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There were bad times and worse times to traverse the winding and perilous mountain path known as the Vidna Pass. Today ranked among the very worst.
TATONK TATONK
A caravan of horse-drawn carriages carefully clopped along the long abandoned roads. Mist, soupy and thick, all but suffocated them. Many a times had the Drake Kingdom tried to carve their way through the inhospitable mountains that wreathed it. As had their belligerent neighbors.
The Vidna Pass, if it could even be called that, was the only failed attempt that still stood.
TATONK TACLONK
Tepidly did the travelers advance through the gnarled bursts of evergreen that sprang forth from stone. Few knew of the Vidna Pass. Fewer still would dare to tread it.
Not even Drake Kingdom's very own Thieves Guild, indulging in anything and everything of ill-repute, paid the path much mind. As tantalizing a prospect of smuggling contraband into and out of the country was... the risk vastly outweighed the reward. Only the most desperate, craven, and fool hardy of criminals dared to rattle along it.
TATONK TADONK
Which made them all the more appealing targets to those who watched from the shadows. If someone did try to risk running the Vidna Pass... it was because they had something worth hiding.
Something worth stealing.
“Boss?” whispered a wintry white stoat. His thin and lanky frame, reins in hand, gently whipped the horses drawing an enclosed carriage. “When will we be in the clear?”
“What did I tell you?!” rasped a black bear. Clamping his hand around the stoat's maw, his broad padded palm applying untowards amount of pressure against it, he glared at his subordinate. “No chit chat! No small talk! No nothing!” The ursine, clad in deceptively decadent light armor, fwipped his rounded ears to attention. Intently did he listen for even the most minute disturbance among the fog.
“...!”
A pained wail lodged itself in the stoat's throat. His teeth, painfully clamped together, burrowed into and cut against his gums as the black bear's vice grip tightened.
The ursine tossed a look back over his shoulders. The remainder of the caravan, a trio of carriages, wavered in and out of focus. Their drivers, clad in heavy cloaks misting with dew, nodded back. Save the clap of horse hoofs, and the rattling of the wheels, the inclement weather smothered all sight and sound.
With a muted exhale, mindful to watch his breathing, Boss relaxed his grip. “We'll be clear when I say we are. No sooner and no later.” He knew better than to boast. He knew better than to tempt fate. “Just. Listen.”
The trembling stoat dutifully nodded along.
Eyes darting back and forth the unnerved ursine ravenously drank in what little he could see. The pines and firs lining the slopes faded in and out of the fog. Shadows danced among their trunks.
The creak of the carts continued unabated.
Forcing down a nervous swallow Boss dared to look out to the unseen ravines lost among the churning mists. To where the wind whistled, as if beckoning them with a siren song, to the treacherous depths.
Silhouettes, blurring in and out of focus, crept towards the rear of the caravan. Hands reached out from the fog and wrapped themselves around the coachman last in line. Shadows, dripping from the gloved fingers wrapped around their maw, swallowed up their screams.
“Just. Relax. You've done this before,” Boss thought to himself. “You'll do it again.”
One after the other after the other did the drivers disappear. Only to be replaced by unknown someones. The caravan continued to clop along otherwise uninterrupted.
With a shudder Boss once again looked back over his shoulder. The carriage drivers nodded back much as before. Breathing easy the black bear nevertheless remained on edge.
“...”
The pretenders tossed down their hoods. Looking back and forth, the latest initiates into Kovania's Kronies flashed each other toothy smiles. Tourbald, as burly a badger there ever was, fist pumped at the open air. Elishah, an imposing ram sporting cracked horns, giddily wiggled in place. Agnes, a petite possum, wordlessly swatted at them. In silence they looked out over the edge of the Vidna Pass and gave the signal.
FWEEET
Fingers pinched against her lips, Agnes sounded out a shrill whistle. The stagnant mist churned to life. It coiled and frothed in response as-
FWOOOOOOOOOOM
A wicked gale whisked across Vidna's Pass. The carriages rattled in place and the horses steadied themselves as what looked like low lying clouds washed over the unkempt roads. Visibility dropped to near nothing.
“WHAT?!” Boss whirled about in place with a snarl. Eyes gone wide he watched as, in but a blink, the trio of tailgaters vanished from sight. “SILAS!” he screamed to the stoat. “GET US-”
With a heavy clap the reins to the black bear's carriage fell upon the now vacant wooden seat where Silas had been sitting. The clonks and creaks of the carriages behind Boss fell silent. As did his own.
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The wind bellowed. Or. Something like it did. Boss' fur stood on end when he felt a pressure, a darkness that came to accompany the damp, overtake him. Heart lodged in his throat he stammered as the silhouette of a giant hand, muted light and mist rushing through the gaps between its fingers, crept towards him.
A stuttering scream left his lips as he clasped hold of the reins-
CRNNNCH
Only for a wall of furred flesh to crash against him. The handles connecting the horses to their cart snapped into splinters. With a neigh the beasts of burden galloped free. Boss wheezed while padded folds of flesh constricted around him. Throttled within the grip of a massive palm, air squeezed out of his lungs, the black bear choked on the oppressive pressure and warmth. The light left his eyes. And then...
