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III. You explained the infinite,

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My bid for the lovely Drakehest Export 12012. I wasn't going to bid for him due to those markings but only after did I start to draw them did I realize how much I loved him and them! This would be my first starter, let alone mutation starter if I win him. I know there's a lot of other amazing bids, and hopefully he goes to a amazing home. Even if I don't win it was an amazing opportunity to be able to draw him and feature him in my storyline! :heart: This piece is the first large scale animation I've attempted beside my piaffe animation that I tried for the Australian Olympics. That one wasn't nearly as complete as this, and I didn't even attempt such details too. This also serves as the third part to my Drakehest story-line, regardless of whether I win or not. That's why the text on the image reads London, 1940.

Story is below for all those interested in the story behind this artwork. 

music: youtu.be/h3lWwMHFhnA

Piece information:
About 12+ hours of work (including the story)
Wacom Intuos Tablet
Numerous tutorials were used along with lots of references of the aurora borealis ^^
All references were my own videos of me riding/etc.





E I N A R R

ID #: 12012
CALL NAME: Einarr (old norse: lone warrior)
BREED: Drakehest 
GENDER: Stallion
PHENOTYPE: amber champagne drakkar (flaxen carrier)
GENOTYPE: Ee Aa ff nCh DrkDrk

AGE: ??? *immortal, unknown birthdate
HEIGHT: 17hh
BUILD: Medium

TEMPERAMENT & HISTORY: Einarr is a loner, roaming the fields and mountains of the Norwegian countryside. Many of tried to tame him over the years, but many attempts have failed. To those who have been able to claim him he has proven a trusted steed. While the Drakkar markings starting formally appearing in the Drakehest breed during the 1800s it has been reported that this stallion has been roaming the area well before then. He is the focus point of many textiles over the centuries depicting a faded golden horse galloping through battle grounds or lone forests. He is said to be a possessor of witchcraft, and whether he does have powers, no one has ever known. If Einarr is a myth or a real horse in flesh is also a mystery. The textiles are the only proof of his existence and perhaps, his magic as well.




Divider Ghosts (Animated) by Plush-a-Saurus
You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.
 -- Saturn, Sleeping at Last


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Imperial Institution, London, United Kingdom
March 30th, 1940

A man strode through the streets against a harsh spring wind. He wore what one might call casual clothing, a collared shirt and dress vest without any jacket. The air was sharp in his face but he minded little, the walk being refreshing. A new graduate from Oxford he sought out a job as a professor and historian. It was his mother who insisted that he did not enlist in the war, and as much as the man wished to, he valued her opinion. 

He quickly climbed the steps up to the museum, not forgetting about the war but pushing away the thought of enlistment. He had many childhood friends who chose to go and serve while the man continued on at Oxford. He closed his eyes and thought of them for a moment, taking a deep breath before walking into the building. It was a large an open building, the outside built in a renaissance style. The man only continued on, meeting a volunteer at the front desk.

"I'm here to meet a...Doctor William Grey?" He questioned.

"He will meet you in the exhibit room at the end of the hallway." Replied to guide.

Taking no more time the man hurried along the museum. It served as a place to show the people what was happening, the displays also used as war storage rather than exhibits. The man took little time to look around and focused on his destination. The room he was directed to was small and out of the way. No one would expect it to be used for anything. He knocked but received no answer, and decided the best route was to walk in.

"Ah Dr. Bradshaw! I've heard great things about you!" Piped a voice from behind a bookshelf in the back of the room. When the voice approached the man, Bradshaw greeted him in a handshake. The clerk was short and by his white hair, was not born this century. He looked of one who spent his evenings reading volumes of thick books, and his eccentric voice one that marked he greatly enjoyed his profession.

"Now your Professor passed on many great words about you Dr. Bradshaw. He says you have a good mind and think quickly, a very good eye for detail. I suspect your loyal and a hard worker?" 

"The man is too generous with his words Dr. Grey, I only am here to do my job." Replied the young man, humbled by the praise his Professor had given.

"Well I have quite the job for you. We received a textile from an anonymous source and I've been needing to find someone who has expertise on the subject. You studied the northern countries, did you not? Know a bit of their language? Well then you might be able to figure this one out."

The clerk gave Bradshaw no time to answer the questions or ask any. He knew he was here to work at some artifacts, but no other information had been granted to him. The clerk led him to a case in the back of the room behind stacks of books and files. He didn't uncover it from the heavy green cloth, but turned back to Bradshaw.

"Your young, strong, good eye..." The clerk chuckled at his own comments, but his eyes were all serious. 

"My father died in the last war, got a few brothers and a sister who are already serving. I think I belong behind the lines." He shrugged, more focused on the green cloth covering this ancient artifact the man talked about.

"Well then Bradshaw, let's take a look." Dr. Grey pulled off the cloth, revealing a glass case with the textile laying flat in the middle.

"Now you see the fabric dates back to the middle ages, lost some of its color it has. Depicts an ancient war horse galloping. Rather elegant!"

Bradshaw could see it clearly, a stationary pose of an elegant horse galloping. Castles and mountains in the distance. Something else caught his eyes. "Those markings though?"

"Ah, I was waiting for you to see that. Now we know that Drakkar markings in the Drakehest breed only start appearing by the early 1800s."

"But you said the original fabrics date back to the middle ages? Does that mean someone added in those markings....even recently?" Bradshaw asked. 

"We don't know. It's hard to believe that Drakkar was present before but again, not my area of expertise. That's why I'm passing this onto you. The source said the textile was in the family for 100s of years, being worshipped with some divine powers. The source was apart of this family but only a distant relative and found it better for us to have it."

"What divine powers?" Bradshaw continued to ask more questions, ignoring the backstory provided. 

"Philosophies that remind us of the fountain of youth or even traveling through time, rather silly but we must respect their beliefs to understand this piece. The source said it was touched with Seiðr." 

Bradshaw turned back to the textile, staring at it. For a second there was a flash and the threads began to move, the horse moving from its stationary position and beginning to travel across the field. Stunned Bradshaw stepped back, but with the expression from Dr. Grey's face he knew the man hadn't seen a thing.

Divine powers. Fountain of youth. Time travel. It was all a mixture of beliefs that seemed far from a Nordic textile. How could he believe anything the clerk was saying? But Bradshaw could swear on his own life he had seen the horse move, and now became ever more curious if the textile held such powers. He then began to wonder about the steed shown in the fabric. Could it be immortal, could it be out there somewhere? And most importantly, could Bradshaw find this horse...would it lead to the meaning behind the textile?

There were too many questions for the man to answer, and so Grey suggested they walk and talk, the room was quite stuffy after all. 

"My family comes from a long line of soldiers, history comes natural to me Dr. Bradshaw." The clerk said, leading the way from the building.

"I don't have much to say for my interest, but I always wonder about the future and the past. My interest in studying horses came from my childhood when we lived in the country."

"Well Hiram Bradshaw it was very pleasant to meet you, I'm sure we'll be speaking soon." With a shake of hands, the clerk left Bradshaw to think about what he had just seen. Something other than the wind chilled Bradshaw. He thought it to just be this war getting to his head, the beautiful city of London stretched out around him. If only he knew the future, and if only he could see the past. But he was no sorcerer, no possessor of Seiðr. He was just an average man out of Oxford. A man who sought to solve this mystery and finish this war. Both of which, he knew would never happen.

Divider Ghosts (Animated) by Plush-a-Saurus
boarder brushes (c) nathies-stock Fabric / Brocade Brushset
references (c) me
horse design (c) brindletail

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foxbourne's avatar
oh my god elk this is stunning ?????? good luck!!