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Michelle Thomas
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2D Animator | Concept Artist | Illustrator

Recently Graduated from the Southwest University of the Visual Arts with a Bachelors in Animation I am an artist looking to peruse a job in either Dreamworks or Ubisoft. Although I am currently working at Pizza hut I occupy my free time with working on 3 major personal projects; my two graphic novels "Legacy of the Night", and "Awaken", and my short film "Little Lion Girl". For more infomation on me and my work please visit my website bellow.
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How to say Goodbye by DawnFrost
How to say Goodbye
"She got up slowly and padded over to his side without a word. She curled up next to him, snuggling into his soft, fluffy fur and laid her head gently on his front leg, the way she used to lay next to Mother. She closed her eyes and let his comforting scent and warmth envelop her, slowly allowing it to ease away the tension in her frayed nerves and the raw pain within her heart. She sniffed as they lay there quietly together, her tears easing as her emotions slowly came back under control. Something clicked in her mind then. While she might have lost Mother, her only real family, she still had a family in her friends. Varrick was her family now. The other members of the pack who also cared for her as one of their own, they were all her family now and she would hold onto them as tight as she could. That way, she would never truly be alone."

Passage by L-Young 
How to say goodbye




My gosh I nearly had a spas attack drawing Varrick's lil ears. But no, serious somber picture is very serious ... and somber. Varrick is comforting lil Echo after the death of her mother. If you're curious about the finch feather I highly recommend reading the rp that's linked above. Not only will you find the answer but L-Young's parts are just phenomenally heartbreaking and beautifully written. 


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Craster by DawnFrost 
Voodoo by cosandk
Summery: While wondering through the dark sewers in search of medical aid Craster bumps into another lost soul called Voodoo. 
Common goals bring the two together in order to find a way out.


Craster
'Vacuous, inattentive, flippant, boorish mongrels!'
 Craster spat and cursed the base born faction with such heated vulgar he started to tremble. No assistance had been offered to the buck since his collapse into the under world. No cordial greeting, no considerate offer of aid or assistance. No, he laid there bleeding and begging like some whelp for hours, possibly days. 

Time was no longer accountable with the both the loss of light and drifting consciousness. Though as time drew on hatred skewed into anxiety. The buck feared his wounds would fester with out medical assistance. So despite the risk of bleeding out he dragged himself out of the rubble, and put his mind to finding his own aid. 

The darkness was intoxicating poison for the male, twisting every pipe and stone into a grotesque monstrosity. Never adventuring into the dark obis of the sewer Craster wasn't entirely sure what to expect down in the depths of it's bowels. What monsters lay wait in the shadows? It wasn't just the monsters that set him on edge though. He wasn't entirely sure he would even find anything to mend his wounds. He could be doomed to bumble his way through this maze till his blood runs too thin and death clams him.

Stumbling across a patch of moss bathed in a dappled light was almost too much for the buck to hope for. Reaching up a tentative paw the male patted the moss to make certain of its existence, then with a sigh of relieve he tore off a large scrap. The texture was different then what he was accustomed to, but after a quick examination he felt it would still hold up to the job. Settling down gingerly on the stones Craster went to the tedious task of dressing his wounds.



Voodoo
Voodo was calmly walking through the alley-ways of the town. She had been looking all night, but there was no sign of what she was after. The winds of the dawn were strong, pushing her along the alley when she stopped to rest. Leaves from the trees of gardens were blowing around, making it harder to see. She started to run, feeling a drip of water. The clouds had turned grey, the wind picking up. In her frantic rush, she didn't even see the open sewer grate and fell, diving down into the 'street' below. 

She hit the pavement. A sound so rough, it sounded like her bones broke. Her eyes were shut, the darkness filling in. She was unconscious.

Not much longer, and she woke up. Dazed and confused. She shook her head, limping as she got up. The tunnel was dark, making it seem large and small at the same time. She wanted to get out, but with her paw she couldn't. Voodoo started walking one way, hoping to find a way out. 



Craster
The breath was sucked out of the buck when a burst of thumps echoed down the walls, rattling the floor. His eyes fixated on the dark obis ahead with growing unease. His gaze wondered back to the blood trail he had left oh so neatly along the tunnel floor, and then quickly to the blood on his paws from the lesion across the nap of his neck that he was still trying to control. Grinding his teeth Craster racked his brain for a solution for his little predicament. Using his surroundings was his best chance for defense. He would need to find something to hinder his opponent, and he needed to do so fast as he had no way of knowing how long he had. 

