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Black Forest - Paranoia by BlueHunter Black Forest - Paranoia by BlueHunter
The silvery fox sprinted through the leafless autumn woods. He wasn’t familiar with this edge of the birch forest anymore, lost orientation and looked around; though, they soon had reached him.
Despite their approaching, it was awkwardly quiet and only the sharp screech of a raven passing by echoed through the frozen air. Right in front of him, the so called Black Forest began. Being surrounded by a thick wall of thorn bushes, this burnt down part of the woods had gained a mysterious character over the time.
The fox sighted and tried to find his way through the thorns, when the ravens up in the trees started yelling loudly. Unable to move, he remained still, as it felt like a warning. The screams began sounding strange, distorted. But feeling a throbbing in his sore paws, he rushed forward in one last dash and found himself back on a burnt ground. There was this dizzy feeling again, as if the world was out of the place in one strike … he trembled, stumbled across a branch and fell.

A furious fight of two chasing colours began - black, red. Shadows slowly began shaping into grotesque forms, loosing themselves manically laughing in his mind.
A striking pair of hollow eyes appeared out of the shadows right in front of him and approached, starring the frightened fox down. Just as Hunter tried to draw back, he found himself surrounded by trees. Hunter hold his breathe. His heart pounded even more rapidly. The hammering in his head intensified. ‘No, this can’t be real’, he whined. As the forest began spinning upside down anew, the pitch-black creature raised its dreadful sounding voice and hissed into his ear: “Doubting dream and reality? Just look what you have become … “.
“Who … are … you?”, the shaking fox wanted to know. It seemed, as if the breeze was colder than ever before. “You ask what I am? I’m nothing than the outburst of your reality. I’m not here, I do not even exist. You’re losing your mind“, its large muzzle formed a pointy snarl.

Just another little ink picture about my story "Landjäger". Not even slightly how I imagined, but a nice practise. I want to paint more in ink this year. Somehow, it became my favourite technique in all its dirty expression.
Melancholia by BlueHunter
Tools: Ink, inking feather, bamboo brushes
Hunter & Ruska (c) me
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SaierFox Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
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Very nice picture!

I love funk fox in the center, and with a side smirk fox! Ravens style is very well suited to this picture!

I really love your art!Love 
pandemoniumfire Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2013  Student General Artist
Really lovely :heart:
TurkLibrarian Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2013
This is sympli amazing! I feel the picture is helped to wake up an old feeling in me. I can't tell it better, but... the picture says very much. You can feel it...
BlueHunter Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2013
You can feel my art? This is SUCH a compliment for me :heart:
Instabula92 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2013
I like the text below the picture. It's fitting perfectly with the picture and soudns nice.
BlueHunter Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2013
Somebody actually read it, thanks! C;
Lord-Skorg Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2013
This is fantastic! Love the atmosphere!
BlueHunter Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2013
Thank you!
Windyfeather Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Omygoodness ;o;
This turned out so awesome.
Just...I love this <33
BlueHunter Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2013
Thank you so much! n.n
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