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Krystal’s Torment
Part 1
Landing
The warship flew impossibly over the clouds of the prehistoric planet. It had a long dragon head carved from a single piece of wood with solid soulless eyes. The dirigible did not look like it should fly, old lumber strapped together with rusty strips of metal. Yet it did, an imposing beast for all those land bound creatures below... except for one. A young vixen girl, with fur as blue as deep ocean rode upon a Pterodactyl named Kyte, flying besides over the ship. The vixen wore little, a golden bikini like top and loin cloth, just enough to offer her some modesty. Anything else would have impeded her style of combat. Not to mention her planet was one of extreme heat. She was an expert with her weapon, a mystical golden staff that was easily the equal of any modern day blaster. A skilled warrior could wield this for both close combat and long distance for multiple foes, truly a weapon to be feared. The only downside was it sometimes tended to lead to overconfidence.
The warrior fox girl was named Krystal, who had spent her life training to battle for all that is good. So when these Lizardmen invaded, she, of course, was the first to take arms. She had her mount circle over the ship, skillfully dodging the guide lines that held the mast upright. When she was sure there were no sentries, Krystal jumped from fifteen feet above from her mount; barely bending her knees as she landed on the wooden deck. Her friend and ride flew off quickly before it could be detected. Krystal quickly looked around once, to make sure she wasn't spotted. They didn't even have guards, how foolish. They must not be expecting an aerial assault. It just made her job easier.
Krystal moved down to the lower deck, ever on her guard. She held the nigh-indestructible golden shaft to her side, ready for an attack. She wanted to find the engine room or control room, something that would enable her to crash this war machine into the side of a mountain. The female mammal peered around the next corner, hearing odd noises... spotting several vile, lizard-like creatures... hideous beasts that walked hunched over, carrying primitive clubs and swords. They wore simple armor; shoulder pads and vests made of either rusted metal plating or scuffed leather. She wrinkled her nose at the strong smell of ale and half rotten meat from the garrison of warriors... there were dozens there. (There are far too many of them... even for me...) The warrior hated the idea of leaving before her mission was done, but she knew that even though these lizards were stupid and untrained, not too mention drunk on whatever putrid ale they were swilling, they could easily swarm her. She took a step back, her foot paws hardly making a whisper on the weather beaten floorboards. Suddenly she felt a clawed hand on her shoulder, before she was shoved into the room roughly, and landing on the garbage-strewn floor. She groaned weakly as she came to a stop, quickly scrambling to her feet as she brandished her teeth, hissing at the Lizardmen as she started backing away. Her hand reached to her side to grab her weapon, but she found in horror it was gone... She lost it when she was pushed. Krystal could see her staff now, already in the claws of one of the many reptile invaders.
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This is something new... pretty much a rehash of a series I already have submitted. Except this time, I will be editting it for the pictures :)
All art done by http://www.furaffinity.net/user/vixentamer/
vixentamer
Krystal’s Torment
Part 1
Landing
The warship flew impossibly over the clouds of the prehistoric planet. It had a long dragon head carved from a single piece of wood with solid soulless eyes. The dirigible did not look like it should fly, old lumber strapped together with rusty strips of metal. Yet it did, an imposing beast for all those land bound creatures below... except for one. A young vixen girl, with fur as blue as deep ocean rode upon a Pterodactyl named Kyte, flying besides over the ship. The vixen wore little, a golden bikini like top and loin cloth, just enough to offer her some modesty. Anything else would have impeded her style of combat. Not to mention her planet was one of extreme heat. She was an expert with her weapon, a mystical golden staff that was easily the equal of any modern day blaster. A skilled warrior could wield this for both close combat and long distance for multiple foes, truly a weapon to be feared. The only downside was it sometimes tended to lead to overconfidence.
The warrior fox girl was named Krystal, who had spent her life training to battle for all that is good. So when these Lizardmen invaded, she, of course, was the first to take arms. She had her mount circle over the ship, skillfully dodging the guide lines that held the mast upright. When she was sure there were no sentries, Krystal jumped from fifteen feet above from her mount; barely bending her knees as she landed on the wooden deck. Her friend and ride flew off quickly before it could be detected. Krystal quickly looked around once, to make sure she wasn't spotted. They didn't even have guards, how foolish. They must not be expecting an aerial assault. It just made her job easier.
Krystal moved down to the lower deck, ever on her guard. She held the nigh-indestructible golden shaft to her side, ready for an attack. She wanted to find the engine room or control room, something that would enable her to crash this war machine into the side of a mountain. The female mammal peered around the next corner, hearing odd noises... spotting several vile, lizard-like creatures... hideous beasts that walked hunched over, carrying primitive clubs and swords. They wore simple armor; shoulder pads and vests made of either rusted metal plating or scuffed leather. She wrinkled her nose at the strong smell of ale and half rotten meat from the garrison of warriors... there were dozens there. (There are far too many of them... even for me...) The warrior hated the idea of leaving before her mission was done, but she knew that even though these lizards were stupid and untrained, not too mention drunk on whatever putrid ale they were swilling, they could easily swarm her. She took a step back, her foot paws hardly making a whisper on the weather beaten floorboards. Suddenly she felt a clawed hand on her shoulder, before she was shoved into the room roughly, and landing on the garbage-strewn floor. She groaned weakly as she came to a stop, quickly scrambling to her feet as she brandished her teeth, hissing at the Lizardmen as she started backing away. Her hand reached to her side to grab her weapon, but she found in horror it was gone... She lost it when she was pushed. Krystal could see her staff now, already in the claws of one of the many reptile invaders.
*********************************************************
This is something new... pretty much a rehash of a series I already have submitted. Except this time, I will be editting it for the pictures :)
All art done by http://www.furaffinity.net/user/vixentamer/
vixentamer
Category All / All
Species Vulpine (Other)
Gender Any
Size 960 x 680px
File Size 200.2 kB
I like the mixture of a Greek Trireme, the SharpClaw Gallion, and the Halberd, I really wish we actually saw the rest of the unique SharpClaw fleet
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