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Dogo⭐️

Lil doddle of @thenomadclan with my hellhound pickles🌸

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Ghato'ti and Gaika!!

Your art is so stunning!! Thank you so much for the revenge piece!! 💜✨😭

(lemme casually make it to the canon lore that they have fought once) 👀

Attack on EmmaBetzer / @thecleanbean on artfight

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I LOVE THISSS 🔥💜✨🥺

Artfight attack Zoali for @thecleanbean

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Attacks from ArtFight

Nobody is safe from me, im going all in with no mercy hehehe! These are the ones I have done so far and there will be more! I'm just getting started! >:] [Tw: two of them contain red blood] Want to attack or get attacked by me? My artfight link! https://artfight.net/~EmmaBetzer

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(Some of Kwei & Ruin backstory)

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She had seen him countless times across the shifting seasons of her years on Prime, always with him at her side. In the beginning, Kwei had simply followed, learning from Ruin as he guided her. But over time, he became more than her assigned guard. His presence etched so deeply into her that forgetting him was no longer an option, whether she’d meant for it or not.

She’d grown alongside him, tracing the subtle changes in him as if they were her own: the once-scattered patterns on his scaled hide that deepened with age, the calloused texture of his skin thickening under the weight of their shared adventures. She knew the way he carried himself, the silent strength in his steps. And she knew the way his eyes caught the sun just right, glowing like embers at dusk, burning with something she never dared name aloud.

But she wasn't alone in this sudden shift as she'd felt, or maybe it had always been there but time had its way of coursing one through its path, subtly drifting and collecting tiles of moments that built into a mural. Something that was stored between the two, even if they refused to acknowledge the strokes painted onto the surface.

The departure of Ruin for all those years had shifted Kwei's world, rocking the comfortable stability into a trench of uncertainty. The insecurities masked by the facade to cope couldn't cover the cowardice the human hoped to hide. Even when the Yautja returned, badged and honored, respected, and praised, it made the feelings easier to suppress when greeted by a stranger wearing a familiar face.

The yautja had done the same, swallowing his guilt, hiding under the armor of his Tribe as a decorated warrior with a stoic brooding demeanor. Ruin would rather chew on the back hide of a tru'la-fut than to face the pit of discarded questions he tiptoed over.

How had Kwei coped so well, decorating herself in an occupation that wasn't warrior, smithy, or intel? She didn't have to follow in his footsteps that he'd so carefully designed in his absences, but did she ever try? This new so-called friend/companion of hers, she'd seemed so receptive to their critique and feedback. Did she even grumble back and refuse like she'd done with him? She used to kick and scream, refusing to use any bladed weapons, repulsed by the idea of battle, yet when ‘he’ (Strider) suggested she smiled like some docile lamb, accepting without rebut This entire ordeal was irritating, not because Ruin cared. No, of course not.. It stemmed from the obvious bias in Kwei's demeanor towards him. Even now after a year of trying to fix what he'd left, she treated him, of all yautjas- like a stranger as if he hadn't been the one protecting her from her own naive choices. Yet Strider, some cave dweller, with beady eyes - a mutt, didn't even measure up to half of Ruin's size, steered Kwei in the wrong direction, and the human obliged, happy to follow.

Ruin respected what she'd done building from the hardship of Dto soil into something profound and polished like a rock thrown into a cycle pressured to shatter and cease into dust, but she had hardened the cracks stilling into diamonds. Kwei refused to acknowledge the fact, to be weighed under Ruin's gaze like a project, knowing she didn't fit into his expectations he'd forced on her before his departure. The overall situation left a salty, bitter taste in their mouths, an awkward tension easy to dissolve under closure, and a handful of apologies.

But both, neither one felt like stepping forefront. To be mature or the first one to set aside the armor and boxing gloves, to speak without such disdain for the other, both valid in their feelings of how ironically they felt betrayed by the other, yet too stubborn to admit that the pressure, this misunderstanding had no intent of taking such a malicious form.

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(Mentions: Strider is my friend's ( @thecleanbean ) OC 😊 )

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🔥💜✨

Dek & Thia ✍️🦐

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Forklift Yautja on duty!

Carrying all the bodies after unsuccessful hunts, he does his job well!

