A long story made short: An elf (played by my ex girlfriend) and her wolfen partner in charge (note the Xena-like armour? This particular wolfen, named Sivius, was quite a colourful girl), met a fateful combat which ended up in the slaying of said wolfen. Much later, the aforementioned wolfen returns to haunt the poor elf. Trust me, Sivius never had a halo. It was fun for me, anyway!

This would be my wolfen archer from an old Palladium game, name of Kri. She was a capable n' driven girl, threatening t'turn the male dominated populace on it's arse! However, the powers that be squashed her hopes for equality n' she ended up making quilts with the other wolfen housewives after birthing cubs. Ah, those bullying males.

The dragon form of Hexine Hexabas, another friend whom I just don't see as often as i'd like. Though I never did know if she carried a sword, I thought it'd make a nice touch t'illustrate her smouldering temper. A very complex dragon was she, my auntie Hex. Hexine Hexabas (C) her player.

Bollivar Tumblethorne, my green dragon character from a very dated Council of Wyrms campaign - his favoured method of attack upon fellow dragons (he wasn't much of a socialite really) was sticking his spiked thumb into the eye of an opponent whilst having him clutched in a headlock. Such a mean, mean dragon.

My dear friend Arkos, whose patience and rough-hewn tolerance helped to shape my online life. Teacher, father, brother. A shadow with a heart of gold; a darkened soul with shimmering hints of kindness. Mind, it isn't easily found. Arkos Soddan is (C) his player.

This picture was done with pure sarcasm in mind, despite the fact that Angellica existed as a non-player character in a roleplay of mine once upon a time. Mind, this was well before I learned of the internet (to the tune of 1987) or furries. Now, she's a shambling mound of silicone ... or something. Grotesque! But eh, I like the inking job.

Here's a particularly menacing dragon named Bonscolle. I was reading the french ingredients on a bottle of glue when the name just came to me! Creative? Not.

Cooper the fox. Once upon a time, I figured the best way t'get a furry fan t'look through your stuff was to put a pair of fuzzy beachballs into a vixen's shirt and call 'em boobies. Nowadays, i've grown up and out of that delirium. Still, for those of you who like the painfully large, here's Coop!

Cooper poses topless. What is it with topless vixens? I dunno, I must've felt pretty uncreative at the time. I'm sorry already.

Cooper says YIPPEE! Or something to that effect.

A photocopy of a large inked piece I did whislt attending art college. I still like this bit of work. All those scales... my wrist aches just thinking about it.

I must've been browsing a Doug Winger site when this creature came to mind, ugh. I can only imagine the slipped disks and other spinal difficulties in her old age for all that top weight. Still, for a playful young coyote, she's not too hard on the eyes. Thank goodness I don't colour like this anymore!

The only scan I have of an ages old pencil on a piece of stained, krinkly paper. I kind of like the effect, don't you? Ew, she's not exactly a pretty thing, is she? Poor ol' fox thing.

A giant spider! Ew, arachnophobia hits an all-time high when this bug enters the room! Just playing with shapes and pencils, eh.

A happy, bouncy, nondescript minotaur. Bor-ring!

Grrr! Not exactly the sort of face you'd like t'have leering over you whilst asleep in your bedroll, hm? A fitting end to a bad safari, or something. Played with inking, liked it, moved on.

My pretty l'il striped love, Song the tiger. I'll admit, i'm not all too good at drawing cats, but alot of folks have admired the colouring job in this 'ere piece. So, for those few, here she is! Feast your eyes! Pity I don't like the drawing m'self. Then, this is one of my early "made for colour" works. C'est la vie.

Isn't she pretty? I guess she's admiring her nails, or something... at any rate, if this were a colour image, i'm sure they'd be blood red! Fits the look, eh.

Luk Tinsen in all his cheetah glory! This would be my rendition of ... er, myself. Makes sense, hm?

Zapphira, a yellow fox - aka "the local witch". Such a happy, lucky skull she has.

A completed pencil of a half-dragon doing what she does best - intimidate. I haven't any idea what mood I was in when this drawing was perceived, but i'm sure it was rare. She's attractive, in a very peculiar fashion.

A drawing from my short-lived Werewolf RPG experience. Isn't he a pretty-wetty doggie-woggie? Aw, want a chew toy? I have one ... NO! NOT THE ARM! AIIIGH!

A lizard merchant, dripping with golden finery and venomous charm... he's most likely got a bridge to sell you. Got any wooden nickels?

A lovely little vixen with no rhyme or reason - pretty for the sake of being pretty, I suppose!

Young love, foolish love. Luk's first love, a lass by the name of Imogen, left him for the more exotic tastes of danger and lust! Boy, wasn't he left feeling boring? Wait, he is! Still, here she is in all her black & white glory! Imogen is (C) her player.

The story behind this image? A nightmare, actually... but it played into a very compelling and frightening story. These creatures live amongst mankind and are responsible for all the vampire/werewolf myths (am I allowed to refer to werewolves as "myths" in a furry directory?), turning humanity towards self-destruction so they might inherit the earth - a race doomed to live amongst yet never attain humanity. A third species (along with dinosaurs and hyoomans) whose vanity left them cursed to wait at the end of the line. Spooky! I blame the pizza I had the night before. Copyright (C) Gary R. Hudson 2001

Dragons are slightly furry, right? Darn, I hope so... at any rate, this fine spiked fellow would be the closest artistic representation to my penned and tethered frustration - voila. Ugly? Yes.

"Are you talkin' to me? Are YOU talkin' to ME!?"

This would be Neverm0re, and also my half of our art exchange. Not a bad attempt, marking the first i'd dared to colour. You'll find that most of my work is black and white (and dull) for the most part - this piece in particular started my colouring craze.

This would be the incomparable Reynard - a mental gymnist with all the panache of a millionaire show girl. Though demure here, she's far from stable - much to my continued happiness.