PossumTracks

Caged Wolf - Early access animatic

Could be how Njotr realizes Fiadh is a druid, and was that caged wolf he'd been sneaking food to all along.

Sneak peek frame

A frame from the animatic coming up next! It actually takes quite a lot to make Njotr angry 😳

Moonlight Dance - Original Audio

So excited to share this new audio for a scene based on the Dancing in the Moonlight drabble that was posted earlier this year! With the talents of SantaTheGrey as Njotr and song credit goes B.C. Foster. I can't wait to animate this scene, stay tuned! 💙

Judging

First Night - Early access animatic

They remember that first night together very differently, but it was great regardless.🥵😂

Haze

Royal Pain - Early access animatic

She was probably supposed to meet him somewhere to help on a mission but forgot and slept in 😇 Well rested (in Njotr's bed) while he's running on 2 hours of sleep, an apple and the will of Odin.

Dancing with your ghost

Njotr didn’t know what was happening, maybe he was going insane, maybe it was a ghost. Either way, he needed to keep moving or he’d die. One of the guards had freed himself and moved to attack him with his spear, unaware that Fiadh was standing in the way. Instinctively, Njotr moved her out of the way, dropping one sword to grab her hand. He pulled her closer to him, spinning both of them out of danger.

Fiadh stepped in sync with him as he moved, and he faintly remembered a similar fight, years ago, where he’d had to keep her out of harm's way in a crowded room. Was that what this was? A distorted memory, coming to haunt him at the most inopportune time?

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In which Njotr sees Fiadh's ghost during a fight, and old habits kick in.

Campfire - Exclusive Animatic

Man this one took a while, but I'm so excited to share it! Was such a fun project to do with SantaTheGrey.🗡️💛🌿As always thank you SO much for all the love and support you guys give!

Wet

Wanted to do my own version of that scene from the Lion King 👀😂

Get off his camp lawn

Man just looks like he dad stances every morning (Fiadh got him that mug)😂Thank you for all your support! 🥰

Speechless - Early access animatic

Stained

We love some symbolism🗡️Thank you as always for all the support! 🖤

Bread Thief - Written work

Happy Sunday! For once it's not angst Sunday, but I have a little written work to offer this weekend. Based on the "Have you seen the Viking guard" animatic. I've been working on a longer animatic, which is why there is no animatic this weekend, but it's coming soon! <3 As always thank you for all the love and support!

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“Fiadh!” Orla’s knuckles rapped over the wooden door of Fiadh’s wagon, waiting only a brief second before knocking again, louder. “Fiadh, I know you’re in there, wake up!” Orla called, an annoyed edge to her voice. 

A moment later, the upper half of the wagon’s door swung outward, and Orla had to step back to keep from getting hit in the face. Fiadh stood at the door, her hair curled over her shoulders. She looked somewhat startled, and her shoulders were tense, as if she were trapping air in her lungs. 

“Y-yes?” She asked evenly, and Orla rolled her eyes.

“About time, do you know where the guard is?” Orla asked directly. Fiadh blinked, her mouth gaping slightly for a moment. “T-the guard?” 

“Yes!” Orla hissed, waving her arms about, “The guard Ma hired to protect the camp? There’s missing food, something to do with the flour and, whatever-” She grumbled irritably. 

“Why would he take flour?” Fiadh asked.

“How should I know! More importantly, the cinnamon bread is gone and now no one is resting until Ma finds it.” 

Fiadh blinked. “The bread I made?”

“Yes, of course, who else? He was the only one up last night, he should have seen, or else he’s taken it.”

“No…sorry, I-I haven’t seen him.” Fiadh’s fingers found her knitted shawl, pulling it a little higher over her shoulders. 

Orla gave an exaggerated huff of frustration, waving her arms about again. “Gods you’re useless.” Was all she grumbled before stepping off the wagon and moving on to ask the next person she came across. Fiadh watched her go, leaning over the lower half of the door. She exhaled softly then, relaxing. She glanced back, her eyes lifting to the ceiling of her wagon. Njotr was wedged between the higher storage cupboards of the narrow space, keeping himself elevated between them. His eyes met her, shadowed beneath his hood, and a half smirk teased at his mouth. 

