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thebeardlyben · 1 year
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Another old one for Gnollvember!
This was a patreon commission for HuttserCoyote back in 2021, showing my bard Abott and his coyote 'sona have a grand ol' time in Abott's tavern, The Drain. CMYK screentones are fun :D
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acatnamedafteradog · 1 year
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Commission for Huttser Coyote by Mr.Dark on Twitter
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tinydragontime · 10 months
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Smoochagram 127
Huttz n Pascal. 2020 Art (c) myself Characters (c) https://www.furaffinity.net/user/huttser-coyote/
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ssneakyfoxx · 4 years
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“The Sight” 
Scene 1: In Search of the Stone Den
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matrixfox9000 · 7 years
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yarrowleef · 2 years
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AHHHH I DID IT. I FINALLY FINISHED THE SIGHT. This book has been looming over me since middle school, a constant reoccurring mountain I keep telling myself I ought to get over only to fall off again a third of the way up, and I only trudged through based on my bizarre stubborn insistence on finishing every book I start (i must break this rule eventually if I want to keep my sanity though because, unfortunately despite my early optimism, this book really really dragged for me and the problems I had at the start did not, in fact, improve much at all.
but good news!! i found an audio book finally, and sped up audio books make everything better when I’m not instantly engrossed. 
(spoilers for The Sight by David Clement-Davies obviously, if you care)
I did like a handful of things. I was surprised that I ended up more interested in Larka’s parents, Huttser and Palla, then I was in the protagonist. I found them boring stock parental figures at first and expected them to be killed off very quickly, but somehow they made it through the whole book. I think the scene where I was most invested was when they were captured by the rebel pack and were going to be forced to fight to the death--the threat being that whoever comes out the winner in the death match has to die very slowly. Whoever wins is really losing in the long-run, so if they love their partner they have to commit to killing them. Then the two have to spend a night arguing trying to convince the other to throw the match. It’s a heartbreaking setup, and in a story with such very dry and distant narration, moments that made me feel something were few and far between. The closest other I can think of perhaps being when Huttser’s sister died (though that may be more a credit to the audiobooks narrator). I probably would have felt something at Larka’s death at the very end, which was decently tragic, but I was so so tired and trying so hard to just finish the book by that point that it was hard to get into anything happening
Other then that, I don’t have a lot of positive feelings, which is a bummer
I’m not someone who is going to get too hung up on incorrect animal behavior, but for a book who constantly references animal nature and seems to have so much time dedicated to lecturing you about humans and animals alike, its a shame that the info-dumped lecture couldn’t be more....correct. But again, that’s something I can look past.
The writing style never stopped driving me crazy. There continued to be abrupt pauses for history lessons about the wolf’s myths and culture, which I already talked about in the first post isn’t a fun way to experience world building for me. But on top of that, there are CONSTANT stops so you can get a lesson on European history and the movements and culture of random European groups, who the wolves absolutely don't know or care about. 
Here is a scene where the main family is traveling, trying to avoid Morgra’s goons who are seeking to capture and probably kill them.  They’ve come close enough to eavesdrop on their pursuers conversation regarding Morgra’s future plans. There’s a lot of tension in the air because one wrong move could get them caught, and then “hey did you guys know this fun fact about ancient rome? let me tell you about the romans for two paragraphs” 
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like wow that's cool David, but why are you telling me this. How is this relevant to the characters or their situation at hand? Why do you keep stopping to tell me about European kings and travelers and colonists? I mean, there’s got to be a reason. I suppose it may be about this overarching theme regarding humanity vs nature, with how the villain is obsessed with understanding humans and being one of them because humans are so mysteriously “greater” than animals, and...that somehow makes it relevant to know about the human impact on the land the wolves are walking past?? the WOLVES aren’t learning it, mind you, just the reader. Unfortunately I don’t care what the reason was, the result was a slog to get through
I also don’t love that the wolves religion is literally just....Christianity? not that its simply reminiscent of Christian tropes, but their stories are LITERALLY just bible stories but repainted with My Original Wolf God OC Blorbus instead of Adam and Eve, Jesus, and Cain and Able, etc. But also sometimes it has references to Norse or Roman gods and myths thrown in for...some reason. I don't know much about those mythology, I don't know their ties to Christianity so maybe there was a reason for that, but it’s not my thing.
