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  1. From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    I know what you're thinking... amazing battle sequence right?! To be frank I didn't know how far I would be putting my thesis project on the line in the most dire of circumstances. Things got way out of hand now that I have had time to think about it, though it really probably deserves an explanation how things started... You see, I was just a graduate student in the entomology program, working on experimental research in adapting insect bio-mechanical designs and functionality. In short, try and see how we can use insects and apply them in our every day lives. I was selected to join the on going thesis project, looking for potential insects to try and adapt for new research leads. Of course, none of the work I did alone would kick off without collaborative effort of fellow colleagues; everyone was willing to lend their expertise in a collaborative effort. My graduate studies were filled with hard toil and labor,between my studies and helping the professors gather crucial findings from the wonderful chitin critters. Still, I was able to work on a little side project of my own, dubbed the Exoskeletal Work Suit, code name V-Drone. It was supposed to adapt various tools and gadgets taken from various insects to employ in manual labor, though I never really thought beyond its intended application. A marvelous concept I thought at first. I had hopes of unveiling it as the croup de grace of my thesis project! Unfortunately, things didn't quite turn out the way I thought it would. While I never actually got to test the entire suit in action before, an incident occurred on the campus grounds that provided an opportunity to showcase V-Drone in action. Apparently a bio-terrorist tried to break into the science department, and boy were they not kidding around! It didn't take long before the thugs subdued the campus security and bypass the security measures, especially with the leader in charge intending to steal an experimental chemical compound designated for... strangely enough corn production. Everyone called the strange criminal "The Locust," but whatever his intentions I had a feeling he was going to weaponize it for some nefarious purpose. It might have been a rather impulsive decision, but I wasn't going to stand idly by and let this creep tarnish the university's hard work they put in, just to become a means to an evil end (and maybe use this as a test drive for the suit). I was confident my preliminary tests on the suit's gadgets and armor would be enough to validate my decision... I just hope it doesn't end up becoming a bigger disaster than intended. .... it was time to take V-Drone on a test drive. "Metamorph Engage! CODE : TWO! EIGHT! FOUR!" The details were kind of fuzzy after that momumental decision, but little did I know that it would be the first day that I would be taking on the identity as DynaWasp. I got to hand it to Bad Coyote for making such a great hero themed picture! Not only was I able to get a nifty super hero illustration, but I also got to gift this to BGN in order to show case his villain "The Locust." I have to say I find myself coming up with a potential story idea for Vaughn now that I have such a wonderful illustration to go off on, perhaps we will see more of DynaWasp in the future! Wind Tide © Wind Tide The Locust © BGN Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

    © Bad Coyote

  2. WindTide

    Year of the Dog (Gāo)

    From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    (Good luck to this Dog Year) A prize that I won from trivia during the Chinese New Year Stream, hosted by Bad Coyote! He offered chibi sketches for those who won Lobosan's usual trivia, which were themed on the New Year celebrations observed by other cultures in the world. In any case, Gāo was more than happy to show his enthusiasm for the year of the dog (if you count Shishi as Fu Dogs)! Wind Tide © Wind Tide Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

    © Bad Coyote

  3. WindTide

    Invasion of the Iron Fleet (Izel)

    From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    Blessed with salt... blessed with stone... blessed with steel. The seas alone wash the vanities and follies of man, as they drown in the briny depths. What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger. Such thoughts keep in the commander's head as he peered at the endless ocean before him. One of his outstretched arms held the banner showing the allegiance to the House of Greyjoy, the mighty kraken embroidered in gold against the black tapestry. Even with the shore far away, the man clutched his sword by his side, ready to do battle against his enemies that would oppose them. As they say among the Ironborn "We do not plow the field or toil in the mine. We take what is ours." Alternate Universe edition of Izel Yaotl, as a fierce-some raider of the Iron Islands. This Game of Thrones inspired sketch was done by Bad Coyote, with ideas also supplied by his good mate Lobosan. I can only hope my excerpt does justice to the lore of the series, and if not I do apologize in advance! Izel Yaotl © Wind Tide Inspiration supplied by Lobosan Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