WHUMPF
Fingers splayed, Kovania roughly rolled the unconscious bear out of her palm. He collapsed into a heap alongside the stoat and his other hired help.
“How'd I do Queen Kovania?” Agnes eeheed. Tail wrapped around her waist, and pixie cut bobbing in the breeze, the aspiring Thief beamed up at the towering giantess.
Breasts resting against the winding road, and hand cupped to her cheek, Kovania dismissively puffed at the bangs of hair draped over her forehead. “Agnes,” the hulking hyena sighed. “We've been over this how many times now? It's just Kovania.”
“Sorry Queen Kovania...” the possum bashfully mumbled.
The hyena snorted and, with a massive finger outstretched, carefully noogied her overeager apprentice. “Now you're just doing this on purpose.”
Steam wafting out of her ears, and face a brilliant beet red, Agnes leaned into the beautiful behemoth's padded fingertip and planted an emphatic kiss upon it.
“Not in front of the others,” Kovania rumbled with a blush. Arching her digit the giantess dotingly, if not devastatingly, papped at the possum. With a pained oof Agnes collapsed into the beaten path as Kovania dealt out some tough love to her favorite little suckup.
“Tourbald. Elishah,” the Queen of Thieves called out as she continued to bully her bitty, and beloved, crony. “How's our haul?”
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T-Bone!
FIRST, PREVIOUS, -
TATONK TATONK
A caravan of horse-drawn carriages carefully clopped along the long abandoned roads. Mist, soupy and thick, all but suffocated them. Many a times had the Drake Kingdom tried to carve their way through the inhospitable mountains that wreathed it. As had their belligerent neighbors.
The Vidna Pass, if it could even be called that, was the only failed attempt that still stood.
TATONK TACLONK
Tepidly did the travelers advance through the gnarled bursts of evergreen that sprang forth from stone. Few knew of the Vidna Pass. Fewer still would dare to tread it.
Not even Drake Kingdom's very own Thieves Guild, indulging in anything and everything of ill-repute, paid the path much mind. As tantalizing a prospect of smuggling contraband into and out of the country was... the risk vastly outweighed the reward. Only the most desperate, craven, and fool hardy of criminals dared to rattle along it.
TATONK TADONK
Which made them all the more appealing targets to those who watched from the shadows. If someone did try to risk running the Vidna Pass... it was because they had something worth hiding.
Something worth stealing.
“Boss?” whispered a wintry white stoat. His thin and lanky frame, reins in hand, gently whipped the horses drawing an enclosed carriage. “When will we be in the clear?”
“What did I tell you?!” rasped a black bear. Clamping his hand around the stoat's maw, his broad padded palm applying untowards amount of pressure against it, he glared at his subordinate. “No chit chat! No small talk! No nothing!” The ursine, clad in deceptively decadent light armor, fwipped his rounded ears to attention. Intently did he listen for even the most minute disturbance among the fog.
“...!”
A pained wail lodged itself in the stoat's throat. His teeth, painfully clamped together, burrowed into and cut against his gums as the black bear's vice grip tightened.
The ursine tossed a look back over his shoulders. The remainder of the caravan, a trio of carriages, wavered in and out of focus. Their drivers, clad in heavy cloaks misting with dew, nodded back. Save the clap of horse hoofs, and the rattling of the wheels, the inclement weather smothered all sight and sound.
With a muted exhale, mindful to watch his breathing, Boss relaxed his grip. “We'll be clear when I say we are. No sooner and no later.” He knew better than to boast. He knew better than to tempt fate. “Just. Listen.”
The trembling stoat dutifully nodded along.
Eyes darting back and forth the unnerved ursine ravenously drank in what little he could see. The pines and firs lining the slopes faded in and out of the fog. Shadows danced among their trunks.
The creak of the carts continued unabated.
Forcing down a nervous swallow Boss dared to look out to the unseen ravines lost among the churning mists. To where the wind whistled, as if beckoning them with a siren song, to the treacherous depths.
Silhouettes, blurring in and out of focus, crept towards the rear of the caravan. Hands reached out from the fog and wrapped themselves around the coachman last in line. Shadows, dripping from the gloved fingers wrapped around their maw, swallowed up their screams.
“Just. Relax. You've done this before,” Boss thought to himself. “You'll do it again.”
One after the other after the other did the drivers disappear. Only to be replaced by unknown someones. The caravan continued to clop along otherwise uninterrupted.
With a shudder Boss once again looked back over his shoulder. The carriage drivers nodded back much as before. Breathing easy the black bear nevertheless remained on edge.
“...”
The pretenders tossed down their hoods. Looking back and forth, the latest initiates into Kovania's Kronies flashed each other toothy smiles. Tourbald, as burly a badger there ever was, fist pumped at the open air. Elishah, an imposing ram sporting cracked horns, giddily wiggled in place. Agnes, a petite possum, wordlessly swatted at them. In silence they looked out over the edge of the Vidna Pass and gave the signal.