Scrambling to find something of use his eyes finally fell on a patch of loose stones in the arch of the tunnel mouth. It would be difficult in his state, but it would do. Grabbing a large mouthful of moss for the road the buck went to work setting his trap.



Voodoo
VooDoo crawled forward, limping and leaving a slight blood trail behind from a wound that had been created when she fell. Her whole body was sore from the impact, but she had to carry on. Her knaves ear pricked forward as her unknicked ear stayed back, both listening for sounds. With no idea what could be down here, she had little hope of surviving. Finally she made it to an archway, a small,light at the top showing down. VooDoo looked around, feeling uneasy in the space. She could feel eyes on her from somewhere near.



Craster
Blinking off the initial shock of the absence of some terrible monstrosity Craster immediately started reanalyzing his situation. True this rat wasn't some atrocious ghastly beast, but she could still be a threat. A threat he felt a tad more adapt at handling though as he decided to interact with her. "So is this some normal occurrence down here in this hellish labyrinth?" he inquired, revealing himself behind a broken pipe supported haphazardly against the crumbling archway. "Unfortunate souls falling into its depths and being left to bumble in the darkness." He had put two and two together that it was her that made the large crashing sound, and by the wounds she carried it wouldn't be hard to guess she had fallen. Though if by accident or purpose he could not yet conclude.



Voodoo
VooDoo jumped, landing and making a small yelp sound. She had landed wrong, twisting the leg that she injured in the fall. The voice had surprised her, making her shrink down a bit. "Who said that? And where?" She was a little scared. In her state, she could easily be killed. Normally she wasn't injured when she met another being. Some dust, gravel-like, fell down from the top of the archway, covering the spot that a small mound had been creating. It made a small noise, which was eerie in the darkness. 



Craster
"Oh please girl, do you really think if I intended you harm I would give away my position by conversing with you first? Honestly." The buck spat exasperated by the doe's ignorance. "Now get out from under that archway before the stones decide to give way on their own accord. The last thing I need to be doing right now in my condition is digging you out of some cave in you were too stupid to avoid." With that last bit of friendly advice Craster gingerly made his way down into the open, wincing at the final drop to the sewer floor.

"Can you put any weight on that leg of yours girl?" He inquired very much peeved by her appearance. It was bad enough he had to tend to his own injuries with no supplies, now he needed to take care of her as well. This hell hole was just getting better and better. 



Voodoo
VooDoo moved, hearing what the buck had said. "Ok, ok." She shook her fur, the grit flying off. "I can put a little bit, but not as much i need to to walk." The doe laid her ears back, looking at him. The garnet on her chest seemed to shine a little bit, even in the dark. "You seem like you need to take care of your own before worrying about me. Its not the first time I've messed this leg up." her whiskers moved, sensing the bull near her. The smell of blood was strong here, which made her feel uneasy. 



Craster
"My list of injuries doesn't include a broken leg. Besides, most of mine have already been tended to as much as possible with what I have at hand."he hissed with malcontent. If he were home he would have all the supplies he could think of. His wounds would be cleaned and dressed in mere seconds. But he wasn't home, and dwelling on it wouldn't help his situation. "You my dear, need a splint. If I could just find, yes that'll do, and this, yes this will do nicely." the buck rambled picking up a few odds and ends from the rubble along the floor. "Well come here girl. Or do you want a gimp leg the rest of your life?" he spat impatiently. 



Voodoo
VooDoo limped over to him, still laying her ears back. "I'm coming I'm coming." She still seemed a little frightened, which was unusual. Her leg was swelled up a bit, dangling more then she walked on it. "If you can help, id love it...." She sighed quietly. VooDoo had to make sure to skirt around the pile on the floor, which was hard since it made her lean against her hurt leg.