    © Bad Coyote

  4. From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    No doubt the courtroom was filled with tension and strife as the prosecutor had been battling against the wits of the attorney across from him. The judge, while seemingly bored of the argument, leaned from his seat to over look the two arguing in a heated debated. Even the moose seemed to sympathize with the judge as he held onto his stack of papers, having no clue when this was going to end. Lawrence pressed on with his questioning and arguments against the fierce tiger adversary, determined to get to the truth and nothing more. He just had to point his finger in the right direction and press on with his statements. No matter how clever the other lawyer maybe, the deer was not going to call it quits anytime soon! After what seemed like a long time of waiting, :linkbadcoyote: had come through on an order that due to unusual circumstances had delayed him from completing my commission. But the wait was well worth it, as BC developed his skills substantially in this piece he did! While I had originally commissioned this on BC's birthday in 2016, I thought to include extra characters that Lobosan and Bad Coyote mentioned to me. In a sense, it was a piece for all three of us to enjoy, with the debut of Tiger Lawyer and Moose Secretary! Of course Lawrence looks spiffy as he makes his case in court! It's not a style I am familiar with seeing my character in, but it was well executed along with the scenery. No doubt it really brought the picture to life! And hopefully many others will be able to enjoy this piece for what it has come out to be. Lawrence A. Williams © Wind Tide Law Tiger © Lobosan Bad Coyote, Moose secretary, and Art © Bad Coyote Ace Attorney © Capcom Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

    © Bad Coyote

  5. WindTide

    Irish Charm (Valdor)

    From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    On behalf of Bad Coyote's first stream in ages and to kick off the St. Patrick's themed stream he had going on, I asked him to draw my Irish Horse. BC has definitely refined his skills in his drawing since he had taken some time for personal matters, and I cannot wait to see where his art will go next. Valdor Thunder © Wind Tide Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

    © Bad Coyote

  6. WindTide

    Debonair Red Mage (Ignacio)

    From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    Bad Coyote was doing a few doodles to brush up on his art skills when I told him about my new red mage. Since he was trying to improve on his ursine drawings, he said he would be willing to draw Ignacio for me, resulting in the suave smile that the man portrays! Ignacio de la Rosa del Marqués © Wind Tide Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

    © Bad Coyote

  7. WindTide

    Engagement at Pharos (Gavvar and Thrakos)