The thing that gets me about this is I really ought to like something like this, in theory. I LOVE the concept of witch animals doing weird forbidden magic. Weirdo animals with black magic has been part of a personal story of mine that I’ve had since elementary school. If only this wasn’t written like a TEXT BOOK. I had a very hard time feeling invested in the characters, they rarely if ever felt “alive” to me, even when horrible tragic things were happening. The villain is a petty vengeful magical crackpot who cackles while kidnapping and killing babies, wants to become a reverse-werewolf, has a pet corvid henchman, somehow single handedly took over a massive pack of buff fighter wolves just for fun, and gushes about the ~power of hate~ and how it will always trump the futile fake power of ~love~, Morgra sounds like an anime villain. You could say that she is a cheesy collection of clichés played 100% straight, which, yeah, but most of the time I can deal with that!! it all sounds so ridiculous that at least the last thing I would expect was for it to be so DULL. But the narration is so dry and disconnected I couldn’t even let loose and get lost in the absurdity of the concept
I dislike the corvid slander. It was a lot of “Eagles are majestic and cool, while SCAVENGERS like corvids are all UGLY AND DUMB AND USELESS and EVIL by nature because they don’t hunt for themselves!” Just a massive pet peeve of mine
Also, it’s hard not to be super uncomfortable with the book literally just....having it as a center plot point that the reason the villain is so evil is because she is infertile, and infertility is the most horrible thing that could happen to anyone because it means you are an empty souless shell rejected by nature. That is why cruel heartless Morgra will never be able to feel true love for any living thing, because she can never know what it’s like to be a mother. Like. Jesus CHRIST. I don’t have time to unpack all of that!! do i really need to??? that was SO unpleasant.
Ultimately, I really am surprised this book was(is?) so popular among middle grade/young adult crowds. It was always one of the first things on recommended lists for xenofiction, and I have to imagine its due to a sheer lack of high-magic animal fantasy stories to choose from. This did come out in 2001 after all, so I’m not surprised so many read it when they were younger. What else were they going to read? There's grand ancient myths, and spooky ghosts, and wolves with cool bird familiars, and magic visions, and again WOLVES, and all this stuff that SOUNDS so fun. But how did any kid get through this? no wonder I couldn’t do it in 8th grade. It’s certainly TRYING to be about something big and deep and magical and I want to like it for its ambition. But it’s just so dull in its execution, and so incredibly incredibly shallow to the point of parody in its black and white portrayal of good/evil and light/dark and love/hate with all the nuance of a saturday morning anime in tackling those topics (in the worst way, because at least anime is fast and bonkers while being cheesy and fake-philosophically deep, where this was so so so slow). needles to say, I don’t think I will be reading the second book. I think I am good. I don’t know if I’m interested in this authors deer series “Fire Bringer” either, if the writing style is anything like this
I think, these days, there has got to be better books about animals with magic...Surely we don't have to keep desperately accepting scraps just because the story includes wolves. Better animal magic must be out there if I could only figure out where it is hiding
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fictionkinfessions · 2 years
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i'm rereading one of my sources, The Sight by David Clement-Davies. i was Kipcha and my brother, Huttser, was our pack's dominant male, or Dragga in the wolf language. i'm really hoping that it will help me remember more of my life as i remember almost none of it. i do know that things diverged from canon for us quite a bit.
i just wish i could find someone — anyone — who's read the book. fuck, i've never met anybody who has so much as heard of it. i just want to be able to talk to someone about what we went through. it hurts so much knowing that i will never find anyone who might understand.
i miss my pack. i miss my brother, Huttser, and my sister in Tratto, Palla. i miss my beloved Khaz. i miss my friend Skop. i miss our old nurse and storyteller, Brassa. i miss Bran, our nervous little Sikla who would have fought to the death for us all. i miss my niece and nephew, Larka and Fell. i miss my adopted son Kar. hell, i even miss Morgra.
that prophecy... that horrific prophecy. it destroyed us. we thought we were just another pack, but our fates were decided thousands of years before any of us were even born. we wanted to raise Larka and Fell, we wanted to grow old or die defending our lands, but instead our paths intertwined with that of Wolfbane, the Man Varg, and the Sight.
that prophecy took my children from me before i ever got to have them. it took Khaz from me. it took my life before i had ever had a chance to truly live. and yet, despite all the pain and all the heartbreak, i would live that life all over again in a second just so i could once again experience the freedom and love that are a Varg's birthright.
i want a second chance. 🐺
— Kipcha
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the-prince-of-tides · 3 years
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My 1813 instrument of chaos. This is Palla. Or Huttser. I use both names for him.
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sargassos · 4 years
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“And Huttser? Look after Kar. He’s all that’s left of my pack.”
