Sinrarさんのイラストまとめ

A burrow guard, trained and ready to fight.

Bit of an experiment with perspective! I'm quite happy with the results.

A lone warrior in a snowy field, ready for a fight. Little break from emotional stuff to work a bit on furry stuff again, it's been a bit!

Gilda felt those hooves on her neck, and the warmth of a body pressing against hers, and for a moment everything stopped.

"I'm glad you kept the pin," Dash muttered.

The words hit her all at once. Gilda gasped as though she'd been punched in the stomach...

They came here often when they were younger. One day, Dash brought pencils she'd found at a store, and they'd spent a few hours scrawling the future they wanted to see on the wall - a future that seemed to disappear a little more everytime Gilda visited it, like a fading dream.

Gilda's inner demons were never quite as loud as Trixie could prove to be when she was determined to show the group the last VHS she scrounged up while wandering the landfill. Those were moments to be cherished, truly.

"So you're getting your own place?"

Gilda admired the glimmer of hope she could see in Gabby's eyes when she talked of her plans. It was like seeing a version of herself that still had a chance to make it out of hell. She would give her that chance someday, she promised herself.

Sometimes all that Gilda kept bottled up, the rage, the pain, everything she'd suffered and everything she'd inflicted, would come out and haunt her nights.

"You'll come back, right?" Gilda squeezed the wonderbolt pin.

It took a moment for Dash to answer. "Hold onto the pin, I'll come back for it once I'm a real wonderbolt."

Then she was gone, and Gilda couldn't help but feel like she'd never see her again.

Bird doing some field research on an alien world!

Though she may have been a failed performer up in the city, Trixie had found her public in the lower districts, where she had labored to create her own theater. There the weary found a spot of respite, and the performer an ersatz of the fame she craved.