FWEEET
Fingers pinched against her lips, Agnes sounded out a shrill whistle. The stagnant mist churned to life. It coiled and frothed in response as-
FWOOOOOOOOOOM
A wicked gale whisked across Vidna's Pass. The carriages rattled in place and the horses steadied themselves as what looked like low lying clouds washed over the unkempt roads. Visibility dropped to near nothing.
“WHAT?!” Boss whirled about in place with a snarl. Eyes gone wide he watched as, in but a blink, the trio of tailgaters vanished from sight. “SILAS!” he screamed to the stoat. “GET US-”
With a heavy clap the reins to the black bear's carriage fell upon the now vacant wooden seat where Silas had been sitting. The clonks and creaks of the carriages behind Boss fell silent. As did his own.
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The wind bellowed. Or. Something like it did. Boss' fur stood on end when he felt a pressure, a darkness that came to accompany the damp, overtake him. Heart lodged in his throat he stammered as the silhouette of a giant hand, muted light and mist rushing through the gaps between its fingers, crept towards him.
A stuttering scream left his lips as he clasped hold of the reins-
CRNNNCH
Only for a wall of furred flesh to crash against him. The handles connecting the horses to their cart snapped into splinters. With a neigh the beasts of burden galloped free. Boss wheezed while padded folds of flesh constricted around him. Throttled within the grip of a massive palm, air squeezed out of his lungs, the black bear choked on the oppressive pressure and warmth. The light left his eyes. And then...
WHUMPF
Fingers splayed, Kovania roughly rolled the unconscious bear out of her palm. He collapsed into a heap alongside the stoat and his other hired help.
“How'd I do Queen Kovania?” Agnes eeheed. Tail wrapped around her waist, and pixie cut bobbing in the breeze, the aspiring Thief beamed up at the towering giantess.
Breasts resting against the winding road, and hand cupped to her cheek, Kovania dismissively puffed at the bangs of hair draped over her forehead. “Agnes,” the hulking hyena sighed. “We've been over this how many times now? It's just Kovania.”
“Sorry Queen Kovania...” the possum bashfully mumbled.
The hyena snorted and, with a massive finger outstretched, carefully noogied her overeager apprentice. “Now you're just doing this on purpose.”
Steam wafting out of her ears, and face a brilliant beet red, Agnes leaned into the beautiful behemoth's padded fingertip and planted an emphatic kiss upon it.
“Not in front of the others,” Kovania rumbled with a blush. Arching her digit the giantess dotingly, if not devastatingly, papped at the possum. With a pained oof Agnes collapsed into the beaten path as Kovania dealt out some tough love to her favorite little suckup.
“Tourbald. Elishah,” the Queen of Thieves called out as she continued to bully her bitty, and beloved, crony. “How's our haul?”
Art by the amazing
T-Bone!FIRST, PREVIOUS, -
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Hyena
Size 1803 x 2043px
File Size 2.62 MB
Listed in Folders
Smart. XD
Could be a funny scene in a future story, like the orientation for a new recruit--they learn the ethics, how big a cut of loot the Queen gets...and to NEVER tell ANYONE, even as a joke, that she ate someone. (The time's she's stomped, sat on or swatted people are fair game, though.)
This lesson is given by a minion who calls themselves the head of PR.
Could be a funny scene in a future story, like the orientation for a new recruit--they learn the ethics, how big a cut of loot the Queen gets...and to NEVER tell ANYONE, even as a joke, that she ate someone. (The time's she's stomped, sat on or swatted people are fair game, though.)
This lesson is given by a minion who calls themselves the head of PR.
I'm really liking Kovania as a character! She does "bad" things, but she isn't actively malicious about it. Hell as long as you don't have anything she needs she seems like a perfectly agreeable sort, it's a very interesting take on the typical greedy macro! Always fun having a bandit you can actually root for, after all. :]
She has standards! Dubious standards, albeit, but standards all the same! That and she is a Thief at the end of day and being gigantified hasn't changed that one bit. Hell she actively gripes about and bemoans the fact that her sizable stature makes it all the harder to sneak and skulk about!
Hey, everyone has to eat, especially big ladies like her!
Funnily enough she kinda reminds me of Garrett from the Thief series. A much better person than he'd have you believe, but a thief through and through. Proud of it, too! 😄
Still, there is a part of me that can't help but feel a bit bad for her. She's good at what she does and she makes the best of the situation she finds herself in, but I don't think she necessarily chose this life more than it was forced upon her. Add the involuntary wumbofication to that and she's practically a tragic character! She doesn't seem like a bad person, it's only natural for me to hope her story will end at least somewhat happily! At least she has Agnes, maybe one day they'll get to retire somewhere nice together. :]
Funnily enough she kinda reminds me of Garrett from the Thief series. A much better person than he'd have you believe, but a thief through and through. Proud of it, too! 😄
Still, there is a part of me that can't help but feel a bit bad for her. She's good at what she does and she makes the best of the situation she finds herself in, but I don't think she necessarily chose this life more than it was forced upon her. Add the involuntary wumbofication to that and she's practically a tragic character! She doesn't seem like a bad person, it's only natural for me to hope her story will end at least somewhat happily! At least she has Agnes, maybe one day they'll get to retire somewhere nice together. :]
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