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Mission Four, Part Three of Ten, Rogues, Raichu Rank.

Part One ~Part Two ~Part Three~Part Four ~Part Five ~Part Six ~Part Seven ~Part Eight ~Part Nine ~Part Ten

Painted this one all on one layer, oh it was joyous. So much colour! I'm really starting to like doing landscapey backgrounds. They're so organic and freeing. Mmm.

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It had been a long night.

Three travellers had made camp overnight in a quiet field, having `obtained` some eggs and berries from a convenient and unguarded storehouse.

They had awoken to the sound of the food’s previous owners discovering their loss, and quickly continued toward their destination through the long grass.

Two of them ran on four paws, gathering burrs and seeds in their short fur and gritty mud between their pads from the dewy ground. The third of the group floated along behind them at a leisurely pace, avoiding the uncomfortable inconveniences of having to run.

As a pale grey smudge of light appeared on the horizon, the strange group drew close to their destination: A large mass of tropical growth in the distance. The grey light became blue, and then as the golden disk of the sun peeked shyly over the skyline, the world became bathed in shades of brilliant golds and magentas.

The mass loomed closer, and the three drew gradually to a halt on the vague threshold of the jungle. The dawn sunlight had rendered the already colourful jungle somehow more brilliant.

“Wow, it’s much more beautiful than I expected.” Nye took advantage of the pause to pick the itchy seeds from his coat. “You’d never think it’s full of bloodthirsty monsters.”

“Don’t let your guard down once we’re in here. Especially you, Zooka. Everyone in this forest will jump at the chance for what they see as easy prey.”

The Whimsicott’s expression was defiant. “I can look after myself-”

“No arguments. Stick with me.” Syrren wasn’t joking. Zooka obediently jumped up and landed lightly on Syrren’s back, though he still pouted at being treated like a child.

“Okay. Let’s go find Devonshire.”

The three odd travellers trudged onward, at the ready, should any of the watching creatures begin approaching.

Description

Mission Four, Part Three of Ten, Rogues, Raichu Rank.

Part One ~Part Two ~Part Three~Part Four ~Part Five ~Part Six ~Part Seven ~Part Eight ~Part Nine ~Part Ten

Painted this one all on one layer, oh it was joyous. So much colour! I'm really starting to like doing landscapey backgrounds. They're so organic and freeing. Mmm.

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It had been a long night.

Three travellers had made camp overnight in a quiet field, having `obtained` some eggs and berries from a convenient and unguarded storehouse.

They had awoken to the sound of the food’s previous owners discovering their loss, and quickly continued toward their destination through the long grass.

Two of them ran on four paws, gathering burrs and seeds in their short fur and gritty mud between their pads from the dewy ground. The third of the group floated along behind them at a leisurely pace, avoiding the uncomfortable inconveniences of having to run.

As a pale grey smudge of light appeared on the horizon, the strange group drew close to their destination: A large mass of tropical growth in the distance. The grey light became blue, and then as the golden disk of the sun peeked shyly over the skyline, the world became bathed in shades of brilliant golds and magentas.

The mass loomed closer, and the three drew gradually to a halt on the vague threshold of the jungle. The dawn sunlight had rendered the already colourful jungle somehow more brilliant.

“Wow, it’s much more beautiful than I expected.” Nye took advantage of the pause to pick the itchy seeds from his coat. “You’d never think it’s full of bloodthirsty monsters.”

“Don’t let your guard down once we’re in here. Especially you, Zooka. Everyone in this forest will jump at the chance for what they see as easy prey.”

The Whimsicott’s expression was defiant. “I can look after myself-”

“No arguments. Stick with me.” Syrren wasn’t joking. Zooka obediently jumped up and landed lightly on Syrren’s back, though he still pouted at being treated like a child.

“Okay. Let’s go find Devonshire.”

The three odd travellers trudged onward, at the ready, should any of the watching creatures begin approaching.