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Gaika with clothes!

I managed to rush myself and get a lil bit of casual hunting wear on the boy! Very quick update tadaaa!-

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Gaika Got A Glowup!

This boi needed a new ref sheet, so for the past 3 days I have LOCKED IN to draw him, so he could be ready for ArtFight!!

I'm so happy with how he looks now! And maybe now I want to make more art of him than before! I replaced and changed a lot of his patterns and the tattoo design, and this suits him so much more than the 2 old year ref does!

I still need to make his armor

BUT for now, I'll let people be creative, since I don't think I will be able to finish it before ArtFight starts, I pray, haha!

These two are his older versions, so yeah- I can see the improvement!

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!!ARTFIGHT ARTFIGHT ARTFIGHT!!

OH, I'M SO READY! >:]

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Colorful flags for colorful yautja oc's!

Base is by @yautjalover

I got permission to color the base! And I just realized I have so many homosexual yautjas haha! I love each of them so much hehe.

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Well ofc!!

Reblog if it's OK for other artists to draw your OCs

Sometimes I get too timid to send asks to ask. I want to see how many people are ok with artists drawing their OCs!

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I fucking love this 🤣🤣💜✨

BETTER STAY COOL KO'LAK!!

Ko’lak ( @thecleanbean OC ) came back from a hunt JUST in time for that season to start and Crimzon is very eager to welcome him home…

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Scraotchis sheet!

My goodness - I'm happy to say I'm finished with this creature sheet! It took me quite a while; I had some difficulties with the setup and ensuring it didn't look messy.

So here it is! Meet the Scraotchis! Small critters but very useful to the Lo-Nyth people, they're like small mimicking bats!

And his small companions got a small sheet too! One to show their differences, but also to show what kind of rules that is set on these little flyers!

But if you have any questions about these fellow critters, I will be happy to answer!

They had been on the concept table since 2022! And I'm so happy for the glowup! Ghato'ti got the same glowup too- He needed it-

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LETS GOOOO-

Wolf protector of lesbians

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[Pride month] Strider and Totchi

“I love you so much-” 

Strider's mumbling voice broke the very peaceful silence. Totchi slowly began to wake up, lying in a gentle embrace of Strider's arms, she glanced up with her golden amber eyes. She needed a second to proceed with the words, as she had just woken up from her deep sleep; she curved her mandibles into a smile. She felt the very gentle nuzzle against her cheek, as well as a low rumbling purr from her mate. 

“I know.” She let out a light click and spread her mandibles to a slow, awakened yawn.

The room held a warm glow from the yellow luminescent mushrooms. They hung in lamps, stuck on the ceiling. The scent of earthy herbs and flowers instantly hit their senses. The warmth from the bed and stacks of pelts and hides kept them both soft and cozy.

They both stayed there, not wanting to get up just yet.

Strider opened his eyes, his orange color reminded Totchi of the Prime sun’s sunsets, clear and peaceful. They both looked at each other, his softened gaze remained at peace.

“I mean it.” He replied with a clear voice this time, his lips curved to a warm smile, which made Totchi rattle with acknowledgement, her light chuckle made him purr with delight.

She suddenly raised her upper body, letting Strider's arms go limp at his sides. She looked down at him with her dreads brushing against her bare shoulders. Her mandibles flickered, eyes narrowed as her voice turned into a playful tease.

“Mmm- Are you sure? I mean, I was the one who truly confessed to you first-” She mentioned, making Strider have a tint of warmth go across his cheeks, right underneath his mandibles.

A humanish look came across his expression, flustered with slight embarrassment, he rattled.

"You’re right, but- I may have been afraid to approach you, scared if you declined.” Strider explained, making Totchi sit on top of him, crossing her arms. 

“And then instead, you tried to impress me by attending Crest Clash, AND fought against Lou’dre.” She had remarked.

This happened a few days ago, right before the end of the mating season. It usually takes place in the early spring when the Lo-Nyth decorates and prepares the clan's celebration of their goddess of fertility, and holds traditional attractions for the members of the Lo-Nyth, one being the Crest Clash.

Totchi confessed her feelings for Strider a day after the ramming fight.

