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~The air was electric from tension, filled with the shouts of bets being placed and drunken yelling. Alien and human languages alike clashed overhead as the next two beasts were brought into the ring. They did not struggle on their bonds or show any interest in the crowd. Dumbly, they stood apart, yellow eyes meeting pastel pink. The two handlers at the creatures' sides showed more hostility, eying each other and posturing aggressively. Voices murmured and but did not die down; the slate-blue Qw'lar was nearly twice the weight of the lavender creature opposite in the ring. An easy match. With a single word from both handlers, the Qw'lar suddenly sprung into motion, deep grunting breaths accompanying their assault. Cold metal glinted in the sunlight, followed by a barely noticeable mark on the larger fighter. A significantly more noticeable cut slashed over white hide, but another command caused the small one to fold under the attack of the larger. Their bodies brushed past eachother, and silver claws dug into the blue skin, blood spilling onto the sand and dirt. Yellow eyes looked around dumbly until a word reached it, and the Qw'lar dropped its weight on Dao. Thrashing, sand flew around the pair as the beak cut into the back of his opponent's arm. Bleeder, the voices chanted in the crowd. Pain. Above his eye, the enemy had landed a blow, almost blinding him. But he was fast, and he could see the goal. Lunging forward, beak and dagger-claws burrowed beneath the bigger Qw'lars jaws. With a thrash, Dao tore out the azure life in the opponent, liquid soaking into the sand. Nostrils flared as he stood, heart racing, blood dripping into his eye. Bleeder. People began to mill around him, collecting the ichor while others collected their winnings. Dao snorted as his handler strode forward and slipped the chain around his head.~

So instead of sleeping I painted Qw'lar. Dao, as a fighting-Qw'lar. He was de-clawed for sale, but replacement ones seem to work just fine.

BHs and Psion are
Character and art are mine, please respect.

Description
~The air was electric from tension, filled with the shouts of bets being placed and drunken yelling. Alien and human languages alike clashed overhead as the next two beasts were brought into the ring. They did not struggle on their bonds or show any interest in the crowd. Dumbly, they stood apart, yellow eyes meeting pastel pink. The two handlers at the creatures' sides showed more hostility, eying each other and posturing aggressively. Voices murmured and but did not die down; the slate-blue Qw'lar was nearly twice the weight of the lavender creature opposite in the ring. An easy match. With a single word from both handlers, the Qw'lar suddenly sprung into motion, deep grunting breaths accompanying their assault. Cold metal glinted in the sunlight, followed by a barely noticeable mark on the larger fighter. A significantly more noticeable cut slashed over white hide, but another command caused the small one to fold under the attack of the larger. Their bodies brushed past eachother, and silver claws dug into the blue skin, blood spilling onto the sand and dirt. Yellow eyes looked around dumbly until a word reached it, and the Qw'lar dropped its weight on Dao. Thrashing, sand flew around the pair as the beak cut into the back of his opponent's arm. Bleeder, the voices chanted in the crowd. Pain. Above his eye, the enemy had landed a blow, almost blinding him. But he was fast, and he could see the goal. Lunging forward, beak and dagger-claws burrowed beneath the bigger Qw'lars jaws. With a thrash, Dao tore out the azure life in the opponent, liquid soaking into the sand. Nostrils flared as he stood, heart racing, blood dripping into his eye. Bleeder. People began to mill around him, collecting the ichor while others collected their winnings. Dao snorted as his handler strode forward and slipped the chain around his head.~

So instead of sleeping I painted Qw'lar. Dao, as a fighting-Qw'lar. He was de-clawed for sale, but replacement ones seem to work just fine.

BHs and Psion are
Character and art are mine, please respect.