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Dew you know?

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Page 6: You are Here!
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My bud Whokuu and I are working on this comic so the odd numbered parts will show up on that side! Let's see what happens shall we.

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Previously... See page 5 ;D
Little did either of them know, there was still things in store for them before they made it back to the Shack... Something... unexpected.
The two tipsy friends, despite how they had managed to sing an entire song with gusto, hadn’t gotten very far from the Rattle’s Rest in their attempt to escape (and shirk the bill). Not from lack of effort mind you, if anything clinging to each other to stay up was the only reason they had gotten out the door. Rather the sap had gone to their heads and consequently their feet. Well that and clinging to each other was a double-edged sword due to the pain of the burns they’d gotten inside the Rattle’s Rest from Pish’s impulsive need to show off.

To top it off neither Pish nor Orion knew earth magic, so they couldn’t heal the burns from possibly causing scars later. Not that this occurred to them since the adrenaline and sap in their system blocked out rational thought.

Pish let out another yowl of song that was a bit too enthusiastic, causing his weight to swing too far forward for his heavy feet to keep up. Seemingly uninterested in catching himself from falling flat on his snout, Orion shifted around to keep them both balanced even if it caused them both to hiss from the pressure on their injuries.

And then it happened. The result of so many different parts…

In the end if Orion hadn’t passed his class he wouldn’t have gone to see Pish on that day.

If he hadn’t gone to see Pish on that day, a day when everyone else was away then Pish wouldn’t have insisted they go celebrate with drinks.

If they hadn’t gone to celebrate with drinks, they wouldn’t have drunk so much and mixed sap with magic (something that no one recommended).

They wouldn’t have caused a fire and so wouldn’t have run off early.

If they hadn’t left at the time they had in the state they had, then they wouldn’t be fumbling and singing and generally not getting anywhere.

And if Pish hadn’t fallen forward Orion wouldn’t have shifted around, leading to an unintentional glance back to the Rattle’s Rest.

To where he saw something in the flower box beside the entrance.

“Hey Pish, what’s that?” Orion mumbled, squinting with heavy eyelids in an attempt to make out the round shape with tunnel vision and darkness interfering.

“That doesn’t rhyme bud” Pish tsked loudly as he swung around to look where his friend was looking.

“Dude no, look!” Orion pointed and then unhooked himself from Pish (who wobbled but slouched enough to stay up somehow) and ran back over to the building. His feet fumbled but amazingly he managed to stay up as if the curiosity had cleared the mind a little.

Orion gapped has he carefully put his paws on the cool surface of the round hard object before tugging it gently out of the flower bushes and carried it back to where Pish swayed to a silent beat.

Pish only looked up from his exaggerated slouch when Orion was right in front of him. Seeing what his friend held he perked up instantly, sappiness pushed to the side for now. Pish put his claws on top of the egg cradled in Orion’s arms, “No way! An egg!” Pish declared like they’d found buried treasure.

The egg itself was a green base colour with two bands of a lighter and darker green in the middle, an off-white spot on the top and was speckled with a bright pink.

Orion looked like he wanted to scratch his head, “What was it doing in a flower box?”

Pish shrugged like this was a minor concern, “Let’s take it with us!”

Orion nodded his agreement. It wasn’t the worst thing they could have decided to do with it. It was cold outside, especially this time of year and it had been sitting abandoned in a flower box of the Rattle’s Rest of all places. Alma would likely be asleep now as well so they couldn’t take it to The Nook.

So… to the Shindig Shack the egg went.

Words: 670
I wanted to try summarise the previous parts of the story real quick, so that's that ramble in the middle heh
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UPGRADES:
+ Scar
= 2 Month since last scar: New Injuries
= 600 word story: Above!

8/848
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Sketch and Coloring, Pish- CherryTrabbit
Lineart and Shading, Orion - Whokuu

Commissions + Species Order Forms [OPEN]

Description

Dew you know?