“Even after my defeat, you still confessed to me, so I must have done something right.” He replied with a short chuckle. Totchi rolled her eyes, and she shook her head a little. She then poked a finger onto his forehead, lightly tapping it.

“It's like I said to you back at Apeax: You always escape your life at hand. After I witnessed that rough blow Lou’dre put you in, I was worried sick, don’t get hurt because of me, and maybe tell me your feelings, dummy!” Her tone still held a soft yet half-serious tone.

“But you like this dummy, don’t you?” He asked, smiling to show his sharp teeth, non-threatening. Totchi retreated her finger from Strider's face and tried her best to look pouty. However, Strider's smile let her break her act.

“I do, way too much- But you need to take care of yourself!” She did not let go of the subject.

She lied down again, feeling the warmth between them both, the slow heart rhythm, she exhaled comfortably. She felt Strider brushing his hand between her dreadlocks, gently moving through them before he spoke.

He then let out a short chuckle, reminded of what he said to Totichi back at Apeax many years ago, when they discussed him attending a deadly Chiva.

“Worry about me.” He said, to which Totchi replied with a chuckle.

“Nah, not a chance.” Clearly remember back then.

 

The moment of silence hit them again, until Strider spoke yet again.

“I love you so much.”

“Right back at you.” Totchi replied, letting her nuzzle her head against Strider's neck.

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Totchi belongs to @naoutchi!!

AGH LOOK AT THESE TWO BEANS!! Such a wholesome ship!!

I love these two so much and I need to make more art of them in the future hehe.

For what they talk about- Episodes 5 and 6 in Strider's Chiva, is where he gets to see some past memories, where he meets Totchi for the first time!

https://www.quotev.com/story/17025879/The-Chiva/1

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[Pride month] Nok'te and Goriq

( Another Pride post, along with art >:] )

[TW? Brutal Gæ bois They're both badbloods so-]

Nok’te always enjoyed his blood bathing, something that made him relax after a long day of watching and listening to his workers and trustees, but also demonstrated his high reputation for dominance and power. He usually did it alone, but today, he has company. In the room, which showed a pool of neon green blood with a few spare parts of his last remaining targets, was another brute male, sitting in a crouched position in one of the corners. 

Nok’te had loosened his ropes, showing his massive yet sharp build, mass of muscles, and scars across his body. The other male across the room stared at Nok’te, his deep amber eyes could almost cut through anything, like those of a quiet observer. He sat with only a loincloth and a collar stuck around his neck.

Nok’te knew already that the powerful and shocking electric pulses that go through the collar hold the male in control, to obey whoever his higher follower is. Nok’te stepped into the pool of green blood, its thickened texture making dazzled lines as he walked through it. Just above his waist level, he eyed the bloodhound. 

His posture remains still, slightly tense and observant. 

“You’re very quiet today Goriq.” Nok’te’s deep yet calm clicks echoed slightly through the room; his reddish-orange eyes noticed the behavior change in the cannibal. He heard the low rumbling rolling through Goriq’s throat, hesitant.

He would never be hesitant towards anyone, even at Nok’te himself.

Nok’te tilted his head, walking closer to the end of the pool to stand a few feet away from the other, watching how the cannibal slightly shifted from his crouched position.

“I want my collar off.” He suddenly spoke; Nok’te was not surprised by the others' irritated tone amid the rumbles. Goriq instantly crawled up to the edge of the pool, right in front of Nok’te, being a few inches away from him, face to face. His top mandibles lifted, showing his sharp grin, staring at him dangerously. He held shaken breaths as a growl began to shape within his deep rumbles. Nok’te could only stare at him with unseen amusement.

“I want it off, now.” Goriq sneered loudly, right in his face.

That's what Nok’te found so interesting and fun about this bloodhound, he is not shown to fear him, nor thinking about the consequences, the actions he does. Nok’te would easily tear anyone pieces or show he is not just someone or anyone to mess with, 

But Goriq did not go along with those rules.

And Nok’te found that entertaining. 

Although he could feel the anger swelling in the cannibal brute, the smell of his sweet musk from his glands easily indicates he wants to challenge him, but the collar does not allow him. Goriq is like a chained fire, ready to be set free when it gets the chance to be lit.

