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Sending my boi Valge to investigate Marrow for the Reos Return of the Sky Dwellers event.

I really hope I can keep this file as it is and update it once I've completed the next stage. That way I can definitely keep it more organized and don't need to flood your inboxes with them :'D Sorry for the size tho.
Yep...
Still doing these as a legit excuse to find some way with backgrounds again...

S1P1/1

The rumors sure spread fast. He was among the first who were aware of the new habitant up in the mountains. The newcomer didn't disturb him and he didn't disturb the mysterious being, however fellow Vayrons moved their ears whenever somebody mentioned the Tyrian, getting infected by the spark of excitement or fear. They grew restless and with each day more and more adventurers took on the path up to the mountains. Valge didn't like it. The most popular path went right through his territory, forcing him to guard the passengers for whole nights and days. Of course he couldn't forbid them to pass but even the safe road had its dangers.
This morning promised to bring a beautiful day. Enjoying the first rays of light with closed eyes at the peak of a mountain he suddenly felt it too - the itch, the restless need spreading through his veins. Even after snorting and shaking head it was still there. He knew there was no point to fight it... hence he hunted for some breakfast before taking the same passage towards the realm of the Sky Dweller. Whenever he heard others coming he swiftly disappeared, carefully observing them while waiting them to move on so he could continue as well. At times he used his own paths around the main one - he was the son of the snow after all, raised by the very same mountains. He wasn't quite sure what he'll be facing once reaching the destination but the tingling excitement in his chest keep the white Vayron going, no matter for how long.
(Word count: 266)

Prompt 1 - Take the safe path, which will result in taking longer to reach your goal.
  Requirements: Draw your Reosean taking the safe path, a well-known path in the mountains.

S1P2/1

You know that feeling when an idea you had made you feel like lifting mountains but the more you let it swirl around in your head and follow it the more it seems like the stupidest thing you’ve ever thought of? Valge sure was past that point as he kept walking towards the Tyrian’s hideout. Strongly debating whether to turn back and forget this nonsense or keep going to prove this feeling wrong made him lose attention to the surroundings. However a strong, familiar scent brought him back and he immediately turned to look towards the direction where the wind carried this. There it was – a rather young white hare, back turned towards the white Vayron while it was seemingly busy with grooming. Valge was unsure what to do – the wind favored him so taking this busy bunny down would be as easy as sneezing… then again he had to keep going. Turning back now wasn’t an option anymore as he managed to wander so close to the goal while considering his options. So he just stood there, glaring towards the hare, nostrils moving as the scent kept calling him. The hare didn’t seem to be in a rush so after standing like this for good few minutes Valge finally decided to try taking it down, however as soon as he lowered head and made the first step something else distracted him and caught his full attention.
(Word count: 237)

Prompt 1 - You will your stomach to hold out for a while longer. While being hungry, you have a goal in mind and filling your belly will have to wait.
  Requirements: Draw your Reosean watching the hare from afar, not attacking it.

S1P3/1

There she was. The creature everyone kept talking about had come to Valge. Or, well, to be honest for the small hare that now took its last breath before Marrow’s claws drained the life out of its body. He wasn’t sure what to do as right now it felt like his paws were nailed to the ground as he just had witnessed how this massive being was able to remain undetectable till the very last moment when her shadow slipped over him just a split second before the prey was taken down. Was he supposed to be disappointed in his keen senses or amazed by the Tyrian’s ability? However despite being still he didn’t turn invisible for the newcomer and when her pale eyes locked at him he felt another cold wave go through his chest, spreading through the veins like poison with the intent to make him run. He managed to swallow it down and focus on finishing his mission, now rising head and taking few calm steps closer to the big critter who was still glaring at him. After stopping he bows slowly and politely to pay his respects. Knowing that the Tyrian won’t start the conversation he clears his throat couple times while looking up again and first attempt to speak doesn’t work out, hence he needs to clear throat once more to hopefully remind his unused vocal cords their task. Fortunately now he finally succeeds to speak with slightly hoarse but clear calm voice: “Greetings, you must be Marrow?”
(Word count: 253)

Prompt 1 - You watch, stunned, as the hare's eyes glaze over. Your eyes skim upwards then and only then you realize just how absolutely massive the female tyrian is. You collect yourself and offer a quick, hastened bow. "Y-You must be Marrow?"
  Requirements: Draw your Reosean offering a hasty bow to Marrow. The tyrian must be visible in the image.

