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    Shadows curled around his paws, reaching up his legs like something alive. His orange eyes flashed with fear, and his lips pulled back as he tried to snap at the blackness but a leather muzzle kept his mouth firmly shut. These were no ordinary shadows, he was realizing. He pulled back, trying to escape them, but a collar and chain held him in place. He couldn’t run, he couldn’t fight. The sudden realization that he had lost all control hit him like a wave. Adrenaline rushed through him, and fear tightened his throat. He tried to focus, tried to think clearly, to not let the fear take control.

    How did I get here? Zareth looked around, the links of the chain clinking as he moved his head. He could walk in a short circle if he wanted to, if the shadows allowed it, but there was nothing around him. It was some sort of cave from the looks of things, but he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t focus on anything for the shadows around his feet and legs kept moving unnaturally. He pulled his head up as high as he could, straining against the chain. A whine threatened to escape him, but he forced it down. He wouldn’t dissolve into a pathetic pup. Instead, Zareth growled. Whatever had him here may have been keeping him from running or fighting, but it would know of his displeasure, and it would know that as soon as he was freed he would kill it for what it did.

    Don’t fight it, a voice said in his head.

    The growl died in his throat as fear once again gripped him. His ears flattened against his head as the shadows peeled up off of the ground. Zareth jerked back against the collar holding him, the whites of his eyes showing like slivers of moon against the black mask on his dark, gray-brown face.

    Don’t fight me, the voice added, sounding far too amused for Zareth’s liking. He was wild, he didn’t belong here, tied up. Was this thing going to eat him? What was happening? His mind was going through questions too fast, trying to work his way out of this, but he wasn’t sure he could.

    I can help you, Zareth. The shadows began to form into something that was very like smoke and eyes strangely appeared all over it. Canine front legs began to emerge from the shadowy, smoke creature, as well as a long, pointed muzzle and extremely long pointed ears. It was bearing it’s teeth in a horrible grin, and it’s eyes, eyes that glowed a sickly pale shade of yellow stared at him, but what made Zareth feel even sicker was the extra eye in the middle of its head—among all the rest of the eyes staring at him from the shadows that were… well he supposed its body.

    “Don’t look so afraid,” the creature spoke aloud this time, and reached over Zareth’s back with a long, skinny leg with unnaturally long digits on its paws. “I’m not going to eat you,” the creature snickered. “I am here to offer you a proposition. Don’t worry. Just hear me out before you say anything. Oh wait,” the creature paused. “You can’t!” It started laughing.

    Zareth growled. This creature. He wasn’t going to listen to anything it had to say. How dare it make a mockery out of him?

    “Oh calm down! It’s not so bad? You’re too serious anyways. Look,” the creature moved in front of him. “You want power and domination, am I right? Of course I am,” it added smugly. “My name is Ma’ii, son of Coyote. The Coyote, I may add.” He sounded very proud of himself, but Zareth had no idea what he was talking about. “Well, I can offer you that position that you couldn’t attain on your own out here all wild. If you listen to me, not only those that are wild will listen to you, but those that subject themselves to the mastery of humans will also recognize you as the powerful, dominant creature that you are.”

    Zareth’s eyes narrowed to orange slits, looking like pieces of ember against his dark face. What do you want in return? He thought.

    “Just your cooperation,” Ma’ii grinned widely, and with faux innocence. “And maybe your assistance should I need it.”

    Zareth didn’t like the look, or sound of this creature, whatever it was, but he did like the idea of power. Maybe they could strike a deal after all. If Zareth wasn’t so tempted by power, he probably would have declined this offer, but something about Ma’ii gave Zareth the impression that he wouldn’t let him go if he didn’t agree. He wondered what it was that Ma’ii, a creature that seemed completely otherworldly, could possibly need the assistance of him for.

    “Don’t worry about that now,” Ma’ii said, very obviously reading Zareth’s thoughts. “I might not need you at all, but I always admire a clever mind.” His many eyes slitted into a very smug expression.

    All right. I’ll do what you ask. Zareth thought reluctantly.

    “Fantastic! And I’ll have you know, you already passed one test,” Ma’ii laughed.

(865 words)
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Zareth is almost dominant! I started working on some of his rites, but because he's wild I've run into this block of "why on earth is he even with Ma'ii?" So I figured I'd try to make some kind of story out of it to explain why Zareth's with Ma'ii completing these tasks. Ma'ii is the most amusing character to write. He thinks he's the funniest thing on the planet.

Most of these will be traditional mixed with a little bit of computer stuff because it's just easier for me to work traditionally right now. And this HAD a higher resolution but the PSD file corrupted. :C I'm just glad I took a screenshot of it. LOL.

