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"[...]Eyes blazing with a monstrous internal fire, nostrils flared and teeth bared, Vygo's visage was a mask of rage as he toppled his imagined foe into the snow below in a single blow. Given that show of force, what had been a one-way flow of actual animosity from Vygo to the funnyman became an actual fight. As the brown-scaled boy scrambled back onto his feet to counter-attack, Vygo ripped off the pelt-topped cloak that hung around his neck. His body burned on the inside, the steamy, visibly heated air that rushed out in heavy snorts from his nose was a clear indicator of just how much his blood was boiling.
"Well? Going to back up that talk with anything, or what?" Vygo snarled at his opponent, fists clenched so tight that his palms bled. His breath was another gout of pale smoke in the cold morning air.
Through the wispy cloud that Vygo's challenge had produced, the other male struck. Vygo saw it coming and seemed to choose not to dodge or block. It was like he wanted to get hit, wanted to be hurt. He reeled back, nearly losing his footing, but remained up. His mouth bled, his cheek having been cut on his own sharp teeth. He spit it out onto the snow, staining the pure white with a splatter of crimson. He smirked at the sight of it and launched forward again, catching the other combatant as he had paused to doff his own cloak-shawl. He had thought he had time, imagined Vygo was about to fall backward.
Clad in their thick fur-lined vests and the sturdy undershirts common to nearly all men of the clan, the two exchanged a number of blows as the other males watched and hemmed in ever closer around the brawling pair. The others cheered them on - such entertainment was rather rare, after all.
Ever-angrier, Vygo's body surged with heat as he struck like a madman against his foe's vested chest and belly. It was all too hot, all too safe, too insulated, too shielded. He wanted pain, wanted injury, for himself and his enemy, lashing out in any way he could, his unleashed rage and stress leading him to ripping his own protective garments off, one layer at a time, and shouting at the other man to do the same. "Fight like a man! Face me as I face you! No more nonsense!"
Vygo had forgotten all about the scar upon his back and how it could potentially pain him when exposed, though if he had remembered it, he probably would have welcomed another vector for personal agony.
Perhaps goaded into it by Vygo, or perhaps feeling just as hot inside as his fellow clan-member, the brown-backed boy stripped to the waist just as Vygo had. His body was not as toned as the younger, partially red-scaled one, but he was not a weakling by any means.
While the slightly older warrior seemed to slowly lose energy as the fight went on and Vygo bruised his bared body, the male twin appeared to gain vitality as his nose was bloodied and his torso was smashed. Errant cuts appeared on Vygo's form, a result of sloppy punches that possessed a thumbclaw. Even more blood appeared on the other male, both from a few of Vygo's own jabs and from the foe's nose and mouth. The fiery-eyed brother gave back four-fold what he received. His chest heaved and his breath issued from nose and mouth as billowing steam. It was as though he were returning to pure draconic form in the heat of battle, a supply of divine, infernal energy returning to him from his reptilian ancestors, or even from the volcanic deity who had given rise to the dragons originally, in untold eons past.[...]"
Woah Vygo!
This is part of a long story I got
Amethystine to write for me some time ago. We planned to post it entirely along with several illustrations I made to accompany it, and additionally, we'd also sell an artpack with some exclusive illustrations. The idea was dropped for some personal reasons, but maybe in the future, after some editing and tweaking, well get the back to it! But for now you can see the illustrations (minus the exclusive ones, these are kept privately :P), and some snippets of the story!
"[...]Eyes blazing with a monstrous internal fire, nostrils flared and teeth bared, Vygo's visage was a mask of rage as he toppled his imagined foe into the snow below in a single blow. Given that show of force, what had been a one-way flow of actual animosity from Vygo to the funnyman became an actual fight. As the brown-scaled boy scrambled back onto his feet to counter-attack, Vygo ripped off the pelt-topped cloak that hung around his neck. His body burned on the inside, the steamy, visibly heated air that rushed out in heavy snorts from his nose was a clear indicator of just how much his blood was boiling.
"Well? Going to back up that talk with anything, or what?" Vygo snarled at his opponent, fists clenched so tight that his palms bled. His breath was another gout of pale smoke in the cold morning air.