Craster
"Don't put any weight on it! You'll distress the fracture more. Not that you probably haven't already by limping around this gutter like a fool." He harangued as she hobbled over to him. As soon as she was in reaching distance he pulled her over to him and ushered her to lay down on her side. His hands gentle but firm examined her injured leg acutely. Pulling here, squeezing there, and always keeping one hand tightly wrapped around her ankle to keep it secure. By the swelling and limpness he concluded it was with out a doubt fractured. With no bone sticking out or serious disfigurement he was able to rule out a compound fracture, and with it a risk of infection. No this appeared to be more along the lines of a stable fracture. Which meant it would heal quickly as long as she didn't ravage it more. The rest of her wounds seemed superficial, scraps and small cuts here and there. All in all not too bent out of shape. 

Happy with his examination the buck advanced to the treatment phase. He first began with a moss wrap giving the leg both cushion and support. Then he secured a nail he had found in place with a bit of twine around the leg. Once he was satisfied with his makeshift splint he moved on to cleaning up he cuts and bruises with some of the left over moss. 

"There now as long as you don't put any weight on that leg or blunder things up you should be good to go. Ice it if you can. And keep that splint on it! Don't take it off for at least a month." He instructed her sharply. For a moment he just stood there examining her face for any indication she would actually follow his instructions. After a brief moment he snorted and then stalked off down the tunnel.



Voodoo
VooDoo, surprised by all of this, just sat there while he worked. When he was done, she sat there, starring back. As he left, she felt something inside of her, which made her want to talk to him more. "Hey, wait!" She hobbled to her feet, keeping the leg off the ground so she didn't hurt it more, like instructed. VooDoo stood there, waiting for him to come back. "I-i don't live down here. I live up top....Is there anyway back up?" The question seemed small, but if it would keep him near her, she figured it may as well be said.



Craster
"Of course there is a way out you dense girl! That's not the the sphinx's riddle. What you should be asking is 'Where is the way out?' Now that's a conundrum." The buck harangued not bothering to cease his pursuit down the tunnel. The girl had legs, -3 good ones any way- if she wanted to shadow him let her use them. But he had his own mission that couldn't be bothered by any more hindrances. His cuts were much deeper than her's, and they needed herbs to keep infection from spreading. No doubt this tunnel was teeming with viruses and bacteria clawing at themselves to get inside his bloodstream. He would have to find some soon or he might be in for a rough night. 



Voodoo
VooDoo sighed, starting to follow. She didn't want to be alone down somewhere she didn't belong. Running with three legs was hard, but she eventually caught up enough to slow down and talk, though she barely did. "Well i guess first of all, i should ask is how did you get down here? Of do you live down here...?" She was quiet, unsure what all to say at that moment. He seemed annoyed with her, but she paid no mind. Having company was just enough, even if the other didn't want her around. "And your name...?" 



Craster
"I suppose this is the time when the two of us commence with idle chit chat. Getting to know one another and forming some sort of kinship that will undoubtedly be tested along our courageous misadventure through the haunting labyrinth we find ourselves in. And when we finally do break free of our confines we depart as jolly old friends." The buck sung with mocking interest. "Well let me tell you now girl, that is a tale I have read time and time again and find terribly dull. Now unless this saga has any loose nature where you feel so inclined as to partake in any intimacy with myself." he paused glancing back to gauge her reaction to his offer. "Which I think not, I'd like to put our minds toward the more pressing mater of finding this elusive way out." refocusing on the task ahead the buck paused at a fork in the tunnel. Lifting his nose to the air he bit back his disgust and attempted to decipher the best path to follow. 



Voodoo
"Well talking helps pass the time. And keeps things interesting. " VooDoo spoke, her words harsh. "That's something I've learned through years. It's how i passed the time when I was caught up as someone play-thing they call a pet. So if you want to make it seem like a bad thing fine. " she glared at him for a bit, but stopped and looked through the tunnels. She sat back, then stood on her hind legs, standing and squinting to look through each tunnel closely. She sniffed, her whiskers moving quickly. A small sound echoed through the tunnel on the right, which made her listen carefully. "I'd say go to the right....but by the sound of it, something down there doesn't want company. Plus, something my....person....always said was 'left is always right', so maybe there's some wisdom there. " She coughed, closing her eyes for a moment. Thinking back to those days was awful, but there were a few good ones.....though not many. One was of a time when she was let out of her cramped cage for a bit, and while she was out she happened to come upon her owner playing a game. 'Left is always right.' He spoke into the headset. It was a distant memory, but it was a good one. One she wished to keep forever. 



