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A series of angry huffs puffed down with an unnatural chill that blew past them, sinking deeper than any cold wind could blow. It was as if the air breathed down upon them passed through their bodies, skin and bones alike, followed by a threatening rumble of that same ungodly squeal they had heard before.
Slowly and carefully, Thorax pulled back his hoof as he took a step away, his prior anger replaced with fear as he held his face again.
“They don’t like to be looked at,” he whispered. “…or talked to… If we stay much longer, the dark ones might come.”
More grunts, snarls, and those nasty squeals called out from above but seemed less aggravated than before, yet seemed to draw closer, along with an icy chill swirling in overhead. All Spitfire could do was march forward, staring at Thorax’s hooves and the scuffs of tracks they left behind.
Bum bump. Bum bump.
[i]Huff. Huff. Huff.[/i]
Over the erratic beating of Spitfire’s heart, heavy breathing with exhales spewing polar chills colder than the eternal winter air of the frozen north they found themselves in were beating down on the back of her neck.
[i]Huff. Huff. Huff.[/i]
A long, drawn-in sniff of her mane pulled up the fine, freezing hairs. Her mouth dropped to scream, but she held her breath. Instead, she drew her eyes to search as far back as they could see, but again, she was warned.
“Don’t look back,” Thorax whispered, his eyes trained toward the narrow opening of an exit. “We can’t outrun them.”
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This image took me longer than expected. Primarily because Spitfire, her uniform, those goggles, and that huff of icy breath all had to be compiled together from seperate sources. Not only were they from seperate sources, none of them fit together or had matching light sources.
Of course, Perchance doesn’t know what a windigo is, so I had to make one up and get that semi-transparent trick to work again.
I also wasn’t able to comoplete stop Spitfire from “popping out” of the background, but I’m still pleased with her upgraded look.
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