Through the wispy cloud that Vygo's challenge had produced, the other male struck. Vygo saw it coming and seemed to choose not to dodge or block. It was like he wanted to get hit, wanted to be hurt. He reeled back, nearly losing his footing, but remained up. His mouth bled, his cheek having been cut on his own sharp teeth. He spit it out onto the snow, staining the pure white with a splatter of crimson. He smirked at the sight of it and launched forward again, catching the other combatant as he had paused to doff his own cloak-shawl. He had thought he had time, imagined Vygo was about to fall backward.
Clad in their thick fur-lined vests and the sturdy undershirts common to nearly all men of the clan, the two exchanged a number of blows as the other males watched and hemmed in ever closer around the brawling pair. The others cheered them on - such entertainment was rather rare, after all.
Ever-angrier, Vygo's body surged with heat as he struck like a madman against his foe's vested chest and belly. It was all too hot, all too safe, too insulated, too shielded. He wanted pain, wanted injury, for himself and his enemy, lashing out in any way he could, his unleashed rage and stress leading him to ripping his own protective garments off, one layer at a time, and shouting at the other man to do the same. "Fight like a man! Face me as I face you! No more nonsense!"
Vygo had forgotten all about the scar upon his back and how it could potentially pain him when exposed, though if he had remembered it, he probably would have welcomed another vector for personal agony.
Perhaps goaded into it by Vygo, or perhaps feeling just as hot inside as his fellow clan-member, the brown-backed boy stripped to the waist just as Vygo had. His body was not as toned as the younger, partially red-scaled one, but he was not a weakling by any means.
While the slightly older warrior seemed to slowly lose energy as the fight went on and Vygo bruised his bared body, the male twin appeared to gain vitality as his nose was bloodied and his torso was smashed. Errant cuts appeared on Vygo's form, a result of sloppy punches that possessed a thumbclaw. Even more blood appeared on the other male, both from a few of Vygo's own jabs and from the foe's nose and mouth. The fiery-eyed brother gave back four-fold what he received. His chest heaved and his breath issued from nose and mouth as billowing steam. It was as though he were returning to pure draconic form in the heat of battle, a supply of divine, infernal energy returning to him from his reptilian ancestors, or even from the volcanic deity who had given rise to the dragons originally, in untold eons past.[...]"
Woah Vygo!
This is part of a long story I got
Amethystine to write for me some time ago. We planned to post it entirely along with several illustrations I made to accompany it, and additionally, we'd also sell an artpack with some exclusive illustrations. The idea was dropped for some personal reasons, but maybe in the future, after some editing and tweaking, well get the back to it! But for now you can see the illustrations (minus the exclusive ones, these are kept privately :P), and some snippets of the story!
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 1500 x 720px
File Size 1.29 MB
This was a really interesting (and fun) part of the story to write. I'm usually entirely entrenched in
romance (when it comes to things I do with you) or TF things (in my own personal works), so a
fight scene was quite a unique thing for me to do. I hope I pulled it off. :}===<
I am seriously loving all of these, everything you do-quite frankly.
No issue.
I have many, many epic commission ideas; just need people with the ability to draw because my art skills are potato.
I have many, many epic commission ideas; just need people with the ability to draw because my art skills are potato.
O.o sibling abuse.. Though I had that growing up I do understand the artistic value of this.
Yes
Yes
You... you did notice it's two males, right? It's not his sister, but another member of their clan. lol
Well, it's only one of them, hehe! He would never do this to his sister!
Ah so now we know where the line is on the trauma and torture Mantis will inflict on her characters. XD
I could create a pair of sibling characters in which one is abusive... but not these two! For them it's only love... and some bickering! XD
I'm not sure how but when I saw the thumbnail, I heard "Falcon PAWNCH" in my head, and at the same time, "BROOKLYN RAGE!"
I love everything you've been drawing from this universe. So much.
I love everything you've been drawing from this universe. So much.
Dam that is one hell of a scene !! Really captures the motion !!
Great work !!!
Great work !!!
Duel of fisticuff between gentlemen. What more could you ask for?
Very energetic a bit more of that punch and the blood could spell out the hit with letters.
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