#fox ridge

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⛰people are strange....🩸

finally finished this simple ref for the two main characters of Fox Ridge :] Sawyer and his unwilling human friend Curtis!

separate + background free versions under the cut

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fox ridge looks super cool! (and kinda gives me a found footage vibe?) i would love to know more about the appalachian cave vampires :0

AA THANK YOU SM it's my absolute favourite of my stories I love it so much

For years now, the small virginian town of Fox Ridge has been quietly tormented by a gang of strange animalistic vampires, who, unbeknownst to the locals, reside in the caves just outside of town. Human and animal bones showing up in backyards, missing pets and even missing people, all the work of these bizarre undead creatures and their begrudging leader, Sawyer.

In the summer of 1972, the town experiences its worst string of disappearances to date, with 5 locals going missing and presumed dead leaving only a literal trail of blood behind. One of the victims being the childhood best friend of Curtis, local naive outdoorsman and nutjob stoner. When Curtis finds bloody scraps of his friends favourite jacket, he's drawn into the woods these bloodsuckers call home, spending days at a time camping and getting high, hoping for some sort of clue as to what happened. Curtis gets his wish, though it's not what he expects when he encounters the mysterious Sawyer, a one-hundred-and-something year old vampire and the "father" of these brutal bloodsuckers, having turned them in the 40 odd years since his own death under mysterious circumstances while working in the mines. (artwork by @videoviolence)

Dismayed with the behaviour of his creations, Sawyer vows to help Curtis, though the man is now suspected of murder due to his frequent outings aligning with even more disappearances, and the subject of an amateur investigation helmed by the towns trigger happy, film obsessed deputy. All while being drooled over by Sawyer's treacherous and starving vampire family.....who will survive? and what will be left of them?

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dear followers, today i offer you this poorly drawn Sawyer

tomorrow? who knows

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realised it's been a full year since i first came up the idea for Sawyer as a character and thus the story of Fox Ridge..happy birthday vampire grandpa

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Sunday, February 10

Location: Fox Ridge State Park, Trail of Trees

Distance: 1.56 miles         Elevation Gain: 37ft

Time: 1 hour 6 minutes; average pace 42:49 min/mile

Equipment: Snow Boots; MapMyHike App

Trail conditions/difficulty: good/moderate. We got snow this morning, so while there were significant portions of the trail under ice-covered snow it was at least ice, and not mud. By the end of the hike it had warmed up just a little bit and we started to get freezing rain. But we were nice and warm still under our coats so overall the weather was fine. This trail has several large hills, two sets of stairs and one where the pitch was mitigated by switchbacks. But the trail at the top/bottom of the hills was flat and fairly broad. I was hiking with the 6yo (9yo decided to sit this one out) which is why my pace was so slow. I swear that kid is the slowenist slow to ever slow...except on the hills which he insisted on racing to the top or bottom. 

Oh look, today’s bad selfie with Zella is actually pretty good!

Squirrel! I think this is the first hike this year where I didn’t see any deer tracks. We actually didn’t see any wildlife on today’s hike. But we did hear owls (sounded like great horned) calling!

This was supposed to post on my outdoor blog first, but the draft got saved to the wrong blog and I’m too lazy to re-submit so here you go!

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"The meaning is in the waiting." What a complex (and Buddhist) concept. (Photo; manipulated tree tops; Fox Ridge State Park) Kneeling BY R. S. THOMAS Moments of great calm, Kneeling before an altar Of wood in a stone church In summer, waiting for the God To speak; the air a staircase For silence; the sun’s light Ringing me, as though I acted A great rôle. And the audiences Still; all that close throng Of spirits waiting, as I, For the message. Prompt me, God; But not yet. When I speak, Though it be you who speak Through me, something is lost. The meaning is in the waiting.