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WOODROW
" Learn Medicine | Quest "
[ +2 (Quest), +2 (Collab) | Levelling ]
[ Background, Color, Shading / Final Effects (Grey) | Sketch, Lines (Takora) ]
Isra , was a canid who shared his love for the void of time that claimed the setting of the sun. Rowan could recall their first meeting, a time of which they had silently accompanied one another underneath a glittering ocean of stars. There had been no shooting stars to grace their shared presence, but even still Row had felt an acceptance from the other canid that he could only dream of. A dream he would refuse to ever admit aloud, but nevertheless present. Which is why when they once more met underneath their singularly shared sky, the brute couldn't find it within himself to refute nor ignore their company. Even with the brightness to both of their eyes amidst the reflective bounce of minimal light, Rowan was allowed to let his eyes wander over their lighter hued pelt in a slow curious repeating pattern, observing his compatriot as they spoke their request. Gathering medicinal for a brew, they had spoken. Row didn't hold back the bluntness of his following words, letting them know in no uncertain circumstances that he had no clue as to what to do in regards to 'medicine' or even which herbs to gather for it.

Luckily, all Isra desired was his company and a lent paw for gathering and eventual brewing. So, they had gone about-- plucking various herbs he considered no more than simple ferns but for some reason were apparently much more than just mere flora. It was when they finally reached the portion of their time delegated for brewing that Rowan's seated mass rumbled in brief amusement due to the twisted expression upon his oppositely colored companion-- no doubt due to the... unfortunate smell of the pasted mixture they had supplemented. Humming, the edges of his gums curved into a smirk, "I believe I prefer the scent of you over..", he paused, sunset eyes peering down before catching back onto the grimaced expression of Isra as they crept closer to plant the final piece of their herbal puzzle together, "... well, this." And it was with that comment made and with Isra's mouth freed from what Row (still) considered mere herbs, that the lighter-pelted beast began to mumble and ramble-- eyes averted and head still ducked low.

Familiarity ran over him with the reminder of them doing just that the last time they were within each others shared presence-- and slowly, hidden by the dark, his smirk grew wider.
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Art © GreyMist & TakoraBelathor

Please do not replicate this character in any way.
You DO NOT have permission to use my art for AI / NFT-related things.

Description

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WOODROW
" Learn Medicine | Quest "
[ +2 (Quest), +2 (Collab) | Levelling ]
[ Background, Color, Shading / Final Effects (Grey) | Sketch, Lines (Takora) ]
Isra , was a canid who shared his love for the void of time that claimed the setting of the sun. Rowan could recall their first meeting, a time of which they had silently accompanied one another underneath a glittering ocean of stars. There had been no shooting stars to grace their shared presence, but even still Row had felt an acceptance from the other canid that he could only dream of. A dream he would refuse to ever admit aloud, but nevertheless present. Which is why when they once more met underneath their singularly shared sky, the brute couldn't find it within himself to refute nor ignore their company. Even with the brightness to both of their eyes amidst the reflective bounce of minimal light, Rowan was allowed to let his eyes wander over their lighter hued pelt in a slow curious repeating pattern, observing his compatriot as they spoke their request. Gathering medicinal for a brew, they had spoken. Row didn't hold back the bluntness of his following words, letting them know in no uncertain circumstances that he had no clue as to what to do in regards to 'medicine' or even which herbs to gather for it.

Luckily, all Isra desired was his company and a lent paw for gathering and eventual brewing. So, they had gone about-- plucking various herbs he considered no more than simple ferns but for some reason were apparently much more than just mere flora. It was when they finally reached the portion of their time delegated for brewing that Rowan's seated mass rumbled in brief amusement due to the twisted expression upon his oppositely colored companion-- no doubt due to the... unfortunate smell of the pasted mixture they had supplemented. Humming, the edges of his gums curved into a smirk, "I believe I prefer the scent of you over..", he paused, sunset eyes peering down before catching back onto the grimaced expression of Isra as they crept closer to plant the final piece of their herbal puzzle together, "... well, this." And it was with that comment made and with Isra's mouth freed from what Row (still) considered mere herbs, that the lighter-pelted beast began to mumble and ramble-- eyes averted and head still ducked low.

Familiarity ran over him with the reminder of them doing just that the last time they were within each others shared presence-- and slowly, hidden by the dark, his smirk grew wider.
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Art © GreyMist & TakoraBelathor

Please do not replicate this character in any way.
You DO NOT have permission to use my art for AI / NFT-related things.