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Jalerom approached the door to the room that he and Faerthurin had claimed for the night. So much had been happening over the last few days, and he could only imagine how she must be feeling after having spent days under constant torture. She had even been afraid when he went to kiss her to calm her down upon finding her, and that had frightened him. All he wanted to do was hold her close and never let her go again. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. A faint whisper of, "Come in," was the response, and he entered to see that his beloved was laying in the dark, all the candles and lanterns extinguished. She had shed her shoes, glov

(This song is catchy and has been stuck in my head. I also enjoy the story woven by Josh in the Brony DnD posted on Dr Wolf's channel. My mind wove the two together for a non-canon scene that I wanted to draw out but at current my time is occupied by a couple or so things, and I need to work on practicing pony's/wolves/beasts in general as they are not my strong suit nor is drawing things in full with all proper proportions, this is my attempt to write out what has been playing as a moving scene in my head to the song)        Our heroes arrived on a new land after a slight mis-course. They had taken their leave from the fire elves and every

Jalerom approached the door to the room that he and Faerthurin had claimed for the night. So much had been happening over the last few days, and he could only imagine how she must be feeling after having spent days under constant torture. She had even been afraid when he went to kiss her to calm her down upon finding her, and that had frightened him. All he wanted to do was hold her close and never let her go again. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. A faint whisper of, "Come in," was the response, and he entered to see that his beloved was laying in the dark, all the candles and lanterns extinguished. She had shed her shoes, glov