“If you needed flour, you could have just asked me.” Fiadh teased and watched as he dropped down quietly, before rising to his full height. Njotr huffed slightly as he approached, taking a quick look out the upper half of the door. Fiadh swallowed, the warmth of his body pressing close in the small space. It made heat flush to her face, even if they’d just been even closer only minutes before. 

“I didn’t steal the flour.” He said, voice low as he turned to look at her. He reached beneath the flap of his cloak, producing a small, familiar bundle. Fiadh’s eyes widened, and she looked up at him in confusion. 

“Only seems fair that the one who went through all the effort for a treat should be the one to enjoy it. It shouldn’t go wasted on…well.” He didn’t finish his thought, but the implication was there in the way his mouth quirked devilishly. 

Fiadh couldn’t help the small huff, smiling as she accepted the bundle of cinnamon bread she’d made only the day before. She looked down, her mouth already moving to defend her family out of habit, no matter what.“It was a request-”

“It was a demand.” Njotr interjected, a hint of distaste in his voice. “I was there.” He added then, gentler, before Fiadh could argue any further. “If your mother wants it so badly she can make some herself.” 

Fiadh felt a smile tug at her mouth despite herself. Normally, the thought of upsetting her mother made anxiety bubble up and drown everything else out. This time however, she felt oddly calm, as if it didn’t matter. She knew she couldn’t be blamed for it, she’d done what had been asked of her, after all. Or maybe it was the way Njotr made her feel. Somehow, her usual fears seemed smaller when he was beside her. 

“You’re not worried about getting into trouble?” She asked and looked up at him, her amused smile lingering. He appeared to almost laugh, and his grin was answer enough. 

“Not if we take care of the evidence.” He nodded down at the bundle in her hands and Fiadh’s smile widened. Njotr’s arm reached for the still open upper half of the door, and pulled it in to close them off from the world once more. 

Dancing in the Moonlight

This drawing is for the most recent written work shared the Assassin Secrets tier on 2/23/25!

Dancing in the Moonlight

A little drabble by SantaTheGrey, you can find him here! The music that goes with this drabble is here. Enjoy!

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It had been a long day, and Njotr huffed out an exhausted breath as he dropped onto his bedroll. He’d gotten used to sleeping just about anywhere, so his trusty bedroll and furs were comparatively comfortable, even with just forest floor underneath.

At least it was cooling off a little. The heat of the day had been a big part of the exhaustion, but now, a couple minutes after the sun had set, a nice breeze carried the stuffy air from the forest. It also carried a tune.
Njotr furrowed his brow for a moment, his eyes still closed, trying to discern where the music was coming from.

Right. There was some sort of festival going on in the nearby village. He hadn’t asked as they’d passed through it, and he didn’t particularly care either. He just wanted a quiet night of sleep. He briefly considered packing up camp and moving further away, but he really didn’t feel like doing much of anything at this point. So he just slung his arm over his face blocking out some of the sound and most of the dusk light. The distant music was joined by nearby humming.

Njotr took a slow breath, swallowing a sigh. As endearing as Fiadh’s incessant humming tended to be, he really did want to get some sleep.
He turned his head and cracked open one eye, watching as Fiadh hung up some clothes to dry, humming along to the distant music.

Her steps on the forest floor were light and airy, making him think of her deer-form the way she pranced around the washing line, hanging up the last items in her basket. Did that mean she was about done then?

But now that she was free of the laundry, her steps resembled more of a traditional dance as she dove between the drying clothes, her hands catching on the wet fabric, almost like she was dancing with ghosts.

Njotr couldn’t help but smile as he watched her dance, still humming along to the music. He would have preferred to just sleep, but the way she moved the way a content smile adorned her pretty face…it made it rather difficult to be annoyed with her. She seemed so carefree then, her dress twirling as she spun, like a leaf drifting on the wind.