    From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    Jagd Naldoa — the only place within the Naldoan sea that no sane adventurer would dare trek by themselves. It was thick with Mist, so much so that traveling on airships over the region was impossible. But that didn't stop the rumors from circulating that special magicite were within the black ground markets that could allow machinery to work with the spell stones. Manufactured nethicite was considered contraband due to the recent conflicts instigated by the Archadian Empire, but that only made it more valuable and desired. Whether for military or exploration, an adventurer was bound to find use for it. The Dragoon completed grueling tasks on a tall order just so he could acquire the valuable shards for himself. The Seeq that he had gotten into contact was impressed with the Bangaa's performance on his "special errands" and thus upheld his bargain of the deal. As a tip for his services the warrior was given a lead where he could hire rogue Moogles to outfit an airship with it, Gavvar taking every inch he could get. After considerable negotiations with the pip-squeaks that chattered incessantly with him, the Dragoon came out on top with an airship of his own to use. It took a bit of practice and technical training to get the feel of operating the airship, but the warrior was able to make his way to the intended destination: the Ridorana Cataract. The aerodome from Balfonheim Port seemed far away when Gavvar made his way to the scattered islands in Jagd Naldoa. But from the airship overlooking the great ocean below him, there was no mistake that the gigantic abyss within the sea meant he had arrived. After a smooth landing on the terrain, the Bangaa in good measure activates the cloaking mechanism, only the anchor remaining visible as he got out of the vehicle and arrived on the Ridorana Cataract. There he was hoping to find what remained of the Pharos tower, said to be filled with treasures of all kind, and the occasional rare monster worth the fame and glory to slay. The Bangaa set out to find what he hoped would bring fortune, but what lied beyond the Footfalls of the Past remained to be seen... Gavvar explored the Ridorana Cataract, so far only finding the few remains of curative salves scattered in the terrain. The monsters that seemed to spawn from the mist proved to be unpredictable to fight against, but nothing that a seasoned fighter like himself couldn't handle on his own. The Echoes from Time's Garden seemed aptly named, with the ruins reflecting the far past where a great civilization once existed in the Naldoan sea. Now in ruins and covered in moss, there was nothing left to investigate. Some adventurers probably wouldn't have mind to take in the grandeur of the environment, but the Dragoon was not an archaeologist. He just continued to travel onward, not the kind of man to linger in the nostalgia of history. What remaining treasures that supposedly existed seemed to have already been ransacked... there was no telling how long ago someone else could have gotten to here. However unlikely that may have been, Gavvar was surely not the first of many brave explorers who could have found a means to travel to the region. There was talk about Queen Ashe's visit to these ruins during her quest to fight against the Archadian Empire, so he was certain that there was some enterage who could have accompanied her. But with time of the essence, surely her band of heroes did not excavate everything that could be hidden still? The road to the Pharos tower continued onward, through the City of Other Days down the wide pathway, avoiding the fork to where the Colosseum could be found. If time permitted, Gavvar thought he could at least see the the grand arena for himself, but it was not on his priorities. All that remained to clear was the Path of Hidden Blessing, the final stretch that would lead the Dragoon into the tower's entrance. The monsters and all the fighting had hampered the progress of the warrior to travel interrupted, the dusk beginning to approach the late afternoon sky. Traveling at night was ill advised in wild terrain, leaving Gavvar to set up camp for the evening by himself. Camping was dangerous in an environment with scores of beasts even in the ruins, though a seasoned adventurer would have a shard of magicite to repel such intruders. A valuable resource to have on hand, and these days it was a requirement especially on solo crusade. Now that he protected his campgrounds, monsters will not disturb him until the magicite drains itself of the magic. Gavvar rested that evening with a meal he hunted for, before sleeping early for the night — he had a long day ahead of him he needed to rest up. Gavvar didn’t have much warning when he woke up, not realizing that he might have slept in a bit since the dawn had passed by to give way to a blue sky overhead. The silence of the wilderness felt uneasy at first, but the glow of the magicite still seemed to linger, so he still had time left before he would need to recharge the crystal again. So far it seemed that he had not run into anything that was out of place, but that was one of the perks of exploring ruins. No one else should be around as far as the Dragoon knew. “OI! Is someone there?!” The rush of adrenaline coursed through the warrior’s blood as he jumped out of the tent in only linens and his spear on hand, jumping head first into the situation without thinking of the consequences. But to his surprise, it seemed that another explorer managed to make their way into the Ridorana