EDIT: Enough HP for dominance now yay! LOL

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Import link and name (including ID) of Tokota: Zareth 872
Rider/Handler: Ma'ii
Link to group note in which HP points have been validated by an administrator: sta.sh/0oo417rwaw7
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Description

    Shadows curled around his paws, reaching up his legs like something alive. His orange eyes flashed with fear, and his lips pulled back as he tried to snap at the blackness but a leather muzzle kept his mouth firmly shut. These were no ordinary shadows, he was realizing. He pulled back, trying to escape them, but a collar and chain held him in place. He couldn’t run, he couldn’t fight. The sudden realization that he had lost all control hit him like a wave. Adrenaline rushed through him, and fear tightened his throat. He tried to focus, tried to think clearly, to not let the fear take control.

    How did I get here? Zareth looked around, the links of the chain clinking as he moved his head. He could walk in a short circle if he wanted to, if the shadows allowed it, but there was nothing around him. It was some sort of cave from the looks of things, but he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t focus on anything for the shadows around his feet and legs kept moving unnaturally. He pulled his head up as high as he could, straining against the chain. A whine threatened to escape him, but he forced it down. He wouldn’t dissolve into a pathetic pup. Instead, Zareth growled. Whatever had him here may have been keeping him from running or fighting, but it would know of his displeasure, and it would know that as soon as he was freed he would kill it for what it did.

    Don’t fight it, a voice said in his head.

    The growl died in his throat as fear once again gripped him. His ears flattened against his head as the shadows peeled up off of the ground. Zareth jerked back against the collar holding him, the whites of his eyes showing like slivers of moon against the black mask on his dark, gray-brown face.

    Don’t fight me, the voice added, sounding far too amused for Zareth’s liking. He was wild, he didn’t belong here, tied up. Was this thing going to eat him? What was happening? His mind was going through questions too fast, trying to work his way out of this, but he wasn’t sure he could.

    I can help you, Zareth. The shadows began to form into something that was very like smoke and eyes strangely appeared all over it. Canine front legs began to emerge from the shadowy, smoke creature, as well as a long, pointed muzzle and extremely long pointed ears. It was bearing it’s teeth in a horrible grin, and it’s eyes, eyes that glowed a sickly pale shade of yellow stared at him, but what made Zareth feel even sicker was the extra eye in the middle of its head—among all the rest of the eyes staring at him from the shadows that were… well he supposed its body.

    “Don’t look so afraid,” the creature spoke aloud this time, and reached over Zareth’s back with a long, skinny leg with unnaturally long digits on its paws. “I’m not going to eat you,” the creature snickered. “I am here to offer you a proposition. Don’t worry. Just hear me out before you say anything. Oh wait,” the creature paused. “You can’t!” It started laughing.

    Zareth growled. This creature. He wasn’t going to listen to anything it had to say. How dare it make a mockery out of him?

    “Oh calm down! It’s not so bad? You’re too serious anyways. Look,” the creature moved in front of him. “You want power and domination, am I right? Of course I am,” it added smugly. “My name is Ma’ii, son of Coyote. The Coyote, I may add.” He sounded very proud of himself, but Zareth had no idea what he was talking about. “Well, I can offer you that position that you couldn’t attain on your own out here all wild. If you listen to me, not only those that are wild will listen to you, but those that subject themselves to the mastery of humans will also recognize you as the powerful, dominant creature that you are.”

    Zareth’s eyes narrowed to orange slits, looking like pieces of ember against his dark face. What do you want in return? He thought.

    “Just your cooperation,” Ma’ii grinned widely, and with faux innocence. “And maybe your assistance should I need it.”

    Zareth didn’t like the look, or sound of this creature, whatever it was, but he did like the idea of power. Maybe they could strike a deal after all. If Zareth wasn’t so tempted by power, he probably would have declined this offer, but something about Ma’ii gave Zareth the impression that he wouldn’t let him go if he didn’t agree. He wondered what it was that Ma’ii, a creature that seemed completely otherworldly, could possibly need the assistance of him for.

    “Don’t worry about that now,” Ma’ii said, very obviously reading Zareth’s thoughts. “I might not need you at all, but I always admire a clever mind.” His many eyes slitted into a very smug expression.

    All right. I’ll do what you ask. Zareth thought reluctantly.

    “Fantastic! And I’ll have you know, you already passed one test,” Ma’ii laughed.

(865 words)
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Zareth is almost dominant! I started working on some of his rites, but because he's wild I've run into this block of "why on earth is he even with Ma'ii?" So I figured I'd try to make some kind of story out of it to explain why Zareth's with Ma'ii completing these tasks. Ma'ii is the most amusing character to write. He thinks he's the funniest thing on the planet.

Most of these will be traditional mixed with a little bit of computer stuff because it's just easier for me to work traditionally right now. And this HAD a higher resolution but the PSD file corrupted. :C I'm just glad I took a screenshot of it. LOL.

EDIT: Enough HP for dominance now yay! LOL

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Import link and name (including ID) of Tokota: Zareth 872
Rider/Handler: Ma'ii
Link to group note in which HP points have been validated by an administrator: sta.sh/0oo417rwaw7
Previous tasks:
Courage (You are here)
Navigation
Respect
Dedication
Soul