His smile fell a little, when he realized just how rarely he got to see her like this. They had plenty of worries to begin with, and Fiadh tended to err on the side of caution. How often had he found her worrying about other people’s thoughts on her, or how they would view her, or them. How often did she look over her shoulder, wondering if they were being followed?
Maybe there was still a part of that caged wolf in her, only recently freed from her cage, still a little flighty. 

So seeing her like this, carefree, as if nothing could ever tie her down, warmed his heart. 

She seemingly picked that moment to remember him, and her eyes lit up as she looked at him.
Oh no.

“You hear that?” she asked brightly as she pranced over, coming to a halt close to his bedroll.
“No.” he said, closing his eyes again and hiding his face in the crook of his elbow.

“Yes you do!” she laughed, nudging him in the side with her foot. “C’mon, we could dance to it! How often do we get music at camp?” 

“You’re always humming something, that’s plenty of music.” he muttered, glancing past his elbow when she only huffed, completely ignoring his jibe.

She stood over him, bouncing on the balls of her feet, one hand offered to him. “Please?” she said, blinking her best doe eyes at him—and they were good, even in human form—and pouting, knowing perfectly well that he couldn’t say no to that.

“Am I not allowed a moment of rest…” he said, dropping his arm and fully opening his eyes as he gave her a tired look.
“Nope. Not when there’s music. You can rest later.”

Njotr contemplated his life choices for a moment, blankly staring up at the admittedly beautiful reds and oranges of the clouds, catching the last rays of sunlight.
“Fine..” he sighed, pushing himself to sit up. He could rest later, and Fiadh looked too excited about it to deny her this. 

He got to his feet and stretched with a slight groan.

“Don’t be so dramatic, It’ll be fun!” Fiadh said, grasping his hand and  pulling him to a more open area of the clearing.

“I’m not much of a dancer.” he grumbled, but went along, stifling a yawn. 

Fiadh stopped and turned to him, enveloping him in a close hug. The warm and content smile on her face as she looked up to him made the lack of sleep an afterthought, and Njotr returned it, embracing her as well.

The music was louder here, though still distant, carrying a slower tune through the forest, mixing with the gently swaying branches and the burbling of the nearby stream. They started moving lightly, really just swaying back and forth a little, stepping from one foot to another as they slowly spun, still closely entangled.

“I like seeing you like this.” he said quietly, pulling her a little closer yet.
“Like what?” she asked, smiling, blinking up at him through blonde strands of hair. 

“Happy.” he said with a slight wink. 

She blushed slightly, her smile adorable as ever, before she pulled back a little, giving herself more room to move.

He started listening to the music then, adjusting his steps to the slow rhythm, following Fiadh’s lead. 

Njotr knew a couple of traditional dances, he’d learned them as part of his training and experience, mostly to blend into social gatherings.
What Fiadh was doing seemed more natural, less based on any ruleset.
She flowed with the music, bare feet brushing through the grass as she spun them around, grasping both his hands and pulling out, then back in again.
He felt like a lumbering oaf compared to her, but he managed to stay off her feet, at least. 

“It’s your fault anyway.” she said, still with that content smile, her eyes closed as she spun on his outstretched arm, before taking both his hands again.
“Hm?”
“That I’m happy.”
“I doubt that.” he said with a smile, moving with the music, feeling just a little lighter than he had before. There was something about Fiadh that just made that happen. 

She pulled in closer again, and he placed one hand on her lower back, the other holding her hand, in a more traditional dancing pose.  
“Well it’s true. Being here with you…” she said, taking a deep breath of the forest air, as if it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced, “it’s just…perfect.” 

She opened her eyes then, looking up at him with such an open, genuine expression that he couldn’t possibly dispute her words.

They continued moving, their rhythm changing with the music, from light and quick steps to a slow and close dance as the festival seemed to die down the later the evening got. 

