FUCK YOU COCONUT HEAD
FUCK YOU.
SHE'S A WARRIOR OF STEEL STUFF, despite her appearances. Though she could hardly waterbreathe and the fire choked her throat, the stubborn dragonet made up for her shortcomings with physical and aerial prowess. When a stranger asked how she persisted, the seawing hybrid looked to Tsunami—the lost princess, a figure whom she nearly idolized—and puffed out her chest, maintaining the facade of a dauntless soldier. "If you believe it, then you can."
𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊. A gentle nudge followed as she pressed her shoulder against the other. 〝 EXACTLY, 〞 Tsunami replied, her tone laced with a mix of confidence and mischief, 〝 Doesn't matter what anyone else says. 〞 The Seawing straightened her posture. 〝 Make your OWN rules. 〞
A short comic of the first WOF book I made for practie! mostly trying to get how I render comics down! Sorry if the anatomy is a bit janky I haven't drawn wof in foreverr
still figuring out how I'm gonna draw cole BEAR WITH ME Y'ALL ...
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 - 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 - 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒. The age of the dragon seemed like a distant memory as the fire guardian stood witness to the RUIN of the temple. He had nearly given up all hope to rebuild when he had met SPYRO. The very dragon prophesied to do extraordinary things had given the guardian something he never thought he would experience again - hope, a second chance. Despite the purple dragon's disappearance, he could not abandon his gift.
Wingbeats overheard robbed the fire guardian's from his thoughts. Half expecting one of the guardians, Ignitus turned his gaze skyward. White scales...? Even from a distance, the guardian knew it wasn't CYRIL. The guardian stood frozen as the strange dragon landed before him. He blinked, staring blankly for a moment, his mind struggling to catch up before he finally snapped back to reality. 〝 You picked a bad time to visit, friend. 〞 His words were shrouded in what little HUMOUR he managed to muster up. 〝 but what can I do for you? 〞