Hey! Classes are over and I'm back to drawing. Before doing any sort of commissions, I really wanted to work on a few pictures where I was extremely happy with the perspective, etc but I had never gotten around to finishing. This is the first of probably a few that I'm happy to be working on!

This one pertains to an old character of mine Rex (https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31424423/) I almost forgot about him tbh, but after drawing this perspective I thought that a four-legged beast would look better and I remembered his existence! So here he is, in all his glory, walking over times square, and I got to do an interesting weather and time placement so I really enjoyed making this! The lovely and awesome   vabad /   va0027 surprisingly gifted me a story to go along with this pic, so feel free to read it and feel free to go to his account, he's got some amazing stuff!

Anyways, here's the story and back to drawing!


In Rex’s Way
Written By:   vabad /   va0027

The sound of heavy rainfall, bustling voices and honking car horns filled the busy Times Square where densely packed crowds of furs of all manners of shapes and sizes walked beneath the dark cloudy skies from which a downpour like no other fell. It had been raining for the entire day, soaking unprotected furs to the bone, and covering everything else in water that flowed down the sides of skyscrapers and through gutters, cracks and any other depression in the ground towards the numerous manholes across the city’s streets.

And in Times Square were the soaked and wet furs and all the other glossy wet surfaces of cars, buildings and the streets themselves illuminated by the countless billboards covering the buildings, advertising anything from plane travel to warmer, and less rain-prone areas, to music players, credit cards, cookies and more. The entirety of Times Square was thus a sea of reflections and light, and when packed with this many furs and this many cars was it quite the sight to behold.

But amidst the bustle and hubbub filling the busy square would it all come to a brief halt once the furs felt an ominous quake shake the ground. It wasn’t the first, but the current strongest in a series of small quakes that they had felt for almost a minute, though which most had disregarded as the vibrations of one of the many subway lines that ran beneath the busy square.

However this one had been far more noticeable, and something the many furs could never mistake for the mere vibrations of moving subway trains; no, this quake was far more noticeable in strength to the point where furs in nearby coffee shops saw their drinks ripple as the quake hit. But they had no time to register this before another noticeable quake struck, then another and another still; while these quakes were barely a few numbers on the Richter’s Scale, they were still enough to cause concern in the countless furs who felt them.

And for what was worse were the quakes rapidly increasing in strength, rattling loose objects in buildings across the busy square, and going as far as to lightly sway street lights. But it was only a few quakes later that the furs packing the square got the next “warning” of what was approaching once their worried murmur of voices were silenced briefly by a distant, yet ominous boom like the rumble of thunder from far, far away.

And as further, stronger quakes struck would these thunder-like rumbles only grow in volume as well, spreading far more concern across the populace as they begun to worry that something was really wrong. After all, thunder was never caused by something that could cause literal earthquakes, and while these were still weak, the many furs worried that the quakes would not stay “harmless” for long…

Their concerns were only to grow larger as the quakes begun to rapidly increase in strength while the distant ominous rumbles kept on increasing in volume before they eventually transitioned into what could only be described as distant explosions. Sirens had begun to echo from numerous rooftops by this point, spreading a wave of panic throughout Times Square as the furs there begun to immediately run for any shelter they knew of.

Their voices went wild with speculation, wondering if this was a war, a terrorist attack or anything else that could cause that many quakes and these many explosions. However those who looked towards the south western direction where the booms were coming from soon saw the distant clouds moving as the silhouette of something truly massive moved through them, something that reached from the ground and all the way to the lower levels of these dense clouds.

Numerous furs pointed and screamed in terror as another quake caused them to stumble and the sirens to stutter while they began to make out the overall body shape of a gargantuan multi-mile tall dog casually walking towards them with what looked to be no care or notice of the sprawling city lying at his paws. Each time the massive dog took a step would the ground shake violently as a deep boom echoed out alongside a shockwave that swept through the stumbling crowds, drawing out terrified yelps and screams.

The rise and fall of both front and hind paws could be seen in clear detail, as could the debris that rained from each padded sole every time they rose after another step. They could also quickly begin to recognize this dog as a german shepherd whose fur seemed quite wet from the torrential downpour the city was experiencing, though that seemed to be of no bother to him. He was also wearing a large light blue collar with black spikes around his neck, which took the attention of some furs for a moment.

A lot of furs took up their phones to record his advance while they fled, screaming voices surrounding them as the densely packed crowds filled the streets as they ran in all manner of directions to avoid the advancing canine. A lot of those who picked up their phones could also see disaster reports of the dog’s advance, and they saw satellite feeds of the entirety of New Jersey’s coast turned into massive paw craters as the dog’s stride had closely followed the densely populated coast.

Of course they had little time to give that much thought, for his immediate approach was far more terrifying for them to witness. They watched as a plane flying high above the skies exploded against one of the dog’s rising paws as it rose from the southern tip of Manhattan, obliterating the plane in a fiery explosion smaller than a single toe, yet bright and visible to them.

The explosion drew out more cries of terror right before that gargantuan step sent the furs stumbling and crying out in terror as they felt the quakes rattle them once more. They could see his legs and body push the clouds away, and watch his tail sway back and forth in the far, far distance, sweeping through those rainy clouds, and clearing patches of them for brief moments before the vortexes of wind sucked other clouds back in to fill the gap.

It was a horrifying sight, and one made so much worse as the countless furs watched him draw nearer, their wide open eyes watching in terror as those gargantuan padded paws crashed down in the distance, effortlessly crushing rows of skyscrapers. It seemed as if even the sturdiest of those impressive highrises merely crumbled beneath his dark padded soles, turning every skyscraper into debris rains for the mere splits of a second it took before the paw itself crashed into the ground.

