Lineart and Misc.
This folder is for un-coloured linearts, comics, stamps, icons and other works that don't fit the criteria of the other folders.
Here I AmThe New World welcomes meHere I Am by ~VintageChick121 More Like This
Spirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 8)Spirit: With his head still tilted sideways in a skeptical manner, the great mustang watched as the Indian bravely tested the ice. His ears perked forward, listening to how the ice groaned and shifted with each step. Although he expected that to happen and the ice to give way, it never did. Perhaps the ice was stronger than it looked, at least he hoped so... but something inside him still nagged to stay away. Still, he watched as Little Creek went further and further out onto the frozen river. When the young brave was half way out, he saw Little Creek was calling to him. Uncertain, Spirit backed up a step and frowned, his ears fallSpirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 8) by ~AlissaD More Like This
I Will Always Return I Will Always ReturnI Will Always Return by ~VintageChick121 More Like This
You Can't Take MeYou Can't Take MeYou Can't Take Me by ~VintageChick121 More Like This
Spirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 7)Transform: It's the next morning. The sun is beginning to rise and the rooster is crowing. The old Wrangler had stayed all night with the three horses, watching over all of them. He loved horses and wanted this lovely little filly to survive. He had allowed his partner to retire during the middle of the night. He could easily watch over the filly himself. He made sure she had plenty of blankets to keep warm. It was not difficult to admit that seeing an orphan foal bonding with the only other foal here at the ranch was indeed a sweet sight, and the mare accepting the shy, yet curious colt. As the rooster crowed, the older man stirred from wherSpirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 7) by ~AlissaD More Like This
Spirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 6)Transformation: Show that the morning is still young, but obviously some time has passed. Show to begin an overhead view of the forest and in the middle of a small opening, two small figures staring each other down. Slowly zoom in, until there is a face view of Spirit with his head low, ears pinned and nostrils flared as he tries to take in as much air as he can. A smattering of blood covers his muzzle. He stares forward, unmoving. Slowly zoom out and show his entire body from a head on view. His legs shaking slightly, his sides heaving with each gasp for breath, and his body littered with cuts and wounds.Spirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 6) by ~AlissaD More Like This
Spirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 5)Through most of the day the two galloped across the searing desert and passed sage bush after sage bush, before finally slowed down for nothing. Both man and mustang were focused on reaching the tree line, but for the time being it seemed like the desert would go on forever. As the day wore on to evening, the two realized they were almost near their goal. The land slowly transformed from dry, cracked ground to a more lush land with tussocks of green grass scattered about and the further they traveled, the more patches of snow they saw. The snow and the moisture the snow provided would help, for snow always left behind tell-tale tracks. NeareSpirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 5) by ~AlissaD More Like This
Spirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 4)Spirit: He walked slowly through the snow covered forest, his head turning in every direction. On occasion, he paused to smell the air and to listen to his surroundings. He was standing still now, his head to the ground, trying to detect the scent of Rain or Summer. So far he has found no tracks that belonged to a horse. As he slowly walked with his nose lowered, he stopped and looked forward, hoping to see a clue, a sign... anything. He was back tracking his steps, thinking that Rain and Summer, for some reason, had fallen behind. That's when he spotted them. Tracks. Horse tracks. They looked a few hours old, but they were horse tracks noSpirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 4) by ~AlissaD More Like This
Spirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 3)At the meantime, elsewhere in the woods: Spirit had failed in his attempt to stay awake. He had fallen asleep somewhere late in the night, but woke by instinct at the first light of dawn. He had always been up just before daylight, as he would make his rounds and check on his herd. As he lifts his tired head, his rear end resting against a young oak tree, Spirit yawns and licks his lips. The stallion then put all his weight onto his four hooves and shook off the snow that had blanketed him lightly throughout the night. But just as the snow falls to the ground, a clump of snow falls from an overhead branch and lands right between his eyes. RoSpirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 3) by ~AlissaD More Like This
Spirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 2)Spirit: Stallion of the CimarronSpirit II: Fight for Freedom (part 2) by ~AlissaD More Like This