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‘Slick Nick has whatever you are looking for, all your discrete desires, Nick can provide.’ Nick called out to passing mammals. The Summer carnival was a celebration, or it had meant to be, of tater years there seemed to be fewer and fewer mammals making their way to the rift valley and the shelter it provided. Snow drifts still filtered in from above blanketing every vendor in a light dusting of white. ‘If Nick doesn’t have it, than Slick Nick knows who does.’
It was all true enough, of the fifty vendors that were, now only a dozen remained. That and the character of the festival had change too, and not for the better. As always the festival brought with it those who thought they could profit with a little light fingered luck. Now though, there seemed to be a darker undertone of those in attendance. Hungry eyes flicked over his crates and promised wears. None of them dared to approach him unless to exchange a few words of pleasantries, perhaps even purchase a few articles. Smiling out at the crowd Nick knew he was protected, his name alone was enough to keep most of the petty thieves at bay, still there were always some entreasuring fools.

It then came as a surprise to him as a small hooded figure came up to his stand and placed a gray paw directly on one of his most valued crates of dried meats, leafing through them without any regard. Regaining his composure, Nick did his best to hitch up his smile, while beating down his irritation with the individual. ‘So, can I help you?’

Without looking up from the merchandise, ‘Are you still calling yourself ‘Slick Nick’? Stupid name, for a stupid fox.’

‘Hey, now just wait a moment!’ Nick protested, moving to confront the short offensive mammal, who finally looking up at him with the most brilliant of violet eyes.

‘Judy?’

‘Hello Nick.’

C.S. Notes: I wanted to kick around a little piece from a web comic project I have been working on: Zootopia: Arctic Drift, a darker alternate reality where the planet has entered into a premature ice age before civilization emerged from the iron age. This one takes place before any of the other comic pages, and was created for the purpose of drawing Nick before his decent into madness and the associated tragedies that followed.

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‘Slick Nick has whatever you are looking for, all your discrete desires, Nick can provide.’ Nick called out to passing mammals. The Summer carnival was a celebration, or it had meant to be, of tater years there seemed to be fewer and fewer mammals making their way to the rift valley and the shelter it provided. Snow drifts still filtered in from above blanketing every vendor in a light dusting of white. ‘If Nick doesn’t have it, than Slick Nick knows who does.’
It was all true enough, of the fifty vendors that were, now only a dozen remained. That and the character of the festival had change too, and not for the better. As always the festival brought with it those who thought they could profit with a little light fingered luck. Now though, there seemed to be a darker undertone of those in attendance. Hungry eyes flicked over his crates and promised wears. None of them dared to approach him unless to exchange a few words of pleasantries, perhaps even purchase a few articles. Smiling out at the crowd Nick knew he was protected, his name alone was enough to keep most of the petty thieves at bay, still there were always some entreasuring fools.

It then came as a surprise to him as a small hooded figure came up to his stand and placed a gray paw directly on one of his most valued crates of dried meats, leafing through them without any regard. Regaining his composure, Nick did his best to hitch up his smile, while beating down his irritation with the individual. ‘So, can I help you?’

Without looking up from the merchandise, ‘Are you still calling yourself ‘Slick Nick’? Stupid name, for a stupid fox.’

‘Hey, now just wait a moment!’ Nick protested, moving to confront the short offensive mammal, who finally looking up at him with the most brilliant of violet eyes.

‘Judy?’

‘Hello Nick.’

C.S. Notes: I wanted to kick around a little piece from a web comic project I have been working on: Zootopia: Arctic Drift, a darker alternate reality where the planet has entered into a premature ice age before civilization emerged from the iron age. This one takes place before any of the other comic pages, and was created for the purpose of drawing Nick before his decent into madness and the associated tragedies that followed.