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This is one of two prizes for for winning first with their awesome story in my "Antagonize My Antagonists" contest.

This is Farah, the ferret thief who bedeviled my characters Shok'Artel and High King Gaetan

This one was a challenge, but I'm always up for that, I need more practice with anthro characters admittedly, but I'm proud of how she turned out

Here's an awesome action shot of Farah by the talented -

And here's one of the stories involving Farah by - Farah the Ferret Thief Pt1-Of-2    Farah sat at the back table of the tavern, her keen eyes taking in the whole room. She raised a flagon of ale to her muzzle and knocked back the amber liquid.
    “Ah,” the female ferret exclaimed as the liquid traveled down her throat.
    She set the flagon down and drummed her clawed fingers on the table. Her nose twitched at the scents of cooked meat, alcohol, and pipe smoke. Farah always felt the most at home in a tavern. The ferret had spent most of her life in the cities, getting by however she could. A tavern was always a way point for her, it’s where she went to unwind and where potential employers would seek her out.
    As fate would have it, one such person had just entered the tavern. He was a rat dressed in a tunic and leggings, with a dagger at his side. The rat looked about the tavern at the rowdy patrons before his eyes settled on Farah.
    Farah the Ferret Thief Pt 2 of 2“Alright let’s see if Vespious came through for me,” Farah murmured as she withdrew a handful of dust from a pouch the sorcerer had given her.
She was within the catacombs proper now, the walls were lined with the skulls and bones. It was hard to tell what race the bones had once been in life. Farah tossed the dust into the air, it shimmered, and then materialized into a ball of light. Flickering it slowly began to float away from Farah and lead her through the catacombs.
Farah knew enough of the catacombs to know she was in the newer section where commoners were laid to rest. She wondered if, should she die, her bones would join the walls too.
Following the ball of light, Farah could feel she was descending deeper within the bowels of the catacombs. Every now and then she’d see inscriptions written on the walls of prayers for the dead and warnings to those who would desecrate them.
Her fur bristled at the thought she was being watched. She did her best to shake

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Description

This is one of two prizes for for winning first with their awesome story in my "Antagonize My Antagonists" contest.

This is Farah, the ferret thief who bedeviled my characters Shok'Artel and High King Gaetan

This one was a challenge, but I'm always up for that, I need more practice with anthro characters admittedly, but I'm proud of how she turned out

Here's an awesome action shot of Farah by the talented -

And here's one of the stories involving Farah by - Farah the Ferret Thief Pt1-Of-2    Farah sat at the back table of the tavern, her keen eyes taking in the whole room. She raised a flagon of ale to her muzzle and knocked back the amber liquid.
    “Ah,” the female ferret exclaimed as the liquid traveled down her throat.
    She set the flagon down and drummed her clawed fingers on the table. Her nose twitched at the scents of cooked meat, alcohol, and pipe smoke. Farah always felt the most at home in a tavern. The ferret had spent most of her life in the cities, getting by however she could. A tavern was always a way point for her, it’s where she went to unwind and where potential employers would seek her out.
    As fate would have it, one such person had just entered the tavern. He was a rat dressed in a tunic and leggings, with a dagger at his side. The rat looked about the tavern at the rowdy patrons before his eyes settled on Farah.
    Farah the Ferret Thief Pt 2 of 2“Alright let’s see if Vespious came through for me,” Farah murmured as she withdrew a handful of dust from a pouch the sorcerer had given her.
She was within the catacombs proper now, the walls were lined with the skulls and bones. It was hard to tell what race the bones had once been in life. Farah tossed the dust into the air, it shimmered, and then materialized into a ball of light. Flickering it slowly began to float away from Farah and lead her through the catacombs.
Farah knew enough of the catacombs to know she was in the newer section where commoners were laid to rest. She wondered if, should she die, her bones would join the walls too.
Following the ball of light, Farah could feel she was descending deeper within the bowels of the catacombs. Every now and then she’d see inscriptions written on the walls of prayers for the dead and warnings to those who would desecrate them.
Her fur bristled at the thought she was being watched. She did her best to shake

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