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Sometimes she does have the time sense of a dog..

What happens when a hunter only catches a petite andromorph deer-girl during hunting season! I'm experimenting with the new comic program which let's me make more comics in a shorter time. So expect more comics going forward!

I've coded a program for doing shorter series with images from my generations. Here's a first test for how it turned out. Still a work in progress but might enable me to do more series and comics with longer form content, enjoy! : )

More world building in this one in the land's of Nordmark!

She has her ways to clear your mind and get the task done!

By the time we reached her hut, night had fully fallen over the jungle. The world was shadow and sound—alien and alive. Insects sang in strange, layered rhythms, clicking and chirping in pulses that echoed through the trees like an unseen orchestra. Something heavy-winged beat overhead now and then,

The walk through the jungle lasted the entire day. At first, I thought it would be a short trip—just a clearing or two. But the path she led me on wove deep into the green, twisting through undergrowth thick with unfamiliar plants and massive roots that curled like sleeping serpents across the fores

You woke to the sound of waves lapping against the shore, a rhythmic hush that felt like the ocean trying to soothe your battered body. Your mouth was dry, your limbs heavy. Pain radiated through your ribs with each breath. Just a few feet away, crouched low to the ground on all fours like a predato

Back at camp, the firelight danced low and sullen between the rows of worn leather tents, each one a relic of battles past. Your old legion company, grizzled and lean, had welcomed you with the quiet nods of men who no longer wasted words. Familiar faces, older now, scarred and silent, still carried

We emerged beneath from the dungeon after midnight. She stopped at the threshold, where shattered stone gave way to starlight and wind. The mountain’s flank was bare here—windswept, lichen-scarred, nothing but sky above and the black forest below. The night hung like a velvet curtain, thick with sta

I didn’t come for glory to these parts of the empire. I came for what soldiers come for when the war ends and the coffers run dry: something to sell. The locals didn’t speak of Tareth-Az. Not directly. They called it The Deep Place, or the Vault That Whispers. I heard the name in a backwater tavern,

Buff Coyote girl at the gym encounter

The evening had that soft, golden-hour glow that only shows up at the end of summer — warm air, long shadows, the sky fading slowly from pale blue to amber. You were leaning against the railing outside your building, half-watching people drift past on the street below, when your phone buzzed. Andrea

She wasn’t human. That much was obvious from the start. I met her at a private gathering in Shibuya — the kind of place where Tokyo’s fringes gathered behind soundproof doors to exchange secrets and vices. The air was thick with tobacco, incense, and the scent of something older, almost pagan. She s

When you find out not all green flasks are stamina potions!

The last days of summer didn’t announce themselves — they just crept in. The light hit different, longer shadows stretching across the pavement by late afternoon The afternoon sun cut through the park trees like gold dust, catching in the last hints of summer. You were lounging on your usual bench,

ch. 2

A little ongoing comic project about the world after the Ascending!