” she murmured.

When Grace surrendered, she wondered why she had fought, for the end of the transforming process seemed more stimulating than anything else. It was also rather amusing that Ann, only minutes behind on her changes, simply sat by watching her metamorphosis with approval.

A loud growl escaped Grace's snout, and she knew she wouldn't be speaking again for twenty-four hours. She remained frozen, feeling her very insides become wolf, and then all was still.

Ann, now perhaps ninety-nine percent changed, came up and nudged her, making encouraging sounds, but Grace was too entranced with her new body to move. How different it felt to be an animal! Her coat was smooth and beautiful! Her hearing was beyond what any human could hear, her sight was so clear, her sense of smell...

The deer carcass odor was in the air, and it didn't smell half bad...

Ann emitted a howl of victory into the air, and Grace did too. And this time, Grace's howl was strong, proud, and completely lupine.



They spent the next twenty-four hours exploring every nook and cranny of the woods. Ann knew where to go and what areas to avoid. They saw creatures that Grace had never seen in the wild – cougars, skunks, owls – they were all visible with a wolf's eye.

And a whole secret world had been opened to Grace. As a human, traipsing through the night woods would scare everything away. As a wolf, however, more creatures were about. Ann led them to a wolf's den, and they were welcomed in by a beautiful red she-wolf, who had just given birth to four beautiful kits.

This must have been Lika, for she invited Ann in like a sister. She gave a small growl at Grace, but Ann communicated somehow that Grace was no threat, and Lika allowed her inside.

Ann inspected the kits with the eye of a veterinarian, and, seeing that all were healthy, she made another grunt to Lika and exited the den. Grace followed, loath to leave the breathtaking sight, but she awaited her further adventures with great anticipation.


There was a scuffle ahead. Ann nudged Grace into the underbrush with her paw and listened. Then a set of joyous howls met their ears, and Ann rolled her eyes. She picked up a stick and traced “Kevin” in the dirt. They entered a clearing where two impressive male Mexican grays tussled playfully with each other. Ann made a howl which raised the hackles on both males' backs until Kevin recognized them. He then raced over to Ann, batted at her like a kitten, then darted off.

Ann shook her head in disdain, rolling her eyes at Grace again.

The other wolf, obviously the Mayor, didn't seem to know what to make of the females until Ann traced “Hi Uncle George” in the dirt. Then he started to make an odd grunting sound. Ann eyed him strangely until he traced “I'm laughing” in the dirt.

“Like being wolf?” Ann traced back.

“Amazing” was his answer.

Kevin darted back. “Let's run!” he traced. And with a collective yowl, all four wolves darted into the night.



Near morning, Kevin and his uncle brought down a deer and invited the females to dine. Ann joined them without a thought. Grace was hesitant, but her wolf instincts made her yearn for the fresh meat, and she was so hungry...

Wiping her mind of any human thought, she allowed her wolf-self to take over, and she ate with zest.

After a long nap in the strengthening sun, Ann roused her, pointing to the dirt. “Changing back”, she had scratched into it. She held up her front leg, which was beginning to lose fur. Grace's spirits fell; she could see her own changes were farther ahead than Ann's.

But she was very grateful for this experience – she had never felt so free. Being among the wolves and learning of their lives made her want to help them; what would the world be if there were no more red wolves?

Grace resolved to be a volunteer.



They made their way back to the conservatory, changing with each step. They picked up Grace's shoes, her shredded underwear, and the rest of their clothing, which was wet from the morning dew. When they were able to speak once more, Ann queried, “Was it all you thought it would be?”

Grace's snout was shortening, her mouth and throat were becoming human... “Yes....it was unimaginable...I want to help. I want to get involved with you guys! I want to do everything!”

Ann laughed at Grace's enthusiasm. This experience seemed to have pulled the college girl out of her shell a bit too. “Be a volunteer!”

“Where do I sign up?!”



When they entered the building, Grace was human, and Ann was a rather hirsute woman with pointy ears and a nub left where her tail had been. Neither seemed to care much that they were naked.

Nonchalantly, Ann pulled two robes from a hook by the door. She threw one to Grace and draped one over herself. “I usually get back here before I'm completely human so I don't have the naked problem.”

Grace's eyes bulged out as she looked down at herself. “Oh, I forgot!” she cried, swiftly and clumsily pulling on the robe. “Gosh, I have no underwear! Mine was shredded!”

“We're totally prepared for this.  We've got plenty,” Ann said, ruffling through a closet and pulling out a brand-new wrapped packet marked 'size 6'. “Looks like these should fit you.” She tossed them to Grace.

The back room door opened, and Mayor Landis and Kevin entered, both fully human. “So that was you guys, huh?” bellowed the mayor in a deeply joyous voice. “What beautiful females! Had I been in that body much longer, I might have–”

“Hey, enough of that, Uncle George!” Kevin winked at them and guided Mayor Landis away from them.

