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i'm planning on turning these pages digital some time in the future, but due to time constraints, i posted this...and my scanner sucks so much. >:[

Yaro found himself surrounded by countless Sneasel, slashing violently at him with their extended claws. He felt a scythe-like claw rake over his face, followed by a stinging sensation.The Sneasel children snickered amongst themselves, then in a blur leapt at the snivy. Their full intention was to cause more than a few cuts, and with dark grins, they fell upon their victim. Yet, as they neared, a wave of leaves enveloped the now irritted Snivy. He muttered coldly, "leaf storm," as the Sneasel gang suddenly found themselves launched away and being savagly sliced by the sharp, whirling leaves.They dropped to the ground, recoiling in pain from their wounds, as Yaro moved past them to the watching Sneasel.

"yaro, don't be hasty. That one's injured." Queinn stated as he moved alongside his disgruntled partner. Yaro glared at him for a fraction of a second, ready to snap, but corrected himself.

"The injured ones...are always the most dangerous-"
he stopped in mid-sentence, looking down at the seemingly unconscious sneasel.

"see, he's out cold. Now, since you happended to beat up all those children, how're we gonna convince them to---"

"CONVINCE THIS!!" shrieked the Sneasel child before Yaro, as he leapt to deal a fatal blow(metal claw) to the unguarded rogue.
Yaro froze, unable to figure out how to evade the oncoming attack. Just as he resolved himself to use leaf blade to deflect, he found the sneasels outstretched claws frozen mere inches from his face. he looked, shocked to his right side. Quienn had, in just seconds, slammed headfirst (dragon rush) into the attacking sneasel,pinning him against the tree he'd previously been slumped against. Queinn released the child, who collapsed to the snowy ground.

"YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Yaro screamed as he used his leaf blade attack, slicing of the tip of the sneasel child's ear feather.The Sneasel looked in disbelief as his feather swirled before his eyes, resting in the snow at his feet.

"Be glad that was just a feather, not a limb." Yaro hissed.

The sneasel slumped to the ground, weakend from wounds previously dealt, and the attack by the Deino.his vision began to blur and before he blacked out,he saw his brethren recover and submit to the rogue intruders.
The Deino's voice echoed in his head, "I know we've just trespassed on your turf, even attacking you, 'what gall we must have' i'm sure, but this cold forest is no home for you. Slasher is dead, killed by a merchant....and your life of thievery is also effectively over. It died with slasher. Now i suggest all of you come with Yaro and i, to the Rogues Guild. your late leader was a subordinate of our leader Gunpowder, and as a repayment to him, you are all asked to join."

the children whispered among themselves, hesitant to follow.

"i know you think i might just be saying lies to you, but i swear on my honor, as a past bandit like all of you were, that if you come with us, you will be treated with respect. Not only that, but you will be given a warm place to sleep during this freeze, food and as much attention as you so desire. Of course any who wish to remain here in the creeping forest, awaiting whatever hardship you will definately encounter, you are free to do as you wish. Likewise, if you desire a life of relative confort, you can follow my fuming friend, who seems to be ready as ever to leave this cold forest."

the sneasel children muttered quietly, watching a few of their friends dash off into the dark depths of the forest.The dozen left of them, decidedly made up their minds and trudged after the quickly departing Yaro.
The only one left was the sneasel with only half a feather, lying motionless, facedown in the snow.Queinn sighed, his breath misting in the air. he nealt down on his forlegs, pushing his head underneath the sneasel's unconscious body. slowly standing, he moved after the others, back to the rogue guild. He would teach this sneasel personally, as part of Team Red bandits, whether or not Yaro approved. He and yaro were given second chances, and in his mind, the child sneasel should too.
~

look at me fail at story descriptions,anyway, the sneasel that queinn takes back is named Sasha. he's a complicated kid, but also a crybaby...so..yeah.

and i still need to finish the first sidequest, just 2 more pages to ink and color....

