Of Cervine Beauty

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by TujoThePanda

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Of Cervine Beauty

Trestons Park was but one of many such scenic vistas to behold throughout the city of New Haven, showcasing a departure from the overwhelming expanse of urban sprawl that had grown to culminate on the blight of metropolitan architectural design. Surrounded on all sides by those tall stoic walls of gray stone were the embellishments of all things natural and organic. Choice of which were the presence of trees to comprise the small forests littering the park, coupled with the lone trees to grow few and far apart from one another. Their pleated brown surfaces of dense bark enveloped thick knotty trunks, growing tall to sport what gnarled branches drew into those dense canopies of leaves in huddled masses of green. Emerald green fields of grass were crossed only by those wayward paths lain in cobblestone and cement that marked their hard stony surfaces, omnipresent and lush. Beyond the natural beauty to be show-cased here, there were the omnipresent signs of the metropolis that had grown to proliferate across the city limits, what towering buildings matched with the monolithic sky scrapers peaking out from beyond the canopies of leaves or the tops of those standing walls.

It was in the wide circular arc to pass over the sprawling city-scape that the sun cast its omnipotent shine across all to meet the warming cascade of light, enveloping all in the omnipresent shine. Uplifting of spirit and welcoming in its warmth, it was but one of the comforts of an altogether pleasant ambiance afforded here. And bathed in the day glow of the suns infinite light there stood a figure amidst the fields of grass, million fold blades of emerald green swaying gently in the passing wind. With its passing there drew a chorus of the rustling of leaves as those canopies were stirred by the passing gale, a sense of ethereal beauty to be found here by her lonesome, left alone and apart from any other.

Bereft of anything in the means of clothing or attire to veil her otherwise nude form, she stood brash and brazen amidst the open field of the grassy meadow. Her body seemed to squeeze inwards in the midst of but another passing gale, a faint chill trailing the length of her spine as she shuddered but once in exposure to such cold. But it was in the presence of an onlooker that she gently raised her chin, blinking twice in mute surprise. “Oh, hello..~” She finally spoke in breaking the silence, straightening herself and assuming a far more normative stance in posture. And with a certain gleam to her eye in taking on a neutral expression, her lips curled in a more bashful smile in receiving the newfound onlooker. Her arm drew out to extend and then curl, her wrist and fingers set in a somewhat awkward wave, the other since tucked behind her.

The textured contours of her face were sculpted in such a way as to accommodate an altogether narrowly protruding muzzle, tipped by that pert dark brown nose. What enclosure made up her snout in sporting twin rows of sharp incisors was soon revealed in that affably toothy grin. And to the sharp incline that sported the edges of her face and head, it was over the crest of her muzzle that she stared out, eyes shown bright in the color of auburn in a more open gaze. From the expanse of her head did thick strands of white hair trail down along the length of her skull, twin pointed ears peaked atop her head in poking out. Set between her eyes and the better part of her uppermost face was the white band to offset the khaki colored coffee brown in tonal variations in fur patterning.

Lithe and thin of build as she was, that all encompassing hour glass figure was complimented well by an altogether narrow waistline and those bulging hips, the femininity in look and form readily conveyed in raw beauty. The great expanse of her chest burst out in rounded curvature from the thick tufts of fur that formed a sort of crest at its center, thick strands trailing down much like her hair. All across her body was a dense coat of fur to completely envelope her form, cast in the color of a warm coffee brown, glowing in iridescence by the suns eternal light. Offset only by the color of white to hug about the strip at the center of her face, beneath her chin, all the way down to the recesses between her legs, and the small whisp of that flared tail trailing behind her. Hoofish fingers ended her paws, dainty and small, in similar composition as her cloven feet ended beneath her.

Today, she tried for something completely new to her. Free from such physical restraints as clothing or attire to veil her form, she availed herself to the world. Admittedly pushing the envelope on what might otherwise be considered socially acceptable, it was not illegal outright for her to be nude as it might have been for a human. Whatever the case, it was certainly unusual for an anthropomorphic in such a civilized day and age to shed their clothing completely, save for those instances of species-specific limitations (ie porcupines or hedgehogs). And even then, the practice was frowned upon at best, especially at such a public places as a city park. In her case, however, she had long since been prone to doing things in such an unpredictable and erratic manner in trying new things, and in some cases, just to see the reaction of those around her as such.

Her name was Peteya Llscaryn, being a cervine residing in the city of New Haven. A fairly typical anthropomorphic with the choice privilege of being a citizen of the progressively modern nation of Sienna, life was more or less a simple thing. A more or less ordinary girl with a broad variety of interests to occupy her time, she presented herself as more a free spirited loner whose retinue of friends were more akin to a wide variety of acquaintances. She spent varying lengths of time with those people that meant the most to her, be they impressionable upon her mode of thought or character in being the influences they exerted upon her. This was largely through the ideology that they conveyed, a cause that they fastidiously worked towards, or the artwork that they used to convey their more subtle meanings. It was to this end that Peteya ingratiated herself to the more artistic side of the city, resting largely on the fringes of the strip and old town. There was no hint of malice or antipathy about her form, though she readily acknowledged such things existed in a city such as this. And it was perhaps through morbid curiosity that she vested her interests in time and effort in exploring the various avenues through which the more sinister elements at play existed, largely through the rumors that circulated of magic being borne from the hearts and minds of cults that had grown to manifest their presence throughout the city.

Her fascinations in the paranormal were something that were lesser known about her, gleamed only by the occasional novel tucked away in her messenger bag and long nights spent poring over books at the library. Being something of a dabbler and an enthusiast of the occult works of famous writers and rustics such as Johannes Laramay and Drevon C. Kevalt, there was the wonder if such things could truly exist in a world in which contemporary science and learned thought had seemingly prevailed over superstition and “magic”. What began as a blind hope turned to a desire for something other than the mundane and the normative existence on the face of the world, but in truth, Peteya would have more preferred peace and order over what anarchy and chaos could potentially wreak havoc on the civilized world. For in due time would she begin to discover that not all was as it appeared to be, and that there were indeed secrets to be uncovered here in the city. Her trek throughout city limits and beyond would necessitate aid from her friends and acquaintances, but also those lone strangers that proved to be of particular value in thought and esoteric knowledge to be passed unto her. Being a girl of modest means in form and ability, however, it would soon prove difficult to move on with such struggles to face in the coming days.

Commentary: I'd taken a newfound initiative this year to try and get more uploads done, getting in some practice and trying new things with each completed submission. This is just one of several new female characters to be finished. First “important” named deer character, as while I had concepts down earlier, nothing had ever been made official in my stories to date. Enter Peteya.

The picture itself was something of an experiment, in which I put it through the wringer (IE photoshop elements) to try and enhance the color. Comparisons with the original showed a deterioration in the overall quality of the pictures colors, but a much more vibrant contrast in colors than the washed-out color schema of the original. Also went back to Paint Tool Sai to play around with the hues and saturation a bit more, tweaking the final image a tad. Shocking how I went so long without editing the picture anymore than I do through drawing or coloring it, and yet such enhancements were readily available to me all this time.

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