Nok’te would be the person to light him up.

Nok’te did not flinch nor hesitate when Goriq had gotten so close to him, no, he just watched him, observed the smaller male, blinking slowly, he spoke.

“It has been plaguing you a lot today, hasn’t it?” He asked with a slight, enjoyed hint of tease in his rumbles, only making Goriq more fired up than he already is. His body was almost quivering with flaring energy, his fists tapping roughly on the floor, his head twitching to make his dreads smack together. Nok’te continued:

“I can give you the freedom you crave, but only if you join me in the bath; otherwise, you can stay in your corner like my small guarding dog.” His smug tone did not falter. His hand reached up slowly towards Goriq's jaw, brushing his giant clawed fingers over the metallic red glowing collar. Goriq did not move, yet remained his eyes onto the others, not backing out the confrontation he created himself. His mandibles twitched, oh he wanted to shout slurs at the higher ranked Nok’te, yet he remained quiet, as much as his growls and rumbles can be.

That’s when a tap and then a click were heard underneath Goriq’s head and suddenly a sudden relief sigh escaped from Goriq, he relaxed his muscles, his arms hunched a little from his posture. The sound of a heavy drop of the collar lied now in between Goriq’s feet.  

Goriq eyes slipped away from Nok’te gaze, he slowly tilted his head from the cannibal's reaction.

The rumbles did not stop. 

Nok’te reacted exactly at the right time, his amusement grew even more.

Goriq lashed out when he thought he had taken the bigger yautja by surprised, but he had always been predicate with his rising temper, others would have hesitated or not seen it coming, but Nok’te did.

He always did.

Before clawed hands could slash him in the face, Nok’te had leaned his upper body to the side and locked swung his arms over to death grip Goriq wrist and lifted the male like he weighed nothing. releasing him straight into the pool of green, Nok’te watched with sheer entertainment as Goriq came to the surface with an pissed expression written all over him.

Goriq flared his mandibles, circling Nok’te which stood still, keeping his eyes on the male at all time.

“I’m in the pool now, you did not detail how it would go when I'm in it,” Goriq snarls as he shakes his head to let his dreads spray blood in the air, showing somewhat his red colors underneath the green. “You’re a fool to release me!” Goriq continued to have a hint of mocking rattles between his sour tone, which made Nok’te huffing short chuckle. 

“Me? A fool? oh my bloodhound,-” His chuckles faded in his calm yet dark voice.

“I find it enjoyable to see you feel so confident within yourself, thinking that you have solved the possibility of humiliating me for my choices-” Nok’te let Goriq approach closer, and wait for his sudden charge at him.

Getting close, he did not let the cannibal stand a chance in the pool. He had spun him around to have Goriq up against his chest, one of his hands holding him for going anyway, and the other creeping over his very indicated marked throat where the collar had just been. Nok’te leaned in close, his mouth just inches away from Goriq’s earhole. 

His warm breath on his skin made Goriq face wrince, he side eyed him, still holding a fury expression. Nok’te tightened his grip around Goriq's throat, giving him a clear sign.

Then Nok’te spoke in a low whisper, a deadly one.

“I’m no fool for knowing that I am still in control of you.” 

His mandibles brushed over Goriq dreads and across his skin. Amusement smearing across Nok’te face.

“I don't need the collar to show that, and you already know it yourself.” He whispered, making Goriq hiss in response, he suddenly grew cocky.

“And that’s why you like me, isn't it?” He replied to suddenly hawking down with his mouth and upper tusks into Nok’te hand, biting hard into the males thick skin. Yet, Nok’te did not flinch and let out a rattling huff, watching his skin puncture. Goriq knew how he was controlled and how much he got punished for it, especially when it came to the Yehatju.

But here, he felt something else, this control towards him and Nok’te is just different, even from his anger and short temper, he knew Nok’te would not kill him for it, and let him be him, for what Nok’te feel like is good enough, until its not.

And Nok’te will always show how it's enough to him, and Goriq did not mind it.

“That is something I cannot disagree with-” The bigger male replied.

The end. 

[Hope ya enjoyed! I will be making more pride arts and stories soon! Something more wholesome than this one haha! Nok'te belongs to @chocoyautja <3 ]