My Son !! My Boy !!

A short comic of the first WOF book I made for practie! mostly trying to get how I render comics down! Sorry if the anatomy is a bit janky I haven't drawn wof in foreverr

give me cole haunting your muse after he falls

Cole they could never make me hate you

              ☽                𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃                ☾ @lightcreators

            𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍     𝐓𝐎     𝐍𝐎𝐓     𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘     𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋     𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇     𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒     -     𝐇𝐄     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐀     𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑     𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑     𝐀𝐋𝐋.     So     it     came     to     no     surprise     that     Keith     preferred     to     train     ALONE     during     the     quiet     hours     of     way     past     curfew.     The     only     sounds     to     fill     the     night's     air     was     the     hacking     of     his     sword     against     the     straw     dummies     who     didn't     have     a     chance     against     Keith's     built     up     anger.     〝    Not     GOOD     ENOUGH     for     you     to     claim,     huh?    〞      Sweat     beaded     onto     his     brow     as     he     huffed,     〝    I'll     show     you..    〞     

i love you master of the mountain. i love you master of the mountain. i love you master of th

cole is 100% the kinda guy that gets a sweet treat after any minor inconvenience / task

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            𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄     𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐀     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄     𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍     𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘     -     𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐁𝐘     𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍     𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄     -     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃     𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒     𝐎𝐅     𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐒     𝐎𝐅     𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒.     The     age     of     the     dragon     seemed     like     a     distant     memory     as     the     fire     guardian     stood     witness     to     the     RUIN     of     the     temple.     He     had     nearly     given     up     all     hope     to     rebuild     when     he     had     met     SPYRO.     The     very     dragon     prophesied     to     do     extraordinary     things     had     given     the     guardian     something     he     never     thought     he     would     experience     again     -     hope,     a     second     chance.     Despite     the     purple     dragon's     disappearance,     he     could     not     abandon     his     gift.

                Wingbeats     overheard     robbed     the     fire     guardian's     from     his     thoughts.     Half     expecting     one     of     the     guardians,     Ignitus     turned     his     gaze     skyward.     White     scales...?     Even     from     a     distance,     the     guardian     knew     it     wasn't     CYRIL.     The     guardian     stood     frozen     as     the     strange     dragon     landed     before     him.     He     blinked,     staring     blankly     for     a     moment,     his     mind     struggling     to     catch     up     before     he     finally     snapped     back     to     reality.     〝    You     picked     a     bad     time     to     visit,     friend.    〞      His     words     were     shrouded     in     what     little     HUMOUR     he     managed     to     muster     up.     〝    but     what     can     I     do     for     you?    〞     

a magma studio sheith sketch

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the  pout  that  dominates  his  countenance  is  more  playful  than  it  is  anything  else.  lance  is  up  -  stretching  onto  his  toes  as  he  presses  both  of  his  palms  flat  against  his  beautiful  girl’s  maw.  “don’t  give  me  that  look.”  lance  pleads  ;  blinking  heavily  before  breaking  stance. “i  really  need  to  think  about  what  i  say  before  i  actually  say  it,  huh.”  he  muses.  huffs  &  then  promptly  lets  his  head  drop  forward.  defeated.  “do  you  think  i  made  him  mad?”  a  pause  -  a  consideration.  “well,  madder?” 

            𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒     𝐎𝐅     𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍     𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃     𝐇𝐄𝐑     𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃     𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍     𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐇𝐄𝐑     𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑'𝐒     𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒     𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍.     There     wasn't     a     need     for     her     to     look     to     know     it     was     her     paladin.     An     UNSPOKEN     agreement,     the     lioness     would     lend     her     paladin     a     listening     ear     for     his     troubles.     Whatever     her     paladin     needed,     she     would     provide.     Amused,     she     gently     probed     her     paladin's     mind     with     the     lure     of     soothing     purrs.     Though     in     AGREEANCE     -     she     aimed     to     comfort     him.