Cataract. It seemed from a brief glance that the figure of another warrior had approached him, and another Bangaa at that! “Lower your weapon! I’m not here to fight you. Though I am surprised that someone else managed to make their way this far.” Gavvar could see the blue scaled man slowly approaching him with raised arms to communicate his lack of offense, which prompted the reptile to lower his weapon. It was distasteful to fight against an unarmed opponent, and the Bangaa was not about to start here even in the Jagds. “I don’t know if the Occuria had willed this, but I had not planned to run into others exploring these ruins.” Gavvar spoke as he was baffled that someone else found their way to the Ridorana Cataract. “It seemed like I wasn’t the only one who managed to find a way passed the Jagds’s curse.” The other Bangaa merely smirked as he crossed his arms, simply replying back to the startled brethren “I have my ways of travel. You just need a bit of imagination as to how I came here.” A curious comment like that would have spurred more questions, but he doubt the other man would willingly tell him how he arrived here. “I must say, traveling through the passageways were much easier letting someone else go ahead. To that I offer my thanks for clearing the monsters.” Gavvar didn’t know if he should take it as a compliment, knowing that he made it much easier for someone else, a complete stranger, to take the advantage and continue on ahead. All he did know was that the other Bangaa was not a factor he had counted on to ruin his chance to treasure hunt. “I take it you’re here to explore the Ridorana Cataract for yourself? Something tells me you’re not the type to relish on ancient lore… or sightsee for that matter.” The stranger didn’t offer a response immediately, merely stepped around the other Bangaa before stating “You would be right. Pharos is said to have some interesting artifacts and some rare marks to hunt down. Even if the treasures are no longer preserved, at the very least the monsters should satisfy my needs.” “So now it seems that for the moment we are after the same thing… the question then becomes as mutual allies? Or enemies?” Gavvar didn’t exactly trust the other Bangaa, even if he had chosen not to attack him while he was unprepared for the day. It was too much of a coincidence someone else managed to make their way to the Ridorana Cataract, knowing how difficult it was to traverse through the Jagds. “I would rather not have to fight against someone, even if they are competing for the same treasures.” The warrior walked closer as he entered the camping territory the Dragoon had set him, proceeding to expand his view point. “Besides, we are both Bangaa! Surely you can feel more assured having blood of kin by your side.” The Dragoon didn’t seemed amused with the genial tone of the words at first, but the stranger did seem to be charismatic and genuine enough to talk with him this far. Had it been on less friendly terms one of them would have struck the other by now. “Are you suggesting an allegiance then for the time being?” Now that the other Bangaa was in full view, the muddier reptile could see the loose fitting armor that the other man wore, making the Dragoon curious if he was a tank or a glass cannon type of combatant. The confidence that the Blue Bangaa wore was certainly surreal, almost as he waltzed into the scene without a care in the world. “Well right now, I am actually famished. I suggest before either of us continued we eat. Besides, it looks like you’re just getting up for the day.” As much as the Dragoon had found the experience to be uncanny, the other Bangaa at the least did not mind sharing the kill he had made earlier today as part of their meal. Thrakos, as the other warrior introduced himself, seemed to be sociable enough while they talked during their meal. Circumstances aside, Gavvar could not help but admit it was more enjoyable having someone here in the Jagds given their reputation. But given that the Jagd was already an abandoned island, it should now only be the two bangaas roaming around. “So you managed to save up for an airship that could navigate through these lands? I’m impressed.” Thrakos tore into the meat covered rib bone as his teeth rendered the flesh of the cooked beast, before he had inquired further. “Not many Bangaa I have meet can pilot those machines, though the pesky Moggles can do all sorts of wonders with any trinket they can get their hands on.” Gavvar ate his share of brunch trying to get ready for the trek into the Pharos tower, responding back to the other warrior about his expertise. “Cannoneers are becoming more commonplace for Bangaas to take part of. I have the minimum requirements to meet the technical background, so it wasn’t too much for me to handle once a Moogle showed me the basic controls.” So far between the two travelers they have been swapping small talk here and there, the flow of conversation relaxed for the most part. Sometimes they felt inclined to chatter a bit, other times the silence lingered in the air without much awkwardness. Sitting so close to Thrakos, it was easy to see that the warrior wore some unusual garbs, at least from what other Bangaa in his travels wore. Most were covered head to toe in linens or armor; the stranger was equipped minimally for a sword fighter typical of Ivalicians. It confused the Dragoon for some time as he looked over the stranger’s body, trying not to be obvious about his eyes focused intently on the Bangaa. “Do you usually travel dressed like you are? I would think in