StoryPainter

by FoxyArtJunk

So, I was the one of 10 people who won the raffle, and @steampoweredfox drew my OC. Also, he wrote a little description, that inspired me to write a fanfic placed in his universe. I DO NOT OWN STEAMPOWERED FOXES UNIVERSE, but most of characters in this are mine.

I don't actually know how did I end up in an airship with a group of mercenaries.

I might be drinking, beacuse yesterday principal of Wimbledon College of Arts rejected my application.'It's too unrealistic!' he said. Pretty about everything I had in my portfolio. 'Too bad. I need to make myself comfortable with thought that I'll proabably be homeless to the end of my days. Why did I even went to London ?'.

I opened the doors of my little apartment and started to pack my things to the suitcase. I looked through all of my luggage. 'That's good, I have everything'. I looked at pocket watch, my only reminder of my father. I've shook my head, put my brown coat and favourite scarf on.

After that I was walking through the crowded streets of London. My destination was an airport. I decided, that I'll try make some money on sketches. I sat on a bench and started yelling: ' Portraits! Only five pounds! Paintings!Ten pounds!'

After an hour of this, I've earned some money. 30 £. Even if I don't have anywhere to live, someone liked my drawings! And this is always heart warming.I was about to go somewhere else, but then I heard a female voice. 'Can I perhaps see your paintings ?'. I looked up, and I saw a black, yellow-eyed vixen...