I have recently started drawing anthro art, but have been drawing all my life (my crayon-on-wall masterpeices were amazing to behold!). I have always identified with animals, and grew up on a farm. I have a fursona! I am a marten: cute and cuddly, but also will bite if you tick me off.
Ref sheet: http://www.sofurry.com/view/363360
This is my mate's fursona: http://www.sofurry.com/view/322727
Here is his profile: Tsar
I may take commissions in the future, so if you like my work, keep your eyes open :)
Tobias Severna made his way through the streets of Newport, enjoying the feel of the sun on his face and the hard cobblestones beneath his hooves. Sounds of daily bustle clashed in his wide ears, which flipped fore and aft with each shout and cry. The noise still felt alien to him, even after being back among civilization for two weeks now, and he wondered if he would ever again become used to being surrounded by people and fenced in by walls and buildings. That thought brought Tobias back to the reason he was in the city and his memory cast back to the previous afternoon. He could still hear the provisioner general's dry, impersonal words; "It has been deemed unbeneficial to the realm to fill your requisitions at this time of national strife". What a load of nonsense! Just another reason he enjoyed the company of the Tribal peoples as of late: they didn't talk their way around in circles, but said what they truly meant. But, circles or none, that didn't change the fact that he was stuck in Newport with no...