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[...].
- Catching the jackal by the tail? You're kiddin' me?
Chief was furious. That Decader* and her hotheadedness, those seemingly rational, yet nonetheless pretentious plans that never actually worked...
But Decader knew better than giving up.
...She always got her way, regardless of whether one cared she was daughter of Judge or not.
The good old wolf Chief didn't, and was so frustrated it made no difference he barely contained himself to spare his poor, once fluffy tail from a bite.
Not in front of people.
[...].
- Bite my butt, lassie! - not calling her a single curse word seemed to be his way of showing respect.
"Son-of-a-d[...]head." - Decader thought, watching as Rouge and his quieter partner barely break a sweat avoiding... no, blatantly destroying her carefully set trap.
[...].
Challenge taken.
Dodge, slash, dodge, slash. Neverchanging pattern of action, but it worked.
Rouge was always way too fast for those slow guards. He knew this speed isn't what normal people are born with, though... Even Thief, as swift as he was, fell far behind when it came to running and fighting their way through.
Not like he needed it. He was always cleverer, that Thief, and would gladly stay in the shadows and crack those computers to open the doors for Rouge...
But no. There was this b[...] that just had to ruin their little party and force poor Thief to the spotlight.
Rouge hated to see his stud of a partner get dirty, and there was absolutely someone to pay for it.
[...].

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*"decader" - literal translation of "desiatnik", AKA "commander of ten", see "sotnik ".

December ‎2012. MyPaint+GIMP. Art, Story, Characters & Design ©

His anatomy sucks. Just look at those hands, ugh!

Description
[...].
- Catching the jackal by the tail? You're kiddin' me?
Chief was furious. That Decader* and her hotheadedness, those seemingly rational, yet nonetheless pretentious plans that never actually worked...
But Decader knew better than giving up.
...She always got her way, regardless of whether one cared she was daughter of Judge or not.
The good old wolf Chief didn't, and was so frustrated it made no difference he barely contained himself to spare his poor, once fluffy tail from a bite.
Not in front of people.
[...].
- Bite my butt, lassie! - not calling her a single curse word seemed to be his way of showing respect.
"Son-of-a-d[...]head." - Decader thought, watching as Rouge and his quieter partner barely break a sweat avoiding... no, blatantly destroying her carefully set trap.
[...].
Challenge taken.
Dodge, slash, dodge, slash. Neverchanging pattern of action, but it worked.
Rouge was always way too fast for those slow guards. He knew this speed isn't what normal people are born with, though... Even Thief, as swift as he was, fell far behind when it came to running and fighting their way through.
Not like he needed it. He was always cleverer, that Thief, and would gladly stay in the shadows and crack those computers to open the doors for Rouge...
But no. There was this b[...] that just had to ruin their little party and force poor Thief to the spotlight.
Rouge hated to see his stud of a partner get dirty, and there was absolutely someone to pay for it.
[...].

-
*"decader" - literal translation of "desiatnik", AKA "commander of ten", see "sotnik ".

December ‎2012. MyPaint+GIMP. Art, Story, Characters & Design ©

His anatomy sucks. Just look at those hands, ugh!