So my last art book sucked. A lot. So here's a new one that sucks a little less!
I'm pitching to become an animator, so for all you peeps that have a little time, please criticize my work. Throw dirt at it, it wouldn't make me mad it will help me i...
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Adrian was facing a dilemma that he didn't know to be possible. Did he hate the silence he was being forced to endure at the moment, or appreciate its rarity and bask in its glory? He was a people puff, a social butterfly if you would, and that part of him begged for some kind of noise to commence. Yet the soldier side of him cringed at the idea of even the slightest of foot tapping or a soft hum, for it knew enemies with sharp ears and even sharper teeth possibly lurked outside. The soldier side recalled the bombshells and the fire and the screaming. That side of him one easily and he remained quiet, listening for either the return of his makaq or the other soldier that had survived the attack three nights prior that had killed the two others that had been part of their squad. Request for backup had been sent, but they were informed a day later that it would take a month for them to get here. An entire dam month when they could be dead by morning. Although Adrian knew that it wasn't the GSA he had to direct his anger at, rather Nightmare Enterprises with their decision to be clever and station bombworms in the warping tunnels. Nasty red worm like demonbeasts that latched onto spaceships and then proceeded to detonate and blast said ship to hell and back. Help was coming, just without the aid of warp jumping.
It was in the silent outpost that he was alone, just waiting, guarding this place. They were already likely doomed but they'd be off even worse if their base and only shelter got destroyed. Kele has said he wanted to check something out, the dark teal knight also had taken their only space craft with him. Calon had gone to secure the perimeters, and here he was, praying to NOVA that he wouldn't have to bury anymore bodies.
The sound of a spaceships engine finally lifted the silence, but even when he saw it was just the four seater starship that Kele had taken he didn't feel safe. Adrian had been trained to believe that something was a foe before it was a friend, even when what stepped out of the vehicle looked like Kele. Whoever was cooking up these monsters got better and better at it with each passing year that this NOVA forsaken war dragged on, before the monsters could of been taken out with gas bombs that choked out everything, but now these had black blood flowing through their veins. It was artificial and made it easier to call them monsters. It made it easier to kill them, for the monsters had no families, no feelings, no lives before the war began. According to the one that dissected the vile things, most of the beasts weren't even a month old. Ease only came when the other puff gave that little star shaped badge a few casual taps as if he was merely adjusting the shiny object, only the three left alive knew it was a code they had decided upon before arriving to assure each other they weren't possessed or being impersonated.
"Kele, dammit what took you so long? And what's that you're carrying?" He glanced to what the other puff pulled from the ship, a ball..? Maybe a bomb? His purple eyes widened in shock when he realized it was a pup. "Where.. where did you...?" He hurried over, gaze rushing around to assure nothing hung from the cliffside and no monsters perched upon the rocks around them. The pup was very small, blue like he was, Adrian was no expert but he knew at that size it could only be at most a month old. Then he saw the tattoo on its paw, K/M1000. He stumbled back just as quickly, paw reaching for his bow. "That's a demonbeast."
