#closed view

[tanaka-sama]

ENG: ☆ So, in view of some negative events in my life, there is some good news! ☆ The concept artist and I continue to work on the setting and continue to finish the illustrations with the first mounts of the planet Zongshtorn! and this... karidakks. those who remember, I once already compiled a small article on the topic of these animals, but of course, the information will be somewhat updated for them and very soon I will start collecting these guys into a mini-text collection for easier familiarization. ☆ Of course, the text itself is quite difficult to perceive without visualization, so I want to work out the whole picture itself, and then present you with the finished product. ☆ The dimensions of the caridakka or gokker itself are also visible here in the illustration (translated from scat. "horned fur coat") compared to Tanuka. ☆ more information on the setting and more posts in my telegram: https://t.me/tanakaodissea -------------------------------------------- RUS: ☆ итак, ввиду некоторых негативных событий в моей жизни, есть и хорошие новости! ☆ мы с концепт-артером продолжаем работать над сеттингом и продолжаем доделывать иллюстрации с первыми ездовыми животными планеты Зонгшторн! и это... каридакки. те, кто помнит, я как-то уже составляла небольшую статейку на тему этих животных, но конечно же, информация несколько обновится для них и очень скоро я и этих ребят начну собирать в мини-текстовый сборник для более легкого ознакомления. ☆ конечно же, сам текст без визуализации воспринимать довольно-таки тяжело, поэтому я хочу проработать саму картинку в целом, после чего преподнести вам готовый продукт. ☆ здесь же на иллюстрации видны размеры самого каридакка или же гоккера ( в переводе со скат. "рогатая шуба") по сравнению с Танукой. ☆ больше информации по сеттингу и больше постов в моем телеграмме: https://t.me/tanakaodissea

[bc-1423]

My children Riz;)

[sinnersquartet]

@six-sided-sinner

“Mmm.. Ah!” she laughed, swiping at a windowsill. Her soft fingertips barely ghosted the surface.

Ana, cat by species and nature, was in the midst of snooping around, as she was in the middle of looking for dice! Dropped dice, loaded dice, red dice, green dice, just dice! She’d been skulking around tables and chairs, to try and find a bunch within the confines of the casino. Her reasoning? Perhaps they could be turned into a luck related spell, one that could backfire. 

There were lots of them, as well- Under poker tables, slot machines, and one little, lonely blue one without a match, sitting on the windowsill next to a scrunched-up cigar and a rusty bottle cap. That, friends, was the die that she was trying to get a hold of. She’d pushed a chair over to the window, trying to stand up on the back to grab the die.

“Come here, my tiny friend of chance! I must have you!”

[sinnersquartet]

@damballahs

 “HEY! Hey! You home, bokor boy?” A lilting snake’s hiss traced over the air, as the carnation skulked about the area. 

She had a hand firmly planted against her cheek, and a scowl marring her so-called sweet face. Agnes eventually settled down, her other hand against her metaphorical hip; If anyone knew anything about her teeth, by now, it was the voodoo man of Inkwell Isle.

“My jaw’s killin’ me! You got anything for that?” she demanded, impatiently shuffling where she “stood.”

[sinnersquartet]

@battycatty

Now, Dice wasn’t one to hop on a bandwagon so quickly. But, the rumors of a “dog walking into poles” and a real “upbeat fella” walking around Inkwell was enough to spur him on. There was only one well-known mutt on the isles, anyway. It’d been some time since they bumped into eachother.

A passing conversation in the past convinced him to snatch up something en route to where he’d heard him last. Asking around the busy city had him strolling from A to B, and the instant he caught sight of goofy green trousers and those endearing, squinty eyes, it was like striking a jackpot.

“Batsy!” he called, hands cupped tightly over something wriggling about between his palms. The man was trying not to laugh. “Batsy, you’re not gonna believe what I found!”

[sinnersquartet]

@claireinette

“Hey, you’re the new maestro, right?” the hellhound smiled. “We’ve been needing one for a while, now. Name’s Kerby Russ. It’s a pleasure.”

It wasn’t Kerby’s job to brief new people, but she found herself doing so each and every time. A jovial paw was extended toward the woman, her other kept still on her hip. Though, her arm twitched, and her faces froze, when heels clicked on the floor and she was gently pushed aside.

“Allow me, if ya would.. Miss Inette, if I remember correctly?” Between the ladies stood the one and only manager, a smirk on his features. “We’ve been waitin’ for ya all evenin’ long. Just call me mister King Dice- Ya new manager. Kerby here give ya the tour yet?”

“D- Do you mind, sir..” The three headed toon gave a low snort, but crossed her arms and refused to engage.

[sinnersquartet]

@puffywarrior

“Don’t tell me. Kirby, right?” The little puffball was held in Dice’s open palm.

Small, pink, and with the vaguest scent of watermelon? Always walked in to places where he didn’t belong? Tried to pet the best bartender in this hellhole?

Fit the description to a t. Newcomers on Inkwell didn’t STAY newcomers.

“Reckon you’re not here to gamble, from what I’ve heard.” A half smirk painted his face, slightly rotating the little fella. “Here for somethin’ specific? Ya came to the right man.”

[sinnersquartet]

@themugofreason

“HEY!!”

She recognized that straw, that big nose, that face. Leaves briefly trembled when Agnes pulled herself up from between two trees, bristling with anger, a real floral fury.

“You’re that mug kid, aren’tcha!” she demanded, a hiss in the back of her throat. “You’re one of the punks who beat up my little brother ain’t’cha?! Gimme one good reason why I shouldn’t pulverize ya little porcelain face in!!”