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(Starlit dreams)
Foxy had a bit too much Krupnik...

my second entry for OC-Challenge's contest, Bright lights!-
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My OCs Foxy von Schwarzfeld and Yseult Vindreiter, again.
Yseult is from the North of Vulpasia, and Foxy from the Central Highlands. Spot the Lederhosen xD anyway, Yseult wears something close to the traditional dress of Kraków, for the North is based on Poland. Foxy... Well, although in the real world he would be Prussian, I felt the need to reveal that embroidery on his leather breeches xD

Now we hear the soldiers' singing

Louder than a brass bell ringing

With chiming steel to play the tune

As they march through midnight, dawn and noon.

They've tempers sharp and quick as sabres

Quick to fight with rowdy neighbours

And spend the dark and lamp-blushed night

With a chorus of glass in candlelight.

They lay out in the snow and cold

And round them snowflakes drift and fold

Around their drowsy eyes and faces

Windswept from all winter's graces.

Sometimes, though, they look quite grim

Though their fur's all fine, their coats all trim

For people say to never dance with a lynx

As it'll lure you back and forth and slink

Back to its lair through the stars and snow

And that's just how a soldier's dance will go.

So leave them sleep in gathering frost
For when dawn breaks their dreams are lost.

No matter how hard he tries, Foxy's dreams will remain a fantasy.

Sorry about the bad camera quality... Hopefully you can still make out the names of the alcohol beside the wall?
Materials used - watercolour, ink, salt

Description
(Starlit dreams)
Foxy had a bit too much Krupnik...

my second entry for OC-Challenge's contest, Bright lights!-
oc-challenge.deviantart.com/jo…
My OCs Foxy von Schwarzfeld and Yseult Vindreiter, again.
Yseult is from the North of Vulpasia, and Foxy from the Central Highlands. Spot the Lederhosen xD anyway, Yseult wears something close to the traditional dress of Kraków, for the North is based on Poland. Foxy... Well, although in the real world he would be Prussian, I felt the need to reveal that embroidery on his leather breeches xD

Now we hear the soldiers' singing

Louder than a brass bell ringing

With chiming steel to play the tune

As they march through midnight, dawn and noon.

They've tempers sharp and quick as sabres

Quick to fight with rowdy neighbours

And spend the dark and lamp-blushed night

With a chorus of glass in candlelight.

They lay out in the snow and cold

And round them snowflakes drift and fold

Around their drowsy eyes and faces

Windswept from all winter's graces.

Sometimes, though, they look quite grim

Though their fur's all fine, their coats all trim

For people say to never dance with a lynx

As it'll lure you back and forth and slink

Back to its lair through the stars and snow

And that's just how a soldier's dance will go.

So leave them sleep in gathering frost
For when dawn breaks their dreams are lost.

No matter how hard he tries, Foxy's dreams will remain a fantasy.

Sorry about the bad camera quality... Hopefully you can still make out the names of the alcohol beside the wall?
Materials used - watercolour, ink, salt