Pen, ink, & Photoshop, 2012

Glamhoof observed the Fields of Neon in the distance through his cosmic viewing lenses, the wind tousling his boa but leaving his magnificently-fixed tresses in place. He pawed the ground nervously. The punk-spawn of C’lashh have been here, he thought to himself, and if they have come so close to this most sacred of places then even the foreign lands of Prog may have fallen…

He reared up defiantly. Perhaps another man would have fled, or uttered prayers in desperation, but not he. Rearing high and letting the sun gleam upon the glitter that adorned his skin and flanks, he howled out a challenge to the sky. The punk-spawn were nearing, yes, but soon they would come to know the wrath of a keytaur.

Another goofy present for a friend, also uploaded by request.