art/characters(C)

no crap about queinn please~

Description
i'm planning on turning these pages digital some time in the future, but due to time constraints, i posted this...and my scanner sucks so much. >:[

Yaro found himself surrounded by countless Sneasel, slashing violently at him with their extended claws. He felt a scythe-like claw rake over his face, followed by a stinging sensation.The Sneasel children snickered amongst themselves, then in a blur leapt at the snivy. Their full intention was to cause more than a few cuts, and with dark grins, they fell upon their victim. Yet, as they neared, a wave of leaves enveloped the now irritted Snivy. He muttered coldly, "leaf storm," as the Sneasel gang suddenly found themselves launched away and being savagly sliced by the sharp, whirling leaves.They dropped to the ground, recoiling in pain from their wounds, as Yaro moved past them to the watching Sneasel.

"yaro, don't be hasty. That one's injured." Queinn stated as he moved alongside his disgruntled partner. Yaro glared at him for a fraction of a second, ready to snap, but corrected himself.

"The injured ones...are always the most dangerous-"
he stopped in mid-sentence, looking down at the seemingly unconscious sneasel.

"see, he's out cold. Now, since you happended to beat up all those children, how're we gonna convince them to---"

"CONVINCE THIS!!" shrieked the Sneasel child before Yaro, as he leapt to deal a fatal blow(metal claw) to the unguarded rogue.
Yaro froze, unable to figure out how to evade the oncoming attack. Just as he resolved himself to use leaf blade to deflect, he found the sneasels outstretched claws frozen mere inches from his face. he looked, shocked to his right side. Quienn had, in just seconds, slammed headfirst (dragon rush) into the attacking sneasel,pinning him against the tree he'd previously been slumped against. Queinn released the child, who collapsed to the snowy ground.

"YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Yaro screamed as he used his leaf blade attack, slicing of the tip of the sneasel child's ear feather.The Sneasel looked in disbelief as his feather swirled before his eyes, resting in the snow at his feet.

"Be glad that was just a feather, not a limb." Yaro hissed.

The sneasel slumped to the ground, weakend from wounds previously dealt, and the attack by the Deino.his vision began to blur and before he blacked out,he saw his brethren recover and submit to the rogue intruders.
The Deino's voice echoed in his head, "I know we've just trespassed on your turf, even attacking you, 'what gall we must have' i'm sure, but this cold forest is no home for you. Slasher is dead, killed by a merchant....and your life of thievery is also effectively over. It died with slasher. Now i suggest all of you come with Yaro and i, to the Rogues Guild. your late leader was a subordinate of our leader Gunpowder, and as a repayment to him, you are all asked to join."

the children whispered among themselves, hesitant to follow.

"i know you think i might just be saying lies to you, but i swear on my honor, as a past bandit like all of you were, that if you come with us, you will be treated with respect. Not only that, but you will be given a warm place to sleep during this freeze, food and as much attention as you so desire. Of course any who wish to remain here in the creeping forest, awaiting whatever hardship you will definately encounter, you are free to do as you wish. Likewise, if you desire a life of relative confort, you can follow my fuming friend, who seems to be ready as ever to leave this cold forest."

the sneasel children muttered quietly, watching a few of their friends dash off into the dark depths of the forest.The dozen left of them, decidedly made up their minds and trudged after the quickly departing Yaro.
The only one left was the sneasel with only half a feather, lying motionless, facedown in the snow.Queinn sighed, his breath misting in the air. he nealt down on his forlegs, pushing his head underneath the sneasel's unconscious body. slowly standing, he moved after the others, back to the rogue guild. He would teach this sneasel personally, as part of Team Red bandits, whether or not Yaro approved. He and yaro were given second chances, and in his mind, the child sneasel should too.
~

look at me fail at story descriptions,anyway, the sneasel that queinn takes back is named Sasha. he's a complicated kid, but also a crybaby...so..yeah.

and i still need to finish the first sidequest, just 2 more pages to ink and color....

art/characters(C)

no crap about queinn please~