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Foundry Escape!
West grunts as he watches the militaristic agents talk with each other on the other side of the room, staying as still as he possibly can while he tries to use his claws to work at the bindings. They had used both rope and steel cables to tie him to a wooden chair after kidnapping him, bringing him to a foundry and using it to try and get answers out of him.
Their scare tactics had only gotten them so far until they realized the fox would not buckle under the pressure of mental games, recognizing him to be experienced in such things. As a result, they had swapped over to physical torture, starting with a pressuring cut into his leg that went deeper with time, the knife still in his leg while the kidnappers had gone off to discuss things out of earshot.
He grimaces as he looks at the blood still leaking out from the open wound, staining the knife blade and dripping down his pant leg. Even if he knew how he got here, why that portal opened up around and enveloped him before dumping him into this strange other world, the questions they asked were related to something else. Something that would pose a danger to the people he likely knew and others he didn’t. A rodeo he had experience with, and was not interested in repeating.
One of the mercenaries comes over, a large bull, and West lifts his head to stare them down.
“Feeling cooperative yet, whoever the hell you are?”
The mercenary folds his arms, bringing one foot up onto the fox’s knee, the toes of the boot pressing up against the knife and forcing it at an angle. Pain shoots through West’s leg as he feels the knife slowly pressing and slicing through more flesh and blood beneath his fur and skin, making a new wave of blood trickle out of the wound.
“Not too terribly,” West says, even as he flinches.
Suddenly he sees a gray and purple form materialize just behind the lone mercenary. Before any words come from the fox, the aggressor is swiftly neutralized with a precision strike against the neck. West watches the mercenary go completely limp in mere seconds, slipping into a pair of lithely toned purple scaled arms.
“What…?”
Behind where the mercenary stood is a purple dragon male dressed in a loosely fitting black tank top, khaki pants, and black lace up combat boots. Looking further beyond the purple dragon, West sees the other two mercs on the ground as well.
As this new face lays the mercenary on the ground, he motions for the fox to remain quiet. West nods and does that as the dragon moves around him, the sound of ropes tearing and chains snapping sounding off a moment later. The fox’s eyes widen as he hears it, looking over one shoulder at the dragon.
“You may call me Drez,” the dragon promptly states. “Do not be afraid, I will get you to safety. I am sure you have many questions, but first allow me to take care of your injury.”
Drez seamlessly moves back around to the front of the chair as if gliding, producing bandage wrap and a small bottle of antiseptic. He crouches low, placing one hand on West’s leg before slowly removing the knife from the wound with the other hand, making the fox flinch. The dragon immediately gets to work on treating it, a brief stinging pain coming with the liquid before the affected area of the leg is swiftly wrapped.
“It will take you a few days to recover fully with the proper help. Please test your leg. It will be significantly easier to safely extract you if you can use it.”
West nods, pushing himself off the chair and testing his leg. Still functional, he finds, as he manages to walk a few steps without any issue.
“Good. They did not cut deeply or sever anything crucial. Now I will assure your safety.”
The fox nods again. “T-thanks. Whatever you are.”
The dragon tilts his head. “What do you mean by that?”
“I’ve seen enough to know you’re not human.” West points out, looking at the unconscious soldiers before kneeling and grabbing a pistol from a holster, checking it quickly to find it fully loaded and seemingly operational. With a click, he flicks the safety off before one of the dragon’s hands lays on top of the gun.
“Allow me,” Drez insisted. “I will guide you to safety and use this to hinder those who may pursue.”
West pauses, then nods a bit, handing the gun over to the dragon. “Alright. I’ll trust you then.”
Before Drez can respond, they hear an alarm go off. Both turn to see that has been raised by another soldier who has entered the scene to find his fellows on the ground and their prisoner freed. The fellow mercenary reaches for his gun, but the purple dragon is faster, uncannily so. With no hesitation yet pinpoint accuracy, Drez snaps the gun up and shoots one of the soldier’s legs, sending them sprawling to the ground before taking one of West’s hands.
“We must hurry before the rest arrive,” he says, gently pulling West closer.
The fox nods hurriedly, moving with the dragon as Drez starts sprinting toward the closest exit, running alongside West and blocking his body from direct harm. Shouts and gunfire ring out, bullets whizzing through the air. West notices some bullets hit the dragon’s body, silver splatters forming from the dragon’s supposed scale and clothing right where they entered. He certainly has a lot of questions on his mind, but those would have to wait until they escaped. He puts his faith in the dragon to lead him to safety, steeling himself as Drez uses the handgun to fire back on their pursuers, aiming to halt their chase.
A collaborative effort/idea between myself and a friend, in which we wanted to get a commission together, and after some deliberation he had settled on this idea of Drez and West Forrest in a rescue scenario. He paid for the image, and I wrote up a short story to go with it, which was edited to fit the character of Drez and the hostage-takers better, leading to this final product!
West Forrest and the story are made by
Heroicswordsman23
Story was edited by the owner of Drez, the wonderful
Danji Draconid, his post is here!
