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Walking down a country road shortly after a storm has passed under the clear light of the moon, you hear two voices and laughter, the sound of a several hundred horsepower engine revving and dying, the playful yelp of a woman's voice.

When you round the corner, you only see a woman, however, knelt in front of an F150 pickup truck, both of them covered in mud. She looks over her shoulder at you with an expression that suggests you've interrupted something, sending you hurriedly on your way.

Who was the second voice?

Rusti and Beast playing in the mud. An image that took me forever and a day to finish, and I'm still not sure I'm entirely satisfied, but it will do.

Acrylics and colored pencils here and there on bristol board.

Description
Walking down a country road shortly after a storm has passed under the clear light of the moon, you hear two voices and laughter, the sound of a several hundred horsepower engine revving and dying, the playful yelp of a woman's voice.

When you round the corner, you only see a woman, however, knelt in front of an F150 pickup truck, both of them covered in mud. She looks over her shoulder at you with an expression that suggests you've interrupted something, sending you hurriedly on your way.

Who was the second voice?

Rusti and Beast playing in the mud. An image that took me forever and a day to finish, and I'm still not sure I'm entirely satisfied, but it will do.

Acrylics and colored pencils here and there on bristol board.