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Can I just say, I love cell shading?

Totally mega pleased with how this turned out. I've never really tried an angle like this before (except for sketches and doodles that got trashed), so thank the lordy for references! Perspective... it messes with your mind

_{(hopefully nobody notices I forgot to shade his leg boots and visible shoe...)}

Carrying on, this is the super cutie studly hottie Nastasiuk back out in the show ring! And with him is his owner and rider Dean Davidson, sporting his favorite mauvey/plum riding jacket and matching gear. Because Dean is cool like that. Oh oh! And you see that there jump? Designed it myself, featuring *Sky-of-Silver's stable logo. Pat myself on the back for that sexy jump.

Horse's name: RG Nastasiuk
Rider's name: Dean Davidson
Horse's age: 14
Horse's breed: Irish Sport Horse
Rider's age: 22
Stable: Dilettante Stables
Country: USA
Show and Host: Snowdrift Jumping Festival by *Sky-of-Silver
Class Entering: L6 Show Jumping
Previous Shows & Training:

(didn't place)

_{Story
"It's supposed to snow like this all morning??" whined Dean.
"Yep, that's what the TV guys said. Heavy snowfall until noon. Is that a problem for you, you baby?" retorted Tara, his trainer who had come with him.
"Aw man! Now I have to go change my shirt. I'll freeze in just a button-down and a jacket."
"Well hurry up, you need to warm up in the ring in a few minutes."
"You bet I need to warm up..." he said as he strode away. Stopping in his tracks he turned and said, "Hey, did they say anything about shirt requirements?"
"No," replied Tara, "They only said dark jacket, light breeches, and black boots. You're lucky they let you in with that damn purple coat. Why do you ask?"
"Don't worry yourself about it. Sit tight, I'll be right back. And this is plum! It's classy, thank you very much!" and he promptly strode away.

Tara waited impatiently, knowing Dean would try on every single shirt he had brought with him (which was enough to last him two weeks), and worried he would miss his warm up time with Nastasiuk, who was waiting with the groom in the stable. But fifteen minutes later, Dean strode back, even more pompous than when he had left. He had replaced his collared white button-down shirt with a cream colored, thick turtle neck sweater. Before Tara had a chance to make a snide comment about it, Dean raised his hand to stop her and said, "Nu-uh-uh, don't say a word. It's high fashion. And it's as intimately warm as a woman's..."
"DEAN! SHUT UP AND GET YOUR HORSE."
"Yeesh Tara, you get crabby at these shows. But you're damn cute when you're angry," *winky face*

And without another word, he turned on his heel towards the stable to fetch his waiting horse. Good thing too, because Tara was about to punch the daylights out of him.}

Silly story that has minimally anything to do with the actual show itself, but whatevs