After 31 days of drawing dogs, highlighted with a few pirate doodles, I decided to take a break from drawing tonight. So, I threw on the audiobook for The Sight, which I never did fully read...snorted at the fact that there is no audiobook for Fire Bringer, which is one of my favorites....settled down on the couch with an ice pack for my head, and...started doodling wolves...
This....is not how you take a break from drawing...
Also, Kar and Skop’s storyline gives me some feels.
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thebeardlyben · 1 year
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Punk rock queen Sirene patreon commission for @huttser_coyote !
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sherrydramsey · 4 years
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Huttser embodies the Monday morning vibe. #dogs #Mondays #dogsofinstagram #mondayagain https://www.instagram.com/p/CBvIRMulcfg/?igshid=1kquyzxar4cjb
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tinydragontime · 11 months
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100 Brushstrokes: Huttser
The first in my study of brushstrokes and how to get the most out of each! I'm limiting my brushstrokes to 100 underlying sketch notwithstanding and doing my best to make a good final product! Arguably this would get in the way of making this study as good as it could be but a dragon/ possum's gotta eat! Focus: Edge control, interesting shapes, brush economy, and expression Art (c) myself Huttser (c) https://www.furaffinity.net/user/huttser-coyote/
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awwflycat · 4 years
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Just for fun. My wife is very passionate about dogs, training them to be the best they can be! We have decided to get another golden retriever. What should we name her? This is Ellie the golden and Huttser the husky!
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ambagelbraindump · 5 years
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Book Review #12: The Sight by David Clement-Davies
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Synopsis:
Larka and Fell are born into a beautiful yet dangerous world, full of fresh snow and new life but also darkness and starvation. However, the most dangerous threat yet comes not from nature, but from their own kind: as their estranged aunt calls upon the forces of the darkest evil in her quest for revenge, the little family will be torn asunder and tested to their limits.
At the center of it all is young Larka, a snow-white wolf with an ancient gift. Will she accept her power, and use it to turn the tides of evil? Or succumb to tragedy and despair? Only the passing of time will tell.
General Thoughts:
I have to say, I really enjoyed The Sight. It’s one of those ubiquitous books found in every middle school library, and a lot of my friends have fond (if vague) memories of it. The Sight definitely runs in the same vein as Warriors (or, if you were a weirdo like me, Guardians of Ga’hoole. It also has the feel of an epic- I feel like I’ve gone on a very long journey with these characters, and despite having never read this book in my life, reaching the end gave me a sense of nostalgia.
Liked:
-The characters for sure. They all seemed very realistic and diverse, and reacted to the horrors they experienced in a very natural way.
-The large cast: I’ve read a lot of books in my day and the vast majority of the time, having a large cast does more harm than good. Maybe it’s just my ADHD, but more than about four characters and I have a hard time remembering who’s who. However The Sight managed to pull it off really well, and I feel this is likely due to the diversity of personalities among the characters.
-The lore: The Sight had fantastic worldbuilding. I love that the myths and legends played such a vital role in both the plot and the culture. I also loved that not every wolf followed the same mythology- that was honestly really cool on the part of the author, and made the world feel a lot bigger.
-Darkness: I had a feeling this book was going to be dark but holy crap. When Fell died, I actually flipped ahead to see if he came back at some point. I also enjoyed the sense of forboding brought on by the first of the deaths in the pack (Khaz? I think?). 
Disliked:
-Dialogue tags: Listen. I get that they’re wolves. I get that they’re have a lot of big emotions. But if I have to read ‘growled, cried, or snarled’ one more time I am going to feed myself and this book to a bear.
-The ending: Larka deserved SO much better. It also annoyed me that despite a heavily hinted-at romance between her and Kar from the very beginning of the story, they still killed her off. I mean, I /kind of/ understand why she had to die, but as a purveyor of happy endings, I wish Larka had gotten the hero’s end that she deserved.
-The ending pt. 2: @ Dave: Did you run out of names? Did your northern european name generator break? Did the turks break into your house and stand at your throat with their scimitars while you frantically churned out the epilogue? I need answers, Dave.
Tl;dr Dave pulled a J.K. Rowling and named not one, but ALL of Huttser and Palla’s new pups after their dead pack members. Naming one after Larka I could understand. But all of them? Shame on you, Dave.
-Sexism: This was really only an issue at the beginning, but I was slightly put off by the insistence that she-wolves are dainty, soft, and motherly. The main character ended up being both female and a BAMF though, so I guess I’ll let it slide.
Writer’s Notes
As I mentioned, the biggest thing I gleaned from this book was how NOT to use dialogue tags. On a more positive note, I feel there’s a lot to learn about having a large cast and keeping track of worldbuilding.
