Maybe there was a curse upon the throne to deter peasants and would-be thieves. Maybe the ancient spirits recognized royal blood in their ancestor and wanted to greet them appropriately. Or maybe there were just bored spectral hands in the catacombs from being locked away for centuries and wanted something to do. Either way, from the moment the eager jackal sat upon the long-forgotten throne to rest her legs she was in for a meal fit for a Goddess.

...Yet despite the unexpected turn of events she seemed to love the new attention, malicious or benevolent irregardless.

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I'm currently still unpacking a bunch of stuff into my new home, including my computer which has the almost-finished charizard finale saved on it. In the meantime I sketched this on my laptop as something to do while waiting for internet and other things today so it's a bit rough around the edges.

Been wanting to do a few more things with this jackal. I like the idea of her being short and small normally but reeeally enjoys being big, so I'll definitely do some more stuff with her later. I still haven't named her yet, I'll think of something eventually. I'll probably change her haircut and markings too once I'm 100% happy with them, but for now they're as they are.