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Silver had the fantastic idea to change the focus on the image using the same sketch to show the different point of views of this scene
So ayyo ayy here we go!
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Tenga lounged on the tattered couch as he usually did before dinner. Arms behind his head, he stretched a little so his form hovered over the cushions for a moment before thumping back into place as he relaxed again with a grunt.

Across from him was the one window in the room. The curtains hadn’t been closed and he could see the sun setting in all its flaming glory. Yellows, oranges and reds.

He shuddered. It was too much like fire against a dark horizon. Too much like those nights not long enough in his past. He could almost smell the sickness in the air from those horrible days.

He debated getting up and shoving the curtains over the scene echoing a memory and then snapping at Prairie for not remembering to do so earlier. Wherever she was.

“Brrrew?” came a noise below him, snapping him out of it. Argo pawed at the couch cushion at his side, his head tilted in question.

“What’s up buddy?” he asked.

“Kuu kuu,” Argo replied and jumped back to spin in a circle then faced the door.

“You want out,” Tenga sighed as he pushed himself up and onto his feet, “Alright let’s go.”

He opened the front door for his little buddy who wasted no time taking off into the darkness of the forest.

It’s times like this he regretted not learning some basic fire magic to light the way, but the element just didn’t work for him. Besides the bird bastard focused on that so Tenga refused to try on principle.

At the very least the tip of his hair glowed gold so that was something.

He followed the noises of Argo rustling in the bushes, picking up the pace as he realised the Runeboo was running now.

“Argo,” he chided in his naturally growly voice, “Not so fast. This is…“

Spite territory.

The Cosy Coatala where he stayed was on the outskirts of the town, once this gave perfect access to the forests. But now those forests weren’t safe and it gave the spites perfect access to them instead.

Argo didn’t respond and he couldn’t hear the little fella through the shrubbery over his own running.

Just when he was going to start yelling, he broke into a small clearing. Argo sat off to the side in a bush, staring ahead with orange light reflecting off his blue shell.

Tenga looked to what his boo was staring at and froze.

In the clearing was a group of Shamble Spites and in the middle was the source of the light; a quadruped Wyngro of darker colour. Familiar colours, and in form as well. But covered in ornate shining armour from head to toes.

The platting reflected fire from a nearby lantern the gro manipulated with ease, making the oranges and yellows swim in the metal like water currents. And to top off the warrior’s ensemble: a sword was wielded with obvious training even clamped in the mouth for lack of thumbs. The form leapt and slashed at the monsters like it were the product of a lifetime of practice. At no moment did he feel his help was needed. Those spites were mince meat on the burning ground within seconds.

No, for once it wasn’t a sight of fear or worry, this gro knew exactly what they were doing. The scene was beautiful in its sharp brutality. It was like a dance. Dangerous and elegant, practiced and strong.

Suffice to say it took a while for Tenga to realise he was staring with his jaw hanging open, even after the last Spite fell and the warrior heaved to catch breath in the lungs.

Then the form turned around.
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Unblurred version because its a shame all those pretty details were blurred

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Wyngro Tracker
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Art and Tenga - CherryTrabbit
Warrior stranger - SilverWolfEye

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