Page 5:
Page 6: You are Here!
Page 7:
~
My bud Whokuu and I are working on this comic so the odd numbered parts will show up on that side! Let's see what happens shall we.

~
Previously... See page 5 ;D
Little did either of them know, there was still things in store for them before they made it back to the Shack... Something... unexpected.
The two tipsy friends, despite how they had managed to sing an entire song with gusto, hadn’t gotten very far from the Rattle’s Rest in their attempt to escape (and shirk the bill). Not from lack of effort mind you, if anything clinging to each other to stay up was the only reason they had gotten out the door. Rather the sap had gone to their heads and consequently their feet. Well that and clinging to each other was a double-edged sword due to the pain of the burns they’d gotten inside the Rattle’s Rest from Pish’s impulsive need to show off.

To top it off neither Pish nor Orion knew earth magic, so they couldn’t heal the burns from possibly causing scars later. Not that this occurred to them since the adrenaline and sap in their system blocked out rational thought.

Pish let out another yowl of song that was a bit too enthusiastic, causing his weight to swing too far forward for his heavy feet to keep up. Seemingly uninterested in catching himself from falling flat on his snout, Orion shifted around to keep them both balanced even if it caused them both to hiss from the pressure on their injuries.

And then it happened. The result of so many different parts…

In the end if Orion hadn’t passed his class he wouldn’t have gone to see Pish on that day.

If he hadn’t gone to see Pish on that day, a day when everyone else was away then Pish wouldn’t have insisted they go celebrate with drinks.

If they hadn’t gone to celebrate with drinks, they wouldn’t have drunk so much and mixed sap with magic (something that no one recommended).

They wouldn’t have caused a fire and so wouldn’t have run off early.

If they hadn’t left at the time they had in the state they had, then they wouldn’t be fumbling and singing and generally not getting anywhere.

And if Pish hadn’t fallen forward Orion wouldn’t have shifted around, leading to an unintentional glance back to the Rattle’s Rest.

To where he saw something in the flower box beside the entrance.

“Hey Pish, what’s that?” Orion mumbled, squinting with heavy eyelids in an attempt to make out the round shape with tunnel vision and darkness interfering.

“That doesn’t rhyme bud” Pish tsked loudly as he swung around to look where his friend was looking.

“Dude no, look!” Orion pointed and then unhooked himself from Pish (who wobbled but slouched enough to stay up somehow) and ran back over to the building. His feet fumbled but amazingly he managed to stay up as if the curiosity had cleared the mind a little.

Orion gapped has he carefully put his paws on the cool surface of the round hard object before tugging it gently out of the flower bushes and carried it back to where Pish swayed to a silent beat.

Pish only looked up from his exaggerated slouch when Orion was right in front of him. Seeing what his friend held he perked up instantly, sappiness pushed to the side for now. Pish put his claws on top of the egg cradled in Orion’s arms, “No way! An egg!” Pish declared like they’d found buried treasure.

The egg itself was a green base colour with two bands of a lighter and darker green in the middle, an off-white spot on the top and was speckled with a bright pink.

Orion looked like he wanted to scratch his head, “What was it doing in a flower box?”

Pish shrugged like this was a minor concern, “Let’s take it with us!”

Orion nodded his agreement. It wasn’t the worst thing they could have decided to do with it. It was cold outside, especially this time of year and it had been sitting abandoned in a flower box of the Rattle’s Rest of all places. Alma would likely be asleep now as well so they couldn’t take it to The Nook.

So… to the Shindig Shack the egg went.

Words: 670
I wanted to try summarise the previous parts of the story real quick, so that's that ramble in the middle heh
~
UPGRADES:
+ Scar
= 2 Month since last scar: New Injuries
= 600 word story: Above!

8/848
___________________________________________
Sketch and Coloring, Pish- CherryTrabbit
Lineart and Shading, Orion - Whokuu

Commissions + Species Order Forms [OPEN]