“I'm going to contribute two million to you guys, and we'll start up a fund, and you should get more publicity...” The front door slammed behind them, and Ann made a thumbs-up sign.

“I think we accomplished what we set out to do. Too bad it took so long to get Mayor Landis over here for it!” She tossed a Wolf Conservatory T-shirt at Grace. “Souvenir for you,” she said.

Grace inhaled deeply, fingering the shirt. The mayor was truly like a new man. No longer was he the gruff, nasty politician she knew from local news broadcasts. He seemed reborn, a nature-lover all the way. “You guys are amazing. Where did you get this serum stuff?” she questioned, pulling on her own shirt. It was surprisingly large on her, and she frowned in frustration.

“Oh, you're still not up to your full height yet. Sometimes that lags a bit, I notice. It'll come.” Ann drew closer to her. “Listen, as I said, you can write about whatever you want, but nothing about being a wolf. Don't mention it to anyone.”

As Grace drew on her still-baggy pants, she continued to thank Ann profusely. “I want to do more than volunteer. Can I work here? What can I do?”

“Well, we give all kinds of classes and lectures to teach people about wolves. You can lead one of those, although you'll need some more wolf experiences for that.”

“That's fine. I have all summer to be a wolf, if you want.”

Ann raised her eyebrows. “Are you volunteering?”

“For what?”

“A longer-acting serum?”

Grace jumped up excitedly. “I can be one all summer?”

“Possibly.”

“Accepted!”

“There's one thing with that, though.”

“What? Anything?”

“You might end up with kits.”

Grace hesitated only seconds. “I'd love that. And the sooner, the better.”



As Grace forced herself to leave, she noticed Erin was sipping at a mug. “How's the coffee?” she tossed off airily to the girl.

“Fine,” uttered Erin, scratching her arm with gusto.

Grace smiled. Nature was calling its next wolf.

                                                                                                                                                                       


Another wolf TF, this time from a conservation angle!  Thanks to internmatt for the commission & ideas!
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Girls (mecha musume) dipped in the blood of a crushing defeat ...
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it's just the kind of awesome movie,with gentleman fighting, classic spy genre ,and most beautiful explosion scene I'd ever seen!
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and so i'm back with new pictures from my project -> www.facebook.com/the.kingdom.o…
i'll eventually do a journal post about it

and now something different, but is still part of the project kinda weird right?
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:o! Doodle of one of my villains from City of Heroes, HADES M. YAY CYBORG. Might do my other villain, or me hero, but this on is my fav. PINK EYEPATCH

*wastes your time*
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HI FERRIS. HAVE A NICE NAP?

Marcus found him in the Lysyman Netherworld. He was sealed there for crimes against the continent. The original Fenru can come out of his fingers so sealed his arms in the wall. His arms have long since disintegrated. He uses four spider-legs/flesh-hooks as hands now. And Fenru (Ruken is his original name) comes out of his stumps.

HE CAN BE A CANNIBAL YES.

Fenrir and characters (c) Me
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Tumblr Ask: Why those colors and that cut?

Raze: You see what crazy ass colors and forms your hair takes after people and mythical monsters "accidentally" get their fluids in there a few thousand times.

As per the polls wishes this was next up in line behind Jinx the not so loose Cannon. this took WAAAY too long honestly. Enjoy Raze, better on to the next one you peeps demanded.

How do you like Razeal's new? Glad to see that after my change to SAI I can still keep my ridiculous barely wet/oily rainbow style.

Oh and as always Sign Her Here, Please X_________________

I'll Add her updated Bio here later...

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Razeal's Sweet Ass (Now 50% More Underwear) by SignHerePleaseB L A C K EDGED SAVIOR by SignHerePleaseSeksi Pinup Type Image by SignHerePlease
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Tis high time I brought her back. Abyss is an ancient slime, much like Kamorphia and born from a similar substance. Unlike my other slimes, Abyss is inactive most of the time due to the fact she is a summon creature, residing in the vacuum of space until called upon. She answers only to the truly strongest, particularly her favorite being the Herald of the Void, Kuragari. Being the 'void slime' she is, is has power over space and gravity. Primarily, she can teleport and summon rend areas of space to create small rifts to draw in her opponents. A particularly frightening ability is that she is able to expand her mass through out an entire single area and manipulate the gravity of the selected room. Sucked inside of her slime, they're drawn into the vacuum of space and then deposited back out. The brief period spent in effectively paralyzes them for a bit from the lack of oxygen and heat.
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Level 1
5 Hours

Rough.
Questionable.
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Another original character of mine. Her name means Southern fortress. This is another addition to my roster of characters made specifically for art trades: Ark Infinity. She's a shape shifting demon who can completely change her shape and size of her whole body or specific body parts.
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Right now I'm offering any and all commissions at half price, at first for 24 hours, and now for the remainder of the weekend... 72 hours of commission crazyness!!!
(More info here: [link])


