Scribbles Commissions for SC or GS

Hi there!! I'll keep it small and simple, so I don't bore you with alot of writing for this advertisement :P

I accept ingame currencies for commissions about your pack, wolves, other animal/humanoid OCs and lions (from lioden). These are simple short stories that range from 500 words to 2000words.
My prices are: 

- 500 words= 200SC
- 1000 words= 500SC
- 1500 words= 700SC or 1GC
- 2000 words= 1000SC OR 1GC

A Small Example Below: 

The pups scrambled about Cinder's paws. Clumsily, unlike their mothers, who carried an elegance that their Alpha believed outshone the Forest Gods’; the pups were tripping over themselves. When one went down, another tumbled over. Not watching where they were going as they darted around their Father’s paws. Eagerly yipping for his attention with pestering questions about his recent battle. The moment they spotted him in the distance, moving through the rocky terrian with dried blood around his maw, they darted from their mothers’ dens and raced to meet him.

And what should have been a quick trip back to his cave, was now taking much longer now he had to avoid trampling his own young.

“Was it an Elk? O-Or another pack, Dad?” Little Sterl asked, barely skittering away from Cinder's forepaw as he lazily swiped them out of his path. “Momma says you've run into alot of black wolves! Did they do that to you?”

Cinder was too tired to scold them now. His jaw ached from the battle. Deep gashes sliced him open from shoulder to belly. Blood matted his fur and he barely had the strength to heave himself forward through the brush to the entrance of his cave. The pups scrambled all over him. Licking his ears and nipping one another as they tried, unsuccessful, to get him to stand. To play. But eventually, a PupSitter trotted over and ushered the little ones away. Cooing softly as Cinder gave them a grateful huff.

Relieved to be back home, he let his eyes close. Resting them. They ached just as much as the rest of him. Hunting usually did that to him now. He was getting older. He could feel it in his spirit. He was getting tired. More so than just a missed night’s sleep.

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Message me if you're interested and we can discuss your commission.