The sun was way past the horizon now, and moonlight glinted through the canopy of leaves and into their clearing, bathing them in familiar light. Most would describe moonlight as cold, but to Njotr, it always seemed warm and inviting, reminding him of Fiadh. 

He held her closer then, resting his cheek against the side of her head. 

“Thank you.” he said quietly, still moving slowly with the fading music.
“For what?” she asked, wrapping her arms around him as well.
“For being you.” 

Baby Njo

He's always had resting bitchface🥰

Pookie - Early Access Animatic

Imagine this being the last thing you hear 💀😂

Creatures in heaven

Danger - Early Access Animatic

Fiadh doesn't remember much before the ship wreck. This Njotr in her memories, was he someone she loved? Or someone she feared?

Happy early Angst Sunday!

Wanted

Guys that might not be the best location for that 🤭

Beauty Sleep - Early access animatic

Modern/Actor!AU? A little beauty sleep never hurts 🤭This was a lot of fun to do, what started as a meme drawing turned into an animatic 😂

Omen

The number of the crows has a meaning if you know the "One for Sorrow" rhyme. 🗡️

Cryptid - Exclusive Animatic

Angst Sunday is coming early this weekend! I've been so excited to share this one, I hope you enjoy <3 As always thank you for all the love and support!

Shh - Redraw

Fearing that she’d have some sort of loud reaction to his nudge, Njotr snuck closer, then quickly dragged her into a small offshoot of the alley, one arm around her waist, the other covering her mouth.

“Mm-!” Fiadh's gasp was muffled against his hand. Njotr pressed her tightly against his front, holding her still, listening for any footsteps that might be following.
“Shh, it’s me.” he hummed, glancing around the corner briefly. 

Fiadh exhaled slightly through her nose, relaxing against him. Satisfied that she hadn’t been followed, Njotr relaxed his grip slightly and lowered the hand that had muffled her. Instead, he snaked both his arms around her midsection, gently pulling her close.
He nudged his cheek against her messy blonde hair. “That worked rather well, hm?” 

Fiadh smiled, turning her head to look at him. “Yeah, that was easier than I thought it would be.” She huffed a quiet laugh, relaxing more as he pulled her in closer.

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I'm pretty sure this was one of my first if not the first drawing of Njotr and Fiadh together (which was a rough concept sketch) and so I felt like redrawing it!

Back in it - Early access animatic

HAPPY ANGST FRIDAY! Hope you guys enjoy, thank you so much as always for the support and love! More to come soon~ <3

Kiddos

Njotr around age 13-14 and Fiadh around 11-12. While they don't ever meet canonically as children, it was fun to draw them and compare, and also imagine what they would have thought of each other at that time.

Fiadh would have probably been smitten right away, though far too shy to speak to Njotr. She would have tried other tactics of getting his attention like showing him whatever animal she currently had in her pockets. Njotr would have been slightly disgusted by this, he's really not an outdoors person at heart, and would have wanted to read in peace.

Trash - 1/9/2025 Early access animatic

First animatic of 2025! This was 100% Fiadh's fault (the bait was probably cheese). So excited for what the year brings, hope you guys enjoy! <3 As always thank you so much for the support!

Imprisoned

Just an excuse to draw something a little more historically accurate on Fiadh, even if she is miserable in it lol! Though she might be forced to wear this while in the company of her family.

Goodbye 2024, hello 2025

Happy Holidays everyone! I hope everyone who celebrates had a nice Christmas! I just wanted to thank you all with my whole heart for all the support and positive response to my art! My goal at the beginning of last year had simply been to push myself to draw more at a faster rate, and the way of doing that was trying to animate things in a storyboard type style. I had ZERO idea when I posted those first few animatics how much they would be received, but I am so grateful!

This year has been so much fun creatively, with getting to create and flesh out original characters with my best friend, and we're so excited to see where they take us next year! Thank you all again so much for all the love and support, it's blown me away. <3

Speaking of 2025, I'd love to get some feedback for what content you'd like to see more of this coming year, will give me a better idea of what to plan for. Thank you as always for the feedback and support! <3 Happy New Year!