I lived on Inland Avenue which is just off the highway after you cross the bridge onto James Island. I used to go to Folly Beach all the time. My aunt lived on Johns Island.
You are walking down the street late at night on Halloween, The way is dark and desolate. A cold wind blows the dried brown leaves along the road and they make skuttling, scratching sounds as the breeze ushers them along. You catch a chill and pull your jacket tight about you, trying not to...
I rarely write, but have done a bit with one story making it into an anthology that won an Ursa Maror a few years ago. I can see the germ of an idea there as well.
You have great skills. Something appears to be a little off proportionately on the lower legs. I can't put my finger on it but I think your legs below the knees are too long. I love the style and the hair/fur, facial expression, and clothes are spot on.
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