This naughty devil girl is for :icongrimagix:
He requested a succubus, or devil girl, leaning down with flames rising behind her...
If you want to see the full details, you'll have to request your own ;)

Get those commissions in, note me now! :)
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Hope you dig it!
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A beautiful angel from heaven rides a mean beast from hell. This image has been used as the poster for the Liquid Steel custom motorcycle show in Charlotte, NC.
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Oui, pas tres original, et puis ça n'est pas mon couple preferé, mais j'avoue que j'adore les dessiner ensemble, ils sont tellement mignons ^_^
Oui, je saiiiis, la jupe d'Hermione est treeees courte... mais c'est pour montrer ses jolies jambes ;)

*Yep, not very original, and it's not my favorite coupple, but I must admit I loooove drawing them together, they are so cute ^_^
Yeahhhh, I knoooow, Hermione's skirt is reaaaaalllllyyyy shooooort... but its to show her pretty legs ;)*
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Hermione wears a Judas Priest t-shirt!!xD

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T-T my first...and LAST attempt at hp fanart. god its horrible. the body positions and preportions are the only good thing about it.

i skrewed up the CGing, Draco looks like a GURL, and 'Mione doesnt even look like Hermione!! UGH!!! :faint: *falls over*

*mutters* never again... never again.... NEVER!!!
^^; okie im done ranting....

This pic was inspired by my first hp fanfic "When pain is all you feel" [link]


Hermione Granger + Draco Malfoy (c) J.K.Rowling
horrible art, that i wish wasnt mine (c) me
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Okay :) :

1 | Anime style.
2 | Draco and Hermione (they belong to Jo Rowling!).
3 | Wasn't inspired by anyone or anything.
4 | Draco's bare chest... yeah, u huh *melts*.
5 | Worked long hours.
6 | Used grass brush for the bg.
7 | Made with Photoshop 7.0
8 | 'Lumos' font.
9 | I like Draco's shoes! :D
10 | Comments appreciated :)
11 | Take care y'all! :D
12 | P.s. I finished my final exams today! YESSS!

Characters (c) J.K. Rowling
Drawing (c) meh <3 ^_^
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This picture didn't turn out as I expected and I'm not very satisfied with it, but I decided to submit it anyway... (poor Pansy! ;p)
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Of course I couldn't resist... *whisper* .. v v

Originally ... I was only going to make her a Bokoblin, that big red demon-looking monster there. But then the suggestion of using masks like in Majora's mask was hard to pass up. I could have her be a Gerudo AND a bunch of different things. Swweeeet...

Also... C'mon.. Just look at that Deku scrub... So adorable and grouchy.
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This is Onyx, my OC :p. She's a black mare with a tough attitude with a sweet side for human. 
I used references for this drawing, I'm still trying to get used to my tablet and SAI, definitely a great drawing program.
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Hehehe, just a little drawing I did for fun, been trying to work with gradient, but still struggling using it properly :p
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Hey people! Not so long ago I found some art made by an artist named Zunta (you can easily find him on pixiv). This is a woman in a hentai he made, I just couldn't resist color her :D

He doesn't do much muscles girls art (which is disappointing seeing how awesome they are) but his pixiv page is still impressive and cool :)

Here's Zunta pixiv page for those who are interested
[link]
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Granado Espada - Lionel

A recruitable NPC in MMORPG game Granado Espada.

Elite officer from Vespanola. Currently working in Byron and a popular guy on the island. He has mastered military science, and is an expert in squad battle.

Character model and texture are belong to IMC Games.
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Granado Espada - Selva
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Granado Espada - Levin

Render with 3Ds MAX and VRay (´・ω・`).

Character model and texture are belong to IMC Games.
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had the urge to doodle cliff from harvest moon
i am playing the boy&girl ver again~
and i'm targeting cliff!! hshshshs :isonuhuhuhuplz:
he's so cute and sweet i'm just gonna..
i drew him slightly different tho ;;;
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Saw some cool outfits at the mall and got inspired
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Some easy zoro collage
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Winner of latest character poll: Roronoa Zoro from One Piece. One of my favorite One Piece characters ^^

This one took aages to make xD

Character (c) Eiichiro Oda
Art/animation by me
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Chibi Roronoa Zoro! >w<

Zoro is my most favorite anime character! He is so manly and awesome ;w;

his pose here is... strange...

Zoro © Oda Eiichiro
Art © me
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Sanji vs Roronoa Zoro


    If you love Eiichirō Oda's long-running One Piece these are definitely for you.

    If you watch One Piece you definitely know the fact that
    Sanji and Zoro are most of the time arguing on small things and sometimes they fight. though nobody wins :aww:

    I just wanted to share this small animation that shows their argument as seen in the anime/manga :D

    Love it? Add your comments and :+fav:.
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