Art is by the amazing
Valyce Negative, check out the original submission here!
Their scare tactics had only gotten them so far until they realized the fox would not buckle under the pressure of mental games, recognizing him to be experienced in such things. As a result, they had swapped over to physical torture, starting with a pressuring cut into his leg that went deeper with time, the knife still in his leg while the kidnappers had gone off to discuss things out of earshot.
He grimaces as he looks at the blood still leaking out from the open wound, staining the knife blade and dripping down his pant leg. Even if he knew how he got here, why that portal opened up around and enveloped him before dumping him into this strange other world, the questions they asked were related to something else. Something that would pose a danger to the people he likely knew and others he didn’t. A rodeo he had experience with, and was not interested in repeating.
One of the mercenaries comes over, a large bull, and West lifts his head to stare them down.
“Feeling cooperative yet, whoever the hell you are?”
The mercenary folds his arms, bringing one foot up onto the fox’s knee, the toes of the boot pressing up against the knife and forcing it at an angle. Pain shoots through West’s leg as he feels the knife slowly pressing and slicing through more flesh and blood beneath his fur and skin, making a new wave of blood trickle out of the wound.
“Not too terribly,” West says, even as he flinches.
Suddenly he sees a gray and purple form materialize just behind the lone mercenary. Before any words come from the fox, the aggressor is swiftly neutralized with a precision strike against the neck. West watches the mercenary go completely limp in mere seconds, slipping into a pair of lithely toned purple scaled arms.
“What…?”
Behind where the mercenary stood is a purple dragon male dressed in a loosely fitting black tank top, khaki pants, and black lace up combat boots. Looking further beyond the purple dragon, West sees the other two mercs on the ground as well.
As this new face lays the mercenary on the ground, he motions for the fox to remain quiet. West nods and does that as the dragon moves around him, the sound of ropes tearing and chains snapping sounding off a moment later. The fox’s eyes widen as he hears it, looking over one shoulder at the dragon.
“You may call me Drez,” the dragon promptly states. “Do not be afraid, I will get you to safety. I am sure you have many questions, but first allow me to take care of your injury.”
Drez seamlessly moves back around to the front of the chair as if gliding, producing bandage wrap and a small bottle of antiseptic. He crouches low, placing one hand on West’s leg before slowly removing the knife from the wound with the other hand, making the fox flinch. The dragon immediately gets to work on treating it, a brief stinging pain coming with the liquid before the affected area of the leg is swiftly wrapped.
“It will take you a few days to recover fully with the proper help. Please test your leg. It will be significantly easier to safely extract you if you can use it.”
West nods, pushing himself off the chair and testing his leg. Still functional, he finds, as he manages to walk a few steps without any issue.
“Good. They did not cut deeply or sever anything crucial. Now I will assure your safety.”
The fox nods again. “T-thanks. Whatever you are.”
The dragon tilts his head. “What do you mean by that?”
“I’ve seen enough to know you’re not human.” West points out, looking at the unconscious soldiers before kneeling and grabbing a pistol from a holster, checking it quickly to find it fully loaded and seemingly operational. With a click, he flicks the safety off before one of the dragon’s hands lays on top of the gun.
“Allow me,” Drez insisted. “I will guide you to safety and use this to hinder those who may pursue.”
West pauses, then nods a bit, handing the gun over to the dragon. “Alright. I’ll trust you then.”
Before Drez can respond, they hear an alarm go off. Both turn to see that has been raised by another soldier who has entered the scene to find his fellows on the ground and their prisoner freed. The fellow mercenary reaches for his gun, but the purple dragon is faster, uncannily so. With no hesitation yet pinpoint accuracy, Drez snaps the gun up and shoots one of the soldier’s legs, sending them sprawling to the ground before taking one of West’s hands.
“We must hurry before the rest arrive,” he says, gently pulling West closer.
The fox nods hurriedly, moving with the dragon as Drez starts sprinting toward the closest exit, running alongside West and blocking his body from direct harm. Shouts and gunfire ring out, bullets whizzing through the air. West notices some bullets hit the dragon’s body, silver splatters forming from the dragon’s supposed scale and clothing right where they entered. He certainly has a lot of questions on his mind, but those would have to wait until they escaped. He puts his faith in the dragon to lead him to safety, steeling himself as Drez uses the handgun to fire back on their pursuers, aiming to halt their chase.
A collaborative effort/idea between myself and a friend, in which we wanted to get a commission together, and after some deliberation he had settled on this idea of Drez and West Forrest in a rescue scenario. He paid for the image, and I wrote up a short story to go with it, which was edited to fit the character of Drez and the hostage-takers better, leading to this final product!
West Forrest and the story are made by
Heroicswordsman23Story was edited by the owner of Drez, the wonderful
Danji Draconid, his post is here!Art is by the amazing
Valyce Negative, check out the original submission here!
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1888 x 1244px
File Size 3.74 MB
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