S1P4/1

The Tyrian’s gaze definitely didn’t get warmer. Valge still managed to remain calm, hoping that the large being is civilized enough not to attack him. He had done nothing wrong and if she was to have the white Vayron as an addition to the small snack the hare offered he knew very well where to strike and bite in order to fight back. However he focused his thoughts on the more positive side and while keeping eye contact he gave her all the time she needed to either say or do something. Fortunately it didn’t take long when the Tyrian lifts her head up to speak: “Who’s asking?”
This was unexpected. Valge wasn’t sure what to say so he let his thoughts race through his head: “Me. I mean… everyone I-“ he manages to stutter out but then had to stop, trying to remember what the other Vayrons were talking to each other while he was hiding in the bushes to remain unseen. Most of them mentioned how they were following the government’s request to seek the creature out and ask for the return’s reason. This sounded like a good, solid excuse to use instead of sheer curiosity. Valge cleared his throat once more to speak up with clear and firm voice: “More specifically the government and people wish to know the reason of your return, my lady.”
This makes the Tyrian snort, sending a puff of white steam in the cold air. Fortunately it seems like these words didn’t anger her so he was able to relax little more. “I can tell they’ve little professionals if they sent a scared pup like you.” Her murmur makes the hair stand up on Valge’s back. This definitely was a harsh insult towards him as in reality he had absolutely nothing to do with the politics and power, let alone him being some scared pup. He might be young, yes, but he saw no reason why Marrow had to say out a sentence like that. He still didn’t want to risk with brawling with her so he did his best to swallow down his pride and let Marrow finish as she took a small break to admire the hare she had taken down. “I don’t have the answers you want, seek out Marvel, a friend of mine.” Her pale eyes shift back at the Vayron as she also slowly starts to move, grabbing the hare’s body between her hind limb’s claws. While lowering head her mouth shapes into a terrifying grin, revealing two rows of white sharp teeth. “Careful though, she might be little… cocky.” Now it’s Valge’s turn to snort as he can’t hold back a slight grimace “You’re definitely very helpful…” he mutters really quietly in hopes the other won’t make it out what he said. Deciding that now is the good time to call this mission done he starts to turn around “Have a good day, ma’am!” he shouts out as he already gallops back towards his familiar lands, leaving the Tyrian to send him with her gaze for a moment before spreading the massive wings and taking off, making the snow fly up and gracefully dance around the spot where she just was.
(Word count: 535)

Prompt 1 - "Me. I mean... everyone. I-" You stutter out, embarrassed. You give yourself a moment to collect your thoughts before standing tall. This is your mission, after all. "The government wishes to know the reason of your return, my lady."
  Requirements: Draw your Reosean bravely explaining themselves to Marrow. The tyrian must be visible in the image.

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Artwork © and Valge ©
Vayrons and Tyrians ©

Do not copy, trace or distribute!

Description
Sending my boi Valge to investigate Marrow for the Reos Return of the Sky Dwellers event.

I really hope I can keep this file as it is and update it once I've completed the next stage. That way I can definitely keep it more organized and don't need to flood your inboxes with them :'D Sorry for the size tho.
Yep...
Still doing these as a legit excuse to find some way with backgrounds again...

S1P1/1

The rumors sure spread fast. He was among the first who were aware of the new habitant up in the mountains. The newcomer didn't disturb him and he didn't disturb the mysterious being, however fellow Vayrons moved their ears whenever somebody mentioned the Tyrian, getting infected by the spark of excitement or fear. They grew restless and with each day more and more adventurers took on the path up to the mountains. Valge didn't like it. The most popular path went right through his territory, forcing him to guard the passengers for whole nights and days. Of course he couldn't forbid them to pass but even the safe road had its dangers.
This morning promised to bring a beautiful day. Enjoying the first rays of light with closed eyes at the peak of a mountain he suddenly felt it too - the itch, the restless need spreading through his veins. Even after snorting and shaking head it was still there. He knew there was no point to fight it... hence he hunted for some breakfast before taking the same passage towards the realm of the Sky Dweller. Whenever he heard others coming he swiftly disappeared, carefully observing them while waiting them to move on so he could continue as well. At times he used his own paths around the main one - he was the son of the snow after all, raised by the very same mountains. He wasn't quite sure what he'll be facing once reaching the destination but the tingling excitement in his chest keep the white Vayron going, no matter for how long.
(Word count: 266)

Prompt 1 - Take the safe path, which will result in taking longer to reach your goal.
  Requirements: Draw your Reosean taking the safe path, a well-known path in the mountains.

S1P2/1

You know that feeling when an idea you had made you feel like lifting mountains but the more you let it swirl around in your head and follow it the more it seems like the stupidest thing you’ve ever thought of? Valge sure was past that point as he kept walking towards the Tyrian’s hideout. Strongly debating whether to turn back and forget this nonsense or keep going to prove this feeling wrong made him lose attention to the surroundings. However a strong, familiar scent brought him back and he immediately turned to look towards the direction where the wind carried this. There it was – a rather young white hare, back turned towards the white Vayron while it was seemingly busy with grooming. Valge was unsure what to do – the wind favored him so taking this busy bunny down would be as easy as sneezing… then again he had to keep going. Turning back now wasn’t an option anymore as he managed to wander so close to the goal while considering his options. So he just stood there, glaring towards the hare, nostrils moving as the scent kept calling him. The hare didn’t seem to be in a rush so after standing like this for good few minutes Valge finally decided to try taking it down, however as soon as he lowered head and made the first step something else distracted him and caught his full attention.
(Word count: 237)

Prompt 1 - You will your stomach to hold out for a while longer. While being hungry, you have a goal in mind and filling your belly will have to wait.
  Requirements: Draw your Reosean watching the hare from afar, not attacking it.