Overall Rating:
I’d give The Sight a 7 out of 10. Fantastic story, fantastic world, really cool characters. Negative points for some of Dave’s decisions, but overall I’m glad I had this experience, and I actually genuinely want to see if I can find the sequel.
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cowboy-garfield · 6 years
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O silver vein above my head Guide my feet and lift my soul So when I lie 'pon my deathbed I shall not fear the welcome toll
O may I see that pallid path Blessed StarWay; Huttser's Scroll!
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asheswillrise · 6 years
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One Man and Multiple Books
Bucky x shy(ish)!reader
This is my first time doing this, please be gentle. I don’t usually do this, so I’m sorry if my phrasing is off or something of the sort. Also, I am horrible at naming these things.
The company of books sooth you. They hold a certain vibe that cannot be replicated.
The company of animals sooth you. They give you something that books can’t.
People on the other hand…
You could do without them.
It’s a Saturday morning, leaving home for the library you work at. You dread the time comes to leave this place and go to your other job, the one at the local cafe place. The sky is dark, and weight is filling the air every time you take a breath. You breath out steam, musing to yourself that you’re a dragon.
Shallow puddles crowd the sidewalks, most people dressed to the nines avoiding them avidly while others not so much. You don’t even bother. There is no dress code at the library. There is no one at the library.
You walk, opting out of the option of the bike as you’d rather enjoy the scene. You don’t even have a car. It takes a half hour to get there, but you manage to be early, shrugging off scarf and jacket onto your chair.
It sits behind the high standing desk, books littering both above and under the poor thing, it’s sagging under the weight. The warmth of the dry air is different from the wet from the outside, it absorbs the water from the damp clothing, you can feel it stick closer to your skin.
Placing your satchel next to the tin bin of pencils, you fish out a book you’ve not read for a few years, the binding of the spine cracked and peeling.Softly flipping to your desired page, you begin to read, integrating yourself into the adventures of a young boy, seeking the truth of an old heirloom.
You’re broken out of the spell by a tantalizing voice, one that seems to flow with the direction of the book.
“Ma’am? Do you know where I would be able to find…” his voice trails off as your eyes meet, uncertainty wavering his voice and actions. His gloved hands begin to fiddle with the other. He clears his throat, “I mean, do you know where I can find a book about the history of the past eighty-ninety years?”
You slowly nod your head, placing a colorful bookmark in the place between the two pages of your book. Standing in a fluid motion from your chair, you stride towards one of the many halls made by the shelves. Your fingers glide over the various textures and colors of the spines, stopping when you find one. You slide it out of the cluster of other books and hand it to the man.
“There are more books,” you say as he takes it from your almost nonexistent grip, “With more coverage of various events. Personally, I would’ve given you ‘A Hundred Years of America’ by Huttser Wolff, but that has been taken by another person. I’ve yet to read this book, but I’ve been told that it can be compared to A Hundred Years of America. There are more books if you want me to gather them for you.”
“Thank you,” the man says, a charming smile forming on his face, “but I can do with what I’ve got now. I thank you again, it’s very appreciated.”
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Days pass like this, the strange man asking for a book a day, returning the last book when he asks for the new. Your relationship doesn’t move for some time--two weeks you assume. It doesn’t grow until he asks for a book you’ve read well in school.
Your face brightens in surprise. “I know a book by that description, it’s a great way to start off mythology.” Your movements are different this time, excitement drifting its way into your gait. The book that you spoke so highly of was in the back, where the older books are. “It’s an older book, words are said and placed differently, but I hope you’ll handle this.”
The book is thick, over a thousand pages of nothing more than words. The title has long been worn off the front, but the imprint still lays there.
“It was originally called ‘The Myths of the Scandinavian and Slavic Regions’, but it’s called something different now. I don’t know what it’s called now, as we don’t have any newer printed versions, but the knowledge is still in here.”
He thanks her like he did those weeks ago, but this time he lingers. He hesitates, clearly rethinking his thoughts. “I’m Bucky.”
His words came out so quickly that you had to take a retake. Blinking slowly, you tilt your head to the side, not knowing what to make of this situation.
“It’s my name,” He says, “My name is Bucky.”
Bucky doesn’t smile at her like he used to, and this is very off-putting to you. Instead, his stance takes on one of defensive, feet spread and shoulders are thrown back and chin held high. Your mind blanks for a moment, swarmed with all of the paths this could take.
“My name is Y/N,” you mutter, looking off to the side, “I’ve enjoyed your presence in this library. It’s… different.”
His standoffish appearance melts away back to the man you knew, his smile now familiar and brilliant.
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