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Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Defenders of Warmth
Excerpt from Chapter Six: Max
Full chapter: [link]
Previous chapter's artwork: [link]
Next chapter's artwork: [link]
Location: Sheltered Vale

A roar of approval came from the back part of the crowd, and Deerling stood a little bit taller as her fur returned to its normal color and the excess water streamed down to the ground in little rivulets. Still, the smile from earlier had faded, and she looked around warily as she watched for any signs of attack from the pokémon that surrounded her.

Her vigilance proved in vain. The cheers of the valley natives died down suddenly as a monferno burst out from where she'd been lurking behind some of her buddies. Before Deerling could react, a powerful mach punch had knocked her down to the ground; in another moment, Monferno's foot was at Deerling's neck, pressing down hard enough that it was clear that she was having difficulty breathing.

Out of the corner of his eye, Max suddenly saw sparks flying from somewhere among the trees. "Why that dirty rotten-"

"Hush, Joltik!" Max heard Braviary interrupt. "We wait for the right moment to strike! If we attack now, Monferno might just kill her before turning to deal with us. Let's wait and see if there's a better moment."

Max was surprised to hear the guildmaster being so level-headed for once. I guess he wouldn't be guildmaster if all he had was brute strength. But right now, I agree more with Joltik than him. We can't just leave that deerling like that! Max's fear wasn't gone, but it was battling with his anger and indignation for supremacy. For now, the fear still won out, and he waited for Braviary's signal to attack.

There was a tense silence for a while as monferno pressed down ever harder. It wasn't until Deerling had nearly passed out that Monferno finally let up a bit and, in a voice loud enough for all to hear, said, "You know, Deerling, I thought you had wizened up a bit when you started purposefully throwing the battles. I thought you'd learned your place. What changed?"

Deerling coughed a bit and said something too softly for Max to hear. Whatever it was, it made Monferno's tail flare up with rage. Snarling, she moved her tail and put the still-blazing tip right up to Deerling's fragile ear, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Well, then, I think we've had enough of this little jokester," the Monferno shouted above the deerling's shrill scream. "Right, boys?"

All the other of the other invaders yelled in unison, working themselves into a frenzy of bloodlust. Max unconsciously ruffled his feathers as another wave of anger washed through him, but he still didn't have the guts to jump out and help, especially without Braviary's signal. Guildmaster, how long until you-

A giant blur of multicolored feathers suddenly soared out of the trees and straight over the crowd, answering Max's question before he could fully think it. Monferno just barely managed to roll out of the way in time to avoid the grasp of the braviary's heavily muscled talons. Making the best of his miss, Braviary landed next to Deerling and, as Kara jumped off and made her way over to her injured friend, he called out, "All right, guildmembers! Let's show these brutes who's boss!"

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I'm so freaking proud of how this one turned out. Sure, the background's a bit meh, but it's okay. Sure, All of the minor monkeys and all the minor onlookers were drawn in about a minute or two each, and if we're going by the text (which we are) there should be a lot more in the crowd.

But Monferno, Deerling, and the four pokémon up front... Dear Arceus, I was so happy with how they ended up looking. ^_^ Monferno and Deerling were SO TINY, but I still made them look good, and this is considering that I never get leg anatomy right on horses, deer, etc. And the other four were just awesome in general. Not without their flaws, but those flaws were relatively minor.

So yeah. Best pic yet, methinks. Maybe.

Description
Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Defenders of Warmth
Excerpt from Chapter Six: Max
Full chapter: [link]
Previous chapter's artwork: [link]
Next chapter's artwork: [link]
Location: Sheltered Vale

A roar of approval came from the back part of the crowd, and Deerling stood a little bit taller as her fur returned to its normal color and the excess water streamed down to the ground in little rivulets. Still, the smile from earlier had faded, and she looked around warily as she watched for any signs of attack from the pokémon that surrounded her.

Her vigilance proved in vain. The cheers of the valley natives died down suddenly as a monferno burst out from where she'd been lurking behind some of her buddies. Before Deerling could react, a powerful mach punch had knocked her down to the ground; in another moment, Monferno's foot was at Deerling's neck, pressing down hard enough that it was clear that she was having difficulty breathing.

Out of the corner of his eye, Max suddenly saw sparks flying from somewhere among the trees. "Why that dirty rotten-"

"Hush, Joltik!" Max heard Braviary interrupt. "We wait for the right moment to strike! If we attack now, Monferno might just kill her before turning to deal with us. Let's wait and see if there's a better moment."

Max was surprised to hear the guildmaster being so level-headed for once. I guess he wouldn't be guildmaster if all he had was brute strength. But right now, I agree more with Joltik than him. We can't just leave that deerling like that! Max's fear wasn't gone, but it was battling with his anger and indignation for supremacy. For now, the fear still won out, and he waited for Braviary's signal to attack.

There was a tense silence for a while as monferno pressed down ever harder. It wasn't until Deerling had nearly passed out that Monferno finally let up a bit and, in a voice loud enough for all to hear, said, "You know, Deerling, I thought you had wizened up a bit when you started purposefully throwing the battles. I thought you'd learned your place. What changed?"

Deerling coughed a bit and said something too softly for Max to hear. Whatever it was, it made Monferno's tail flare up with rage. Snarling, she moved her tail and put the still-blazing tip right up to Deerling's fragile ear, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Well, then, I think we've had enough of this little jokester," the Monferno shouted above the deerling's shrill scream. "Right, boys?"

All the other of the other invaders yelled in unison, working themselves into a frenzy of bloodlust. Max unconsciously ruffled his feathers as another wave of anger washed through him, but he still didn't have the guts to jump out and help, especially without Braviary's signal. Guildmaster, how long until you-

A giant blur of multicolored feathers suddenly soared out of the trees and straight over the crowd, answering Max's question before he could fully think it. Monferno just barely managed to roll out of the way in time to avoid the grasp of the braviary's heavily muscled talons. Making the best of his miss, Braviary landed next to Deerling and, as Kara jumped off and made her way over to her injured friend, he called out, "All right, guildmembers! Let's show these brutes who's boss!"

*************************************************

I'm so freaking proud of how this one turned out. Sure, the background's a bit meh, but it's okay. Sure, All of the minor monkeys and all the minor onlookers were drawn in about a minute or two each, and if we're going by the text (which we are) there should be a lot more in the crowd.

But Monferno, Deerling, and the four pokémon up front... Dear Arceus, I was so happy with how they ended up looking. ^_^ Monferno and Deerling were SO TINY, but I still made them look good, and this is considering that I never get leg anatomy right on horses, deer, etc. And the other four were just awesome in general. Not without their flaws, but those flaws were relatively minor.

So yeah. Best pic yet, methinks. Maybe.