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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 16, 2021 22:11:27 GMT -5
Got any? I recently did a comic of a short story a friend of mine told me (https://wcrpforums.com/thread/84408/godfather-death-page-comic) and it was really fun. I'm interested in changing more shorts into comics. If you're interested/have a suggestion, toss a link below.
(sort of prefer that the short story come from here or be on here. I would be posting the comic to my dA - with credit to the author and a link to the short story.)
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Post by Brownie on Aug 17, 2021 21:18:44 GMT -5
I have a short thing from literally 2014 that might fit the bill <3 It's small enough that it really only needs a few panels of action but should be pretty 2.16.14 A small brown she-cat stands in the snow, the wind stirring the white flakes around her. Each reflects a speck of the moonlight, making it seem as if the stars have come to the ground to watch the scene unfold. The breeze nips through her fur and the brown she-cat flinches against the harsh chill the wind brings. But she doesn't move out of the barren plain into the forest. She spots movement and her eyes flick over to it, focusing on the spot. Small indentations move across the snow, making a slight crunch as if a cat is walking there. But there is no cat. The pawprints move closer; the indentations marking a trail across the barren landscape. Still she does not move. Abruptly, the path of prints starts twisting around her, staying a tail-length away as they circle. The crunching of the packed snow inches its way around the still she-cat. She only swivels her head to follow the steps with her eyes as they move around her. Slowly, the pawprints draw towards where they had started. For a heartbeat, panic flickers across the she-cat's blue eyes before they narrow in determination. The leading print brushes against the first step, completing the circle. Suddenly, an eerie blue light flashes up, coming from each pawprint of the circle to create a wall around the she-cat. She stands there calmly, though her fur bristles on her shoulders and haunches. Whispers start to voice. The murmuring of many cats at once joined together in a single, high-pitch drone. The top of the ring of light starts curving overhead, blocking the stars. The whispers grow louder, a clamor over the movement of the light. Now it is a dome of flickering blue light with the she-cat standing at its center. Abruptly, the noise stops and the dome collapses in on itself, smothering the she-cat. But she is gone, only a circle of melted snow marking the place she once stood. All around, more domes start disappearing: red, green, silver.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 27, 2021 2:24:45 GMT -5
Oooo! Can't wait to tackle it!
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Sept 23, 2021 2:00:28 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 20, 2021 0:15:55 GMT -5
Boop
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 4, 2021 23:57:19 GMT -5
Bumping so I remember this.
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