They could see that each toe indeed towered above the surrounding skyscrapers, each of which would be lucky if they’d reach half way up a single one of the toes of each paw. More so could they see that the skyscrapers around each step swayed and leaned as they, too, begun to collapse from the quakes and the immense shockwaves, and not to mention the shifting ground.

A wave of louder screams them erupted as the titan’s right front paw raised itself far into the skies near them, its padded sole briefly visible even though it raised itself several blocks away from them. They barely had time to look upon its water-soaked pads and the residual lights of crushed vehicles upon its pads before it fell down, causing a tremendous boom as it struck down that close, throwing all of the furs to the ground.

The entirety of Times Square was for a brief moment cast into darkness as the lights around it in billboards, streets and buildings flickered and died for a mere few seconds before bright neon and LED light once more bathed the busy square that barely just avoided the worst of the shockwaves and quakes of the titan’s step.

And while they began to get back onto their feet they looked just in time to see the titan’s gargantuan left hind paw crash down near Chelsea Park right after the left forepaw rose itself from near that same location, swinging up above Times Square, then past it. The size of the gargantuan shepherd caused its paw to make an audible and deep “swoosh” sound as it moved through the rain, displacing such a massive amount of air that it literarily pushed the falling rain away from it, giving those below some reprieve from the downpour, though just for a few moments.

The titan’s body had meanwhile begun to move above them, filling their skies with his fluffy belly, from which water rained as if from the clouds themselves. They stared up as those dense and thick clouds swirled through his fur like strands of smoke, flowing across his body as it pushed through them without care; his head was literarily in the clouds throughout the whole event, his eyes never looking down or even recognizing the existence of the city at his paws, the city across which he was already drawing a long line of destruction.

And it was about then that the furs in Times Square saw his right hind paw rise itself from far, far in the distance where it had crushed countless blocks and many, many more furs beneath its pads. The titan’s right forepaw then rose as the hind paw neared, debris and crushed vehicles raining from it and down into the crater it had created while it continued to rise away while the hind paw raised above the panicking Times Square.

The furs there stared up in what would likely be their final moments, their eyes wide with terror as they stared at the titan’s sole and saw its city block-dwarfing pads, freshly moistened from a brief walk through the upper bay, reflecting the lights of the busy and panic-filled square as the paw pushed through a dense portion of low clouds, parting them and sending wisps of clouds trailing around each toe. They also saw the remains of numerous vehicles stuck to each pad; each vehicle was crushed beyond recognition, though their colored metal was still visible against the otherwise black pads of the canine colossus.

Between his toes were also the remains of partially crushed skyscrapers whose remains had stuck between his toes and in the spaces between pads like toe jam, with lights held alive by residual electricity shining upon the sole, each stuttering as those lights were nearing the final moments of their energy. The headlights of cars trapped there between and around the pads were also shining upon the dark glossy surfaces, giving an extra eerie sight to it all.

They could also see that slowly wagging tail in the far distance sweeping back and forth through the clouds, and could see the lights of planes as they tried their best to avoid the walking dog, and to avoid his wagging tail. Though most were able to do it, many were caught by the vortexes of air created by the tail, either by being sucked into them, or pushed on rather forcefully by immense winds caused by the air the tail displaced and blew away.

The furs on the ground got mere glimpses of sparks and fire from those planes as they were torn apart by those winds and vortexes before the paw fell, drawing out far louder screams from the district before the massive paw struck. The final sights the furs down there would see was of the surrounding skyscrapers breaking apart against the unyielding surface of a single pad, those once sturdy and impressive buildings doing naught but shatter against the falling paw.
The lights of each stuttered and flickered, as did the billboards across their facades while the buildings themselves unraveled and crumbled like sand against the descending paw moments before it struck. And thus the entirety of Times Square and the surrounding blocks disappeared beneath the paw to the sound of a deafening boom that echoed between the skyscrapers of New York.

The impact caused the ground to heave around the step, shattering as it rose, split and dipped, causing surrounding buildings to fall like domino bricks onto their surrounding skyscrapers, just to knock them over as well. And meanwhile would that immense shockwave also sweep through numerous streets while the massive german shepherd just walked on without care.

The paw soon after raised itself up from the crater where Times Square had once been, debris, dirt and mud raining from its sole alongside the crushed wrecks of countless vehicles and many more street lamps and stands. The many billboards of Times Square were now stuck to a portion of that one pad, crushed and mangled into heaps of metal and glass amidst the debris of several more buildings.

And the crater the paw left behind was stunning as well, a massive kilometer wide crater shaped in a perfect imprint after the massive dog’s paw. The crater’s surface was covered by compressed dirt, mud and the debris of the skyscrapers the step crushed, as well as littered by the remains of streets and countless crushed vehicles; even the subway trains beneath Times Square were visible in the crater, each crushed almost beyond recognition.

The walls of the crater revealed the maze-like underground tunnels of Manhattan, including the many subway lines that ran beneath the district. Some of those subway tunnels had the mangled remains of a subway train sticking out of them, crushed along the bottom and sides of the crater while the rest of the trains lay mangled up and crumpled near the new “opening” in the tunnels where they had collided against the paw as it had stepped down.

Surrounding the crater was the collapsed remains of countless skyscrapers that had either collapsed or fallen over by the shifting ground, cracks or a mixture of both and the massive shockwave, leading to destruction that spread for several blocks around the crater itself, from which plumes of smoke was quick to rise. And it was just one crater in a long line of massive paw craters sewn into the city in the wake of the gargantuan dog, each easily visible as they provided paw-shaped spots of darkness amidst the lights of skyscrapers and streets.

And for Rex it was naught but another stride in a rainy day, a coastal stroll that was about to change into a cross-continental stride once he walked forth, following the Hudson River further inland to give the entire country a stroll the likes of which the tinies below would never recover from…

The end