Commissioned by  Stampy and  VDOPlus, description provided by  VDOPlus:

Fang prowled absentmindedly, batting at a weird passing insect with little fires on its shiny white wings using her gigantic hands. The smilodon rumbled deeply as she surveyed the surrounding areas, on the hunt for food.

She padded around on paws bigger than mountains, uprooting chunks of land the size of cities- too big to even recognize the tiny gray patches as "food"- before finally finding some suitable prey! Sure, it wasn't much. It looked a bit pathetic and scrawny, and it would hardly satisfy her hunger for long at all, but it would do for now.

Laying low on the horizon, the colossal smilodon waited for the right moment to pounce...



"... Maaaawh shoot."

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow OW let go of my tail let GO!"

"No way! You run faster than I do, and there's no way I'm sticking around with HER on BOTH our tails!"

"Ow ow what are you even talking about ow ow who is followi-"

"Grrrrrrr..."

"Ow ow ow- OH GEEZ AAAAAAAH ow ow ow ow ow!"

"Exactly! Keep moving, faster faster! She's gaining on us!"

"AaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHH ow ow ow ow ow!"

"GrrrrROAR!"

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Okay, own up! Who opened up a time portal for Fang to crawl through to present day? As an apex predator in the Pleistocene, Fang comes from a time before language or morality, and acts purely on instinct. All is good in the name of food. And if you're going to be paw sized and yeowl and screech about like a Mawile's bit your tail, you're going to find yourself being pounced!

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Mawie and Fang ©  Stampy
Rocquesanne (Rocq) ©  VDOPlus
Artwork ©  Alef-GP

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