S1P3/1

There she was. The creature everyone kept talking about had come to Valge. Or, well, to be honest for the small hare that now took its last breath before Marrow’s claws drained the life out of its body. He wasn’t sure what to do as right now it felt like his paws were nailed to the ground as he just had witnessed how this massive being was able to remain undetectable till the very last moment when her shadow slipped over him just a split second before the prey was taken down. Was he supposed to be disappointed in his keen senses or amazed by the Tyrian’s ability? However despite being still he didn’t turn invisible for the newcomer and when her pale eyes locked at him he felt another cold wave go through his chest, spreading through the veins like poison with the intent to make him run. He managed to swallow it down and focus on finishing his mission, now rising head and taking few calm steps closer to the big critter who was still glaring at him. After stopping he bows slowly and politely to pay his respects. Knowing that the Tyrian won’t start the conversation he clears his throat couple times while looking up again and first attempt to speak doesn’t work out, hence he needs to clear throat once more to hopefully remind his unused vocal cords their task. Fortunately now he finally succeeds to speak with slightly hoarse but clear calm voice: “Greetings, you must be Marrow?”
(Word count: 253)

Prompt 1 - You watch, stunned, as the hare's eyes glaze over. Your eyes skim upwards then and only then you realize just how absolutely massive the female tyrian is. You collect yourself and offer a quick, hastened bow. "Y-You must be Marrow?"
  Requirements: Draw your Reosean offering a hasty bow to Marrow. The tyrian must be visible in the image.

S1P4/1

The Tyrian’s gaze definitely didn’t get warmer. Valge still managed to remain calm, hoping that the large being is civilized enough not to attack him. He had done nothing wrong and if she was to have the white Vayron as an addition to the small snack the hare offered he knew very well where to strike and bite in order to fight back. However he focused his thoughts on the more positive side and while keeping eye contact he gave her all the time she needed to either say or do something. Fortunately it didn’t take long when the Tyrian lifts her head up to speak: “Who’s asking?”
This was unexpected. Valge wasn’t sure what to say so he let his thoughts race through his head: “Me. I mean… everyone I-“ he manages to stutter out but then had to stop, trying to remember what the other Vayrons were talking to each other while he was hiding in the bushes to remain unseen. Most of them mentioned how they were following the government’s request to seek the creature out and ask for the return’s reason. This sounded like a good, solid excuse to use instead of sheer curiosity. Valge cleared his throat once more to speak up with clear and firm voice: “More specifically the government and people wish to know the reason of your return, my lady.”
This makes the Tyrian snort, sending a puff of white steam in the cold air. Fortunately it seems like these words didn’t anger her so he was able to relax little more. “I can tell they’ve little professionals if they sent a scared pup like you.” Her murmur makes the hair stand up on Valge’s back. This definitely was a harsh insult towards him as in reality he had absolutely nothing to do with the politics and power, let alone him being some scared pup. He might be young, yes, but he saw no reason why Marrow had to say out a sentence like that. He still didn’t want to risk with brawling with her so he did his best to swallow down his pride and let Marrow finish as she took a small break to admire the hare she had taken down. “I don’t have the answers you want, seek out Marvel, a friend of mine.” Her pale eyes shift back at the Vayron as she also slowly starts to move, grabbing the hare’s body between her hind limb’s claws. While lowering head her mouth shapes into a terrifying grin, revealing two rows of white sharp teeth. “Careful though, she might be little… cocky.” Now it’s Valge’s turn to snort as he can’t hold back a slight grimace “You’re definitely very helpful…” he mutters really quietly in hopes the other won’t make it out what he said. Deciding that now is the good time to call this mission done he starts to turn around “Have a good day, ma’am!” he shouts out as he already gallops back towards his familiar lands, leaving the Tyrian to send him with her gaze for a moment before spreading the massive wings and taking off, making the snow fly up and gracefully dance around the spot where she just was.
(Word count: 535)

Prompt 1 - "Me. I mean... everyone. I-" You stutter out, embarrassed. You give yourself a moment to collect your thoughts before standing tall. This is your mission, after all. "The government wishes to know the reason of your return, my lady."
  Requirements: Draw your Reosean bravely explaining themselves to Marrow. The tyrian must be visible in the image.

To keep track on posts

Artwork © and Valge ©
Vayrons and Tyrians ©

Do not copy, trace or distribute!