Craster
Craster gave a side ways glance at the doe, slightly impressed by her affirmation; though he'd never willingly admit it. Though his admiration dwindled when she openly stated that her choice of direction was based upon some human's silly saying. Left was not always right, and it was incredibly foolish to put such stock in it. "What sort of saying is that? Left is always right? Your nose is always right; And your ears and eyes, most certainly not some human!" He lectured heatedly. Though he had heard the nose as well and did not fancy running into any hindrances bigger than the doe beside him. "I've half a mind to go right just to prove you false. However my EARS tell me the left is the way to go, as well as my nose. The air is less fowl down that way. But I swear if I hear so much as a cough of your brainless human and his ludicrous motto I'll bit your ears off! he threatened bearing his teeth at the doe before grumbling down the left tunnel. 



Voodoo
VooDoo silver her ears. "Well i'm sorry, Mr.Grumpy. That's just something i always heard. I don't believe it much, but some humans have enough wisdom. " she rolled her eyes. "And if you want to bite my ears off go ahead. It'd be better then having one with cuts that keep getting deeper every time I turn around." Her voice was sharp, but not as harsh as before. She followed him down the tunnel, looking both ways on the walls. "But you have yet to tell me your name or why your down here. I'm curious. If you don't tell me I'll keep talking about humans." Was that enough to pin him into talking? She hoped so. This buck sure seemed to keep things to himself. Ahead a soft glow came from above, but there was no way up to it. No latter. No rope. No pipes. Nothing. Just a hole that would let light in. 



Craster
Craster made a low humph sound in response to the doe's squabbles about her petty humans. He tried to focus on the task at hand but she just kept squawking. First about her ears and then about his name. It was enough to drive any sensible rat mad. He had half a mind to pin her down in a show of dominant aggression to try and persuade her into silence. Though just as he turned to glare at her a glint caught his eye. Returning his gaze forward he saw a light twinkled down ahead of them. Dismissing the girl from thought he rushed over to the dapple glow. 

The light was pouring down from a drainage opening a bit up; too high up for an injured rat to jump. Not at all perplexed by the puzzle the buck started looking around for items that could prove useful. Though he quickly found that there was very little items laying about, much less anything he could use. The was no rope, no broken pipes or pieces of wood, just a few bricks. Those might prove useful, though there weren't many, and they would need to be moved to be of any assistance. Moving something that heavy would not be an easy task either. Not one for giving in so easily Craster sat down in the middle of the alcove pondering their situation.

Bumbling in the Dark .:Part 1:.
Craster by DawnFrost 
Voodoo by cosandk

Summery: While wondering through the dark sewers in search of medical aid Craster bumps into another lost soul called Voodoo. 
Common goals bring the two together in order to find a way out.

PART 2 should be coming out soon

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Bear by DawnFrost
Bear
Portrait of a coworker's dog named Bear. 
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DasChocolate Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Professional Digital Artist
Totally have to snag a commission or hit you up for a trade one of these days. :la:
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cxtrlm Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2015  New Deviant Hobbyist Digital Artist
this lil fella looks like varrick!
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WindWing101 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2015
Your work is beautiful and has an almost Disney-style, artistic and animated feel. It's amazing, truly. :)
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wolfheartsprite Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
If you could donate/share www.youcaring.com/my-family-36… OR www.gofundme.com/vy32m8 for my family, I would be eternally grateful.  Each site caters to different countries.
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JinxDrawer Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Your art is amazing! I especially love your idea "Little Lion Girl". The video is amazing, and I would love to see the finished product. I do love the "'storybook' feel" of it. It really pulls on your emotions, if that makes any sense.
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SpicySpaghettio Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
So sorry I took so long to respond ): I did respond today though
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LASKANWLF Featured By Owner May 8, 2015  Professional Photographer
Thank you for adding A Field of Gold by LASKANWLF   to your faves Michelle!!  :huggle:  Please check out the REST of my gallery...you just never know what you'll find in there. :heart:~:gallery:  laskanwlf.deviantart.com/galle…

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Thanks for the :+fav: s :)
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Thanks for the favourite :)
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Goodness... thank you for all the likes!
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OpalWinter Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2014
I hope you have a wonderful birthday!Birthday Sis  
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Happy Birthday! :D :cake: :party:
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Happy birthday!!:happybounce: 
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Happy birthday birthday cake Fox+Wolf Glomp 
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