A preview of some Storm Hawks redesigns of the Raptors, I've noticed the Raptors never really get a chance to be re imagined by other SH artists despite being very well liked in the fandom, but that's all going to change thanks to me.
Here's the 4 preview sketches! Not full body because I want that to be a surprise.
But what's this? The Raptors don't use war hammers and bows? And aren't Repton and Hoerk's weapons more different in the show then here? What could this mean?
Repton and his brothers sing Be prepared from the lion king
Fic Meme: Give me a Disney song and a pairing or character, and I’ll write you a drabble or ficlet based on either the title or part of the song itself.
Repton scowled, his tail thumping the side of his throne. His mind was focused on his latest failure and Cyclonis’ displeasure for it. It irritated him, to have her talk him down like he was a child when she was one herself. He was a Raptor, a skilled hunter and a much better asset than her worthless commanders. It didn’t help that his brothers were being a nuisance, arguing over who-knows-what. He swore that if it wasn’t for the promise to their late mother, he would’ve skinned them by now.
He continued to brood until a sudden thought popped up in his mind. A smile slowly materialized on his face, now turning his attention to his siblings. Standing up, he marched right over to them before grabbing the skinniest of the three, Spitz.
“Stop messing around, you morons! We need to prepare.” Repton snarled, tossing him back at the others, Leugy and Hoerk. All three of them went silent afterward, completely stunned by their older brother. He had always known their powers of perceptions were as wet as a spikehog’s backside. But even as thick as they were, they always paid attention when his words were a matter of pride.
“Oh! Yea! Yea, we’ll be prepared,” Spitz answered shortly after. His face soon contorted to one of vague confusion. “For what?”
Repton looked back at his brothers, standing over them menacing as if he were to pounce them. “For the death of Master Cyclonis!”
“Uhhhh… Is she sick?” asked Leugy, a bit worried.
He rolled his eyes, trying hard not to facepalm at his brother’s cluelessness. “No, we’re gonna kill her.” Then, he smiled with such wickedness. “And her commanders too.”
“Great idea! Who needs them anyway?!” It wasn’t before long that all three of them started singing about having no one to boss them around.
“Idiots! There would be a Master!” Repton shouted over his brothers’ obnoxious song.
They soon stopped, utterly dumbstruck. Hoerk was the one to question him. “But you say that…?”
“I will be the Master! Stick with me and we’ll never go hungry again!” Repton’s words rang loud through the halls of his fortress, soon acknowledged by ecstatic cheering. With them having a Master they’ll adore, he, of course, expected them to take the certain duties on board. He could see a future littered with prizes though he was the main addressee. The point emphasized was that they won’t get a sniff without him.
They’d be prepared for the coup of the century. Be prepared for the murkiest scam. It will take meticulous planning and tenacity spanning. With decades of denial, he will be the Master, undisputed, respected, saluted, and seen for the hunter he was. Yes, their teeth and ambitions were bared. They will be prepared.
LEUGEY!!!! He got Christmas storyed( You know, that part in A Christmas story... where the bully got his tongue stuck to the flagpole, you know the scene)