a region like this you would want as much protection.” Gavvar made the first comment as he spear a piece of meat at the end of his spear, letting it cook closer to the fire while he asked the man his question. “No need to wear anything more than what I got. My sword takes care of the rest. Besides, if the enemy can’t hit you, you won’t lose.” Thrakos demonstrated his maneuverability with the broad sword that he wielded, comfortable with using his weapon with one of two hands at a time. “I’m not planning to fight against other warriors anyways, so there’s no point to worry about the little details.” As self assured as the other man seemed of his ability, the Dragoon could only shrug lightly as he said “Whatever you say then. It’s not other warriors I am worried about so much as the strange beasts. I don’t plan to get sick getting nicked from a beast’s poison if I can help it.” Still, Gavvvar had a few salves to use if needed, but not enough to last forever out in the Jagds. “Then I will make sure not to get sick in the first place. Besides, armor is laborious to carry around. If I need to wash or get ready for bed, I can slip off just like this!” Thrakos seemed eager to show how easy it was to manage his attire, showing the other Bangaa how he could loosen his strap that carried his bag to slip on and off his body. “It feels great being in your skin most of the time, so why constrict yourself?” As he was saying that, it seemed that the blue Bangaa had let his claws hook onto the wrong strap to yank off, his carelessness loosening the loincloth that hung onto the man’s waist. Gavvar could not help but crack a smile as the stranger had blundered in a way to strip himself naked, snapping his tongue and wit out to say “Well it seems you have one more weapon stashed away for those dire moments.” Thrakos looked down to see what the other man referred to, the gentle breeze rolling over his exposed genitals and causing him to slightly shiver now that it hit him. “Oh, I always keep doing this to myself. It happens more often than you would think it should.” He grabbed a spot on a smooth stone surface to plant his rear end down, fixing to lace his loincloth up again before he said “Didn’t mean to be indecent there Gavvar.” “Oh no, not at all. You see a lot of things when you travel, I am sure.” If there was one thing that the Dragoon didn’t want to admit so quickly, he did thought the other Bangaa happened to be handsome at a glance, thinking how it had been a while since he was within the company of another companion during these sort of trips. “Besides, it’s not like I’m as much more decent than you are. I have yet to get my armor on myself. Just these linens cover myself.” “Well hey, I mean, it’s not like you had expected company… though I would say the same thing as well.” Thrakos smiled in a curious manner as he gave a better look on the muddy bronze color of Gavvar’s scales, saying to the other man in kind “Has it been some time since you were with company during your adventures?” The word choice seemed too intentional at this point, the blue Bangaa moving closer as the other warrior picked up on the cues being made. The other man never quite finished fixing his loin cloth strap, so it was already beginning to slip off his crotch when he started to get closer to Gavvar. It was the least expected occurrence that the Dragoon had expected to find during his travel to the Ridorana Cataract, but he wasn’t going to refuse any offers being made to him. “Aye… it has been a while to be frank. Someone else to help fight monsters. Help with the long haul of questing. And on occasion make you feel less lonely when working by yourself…” There wasn’t much else said when he found himself being straddled by the blue Bangaa as he trailed off into silence, their eyes doing the rest of the talking by this point. “No need to finish that thought. Rare enough someone understands my tastes enough to enjoy this moment. Phraos can wait a bit longer Gavvar…” After a long time of wishful thinking I finally found myself getting a commission with Thrakos himself alongside my own Bangaa character. I might have never considered making my own Bangaa to use until I saw his artwork years ago. It seemed so long ago since then, and now thanks to the courtesy and talent of Bad Coyote it had become possible! He did a solid job drawing out the scenery and the two Bangaas going at it like rabbits! Wind Tide © Wind Tide Thrakos © Thrakos Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

    © Bad Coyote

  8. WindTide

    Thrills of the Deep (Slyphin and Wind)

    From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    In the ocean depths one cannot let down their guard for a moment... for there is no safeguard against the terrors of the seas. Swim too deep and even the glimmering light soon fades into the murky darkness. All the more susceptible a swimmer becomes the victim of the cunning predator. For Wind Tide it wasn't much of a fight to begin with, no matter how hard he trashed against his captor. What was a brief struggle soon became an improvised coupling, within the heat of the moment. All the lemony fish could stand to do was grunt while taken by the other shark, before the mutual climax was shared in that moment. For now the lifeguard escapes with his life... or perhaps he will venture the ocean depths for the thrill once more. A shark week themed commission meant for 2016, but that was unfortunately ages ago. Needless to say, I am glad to have gotten a partner to team up with me, Slyphin Drakil. Not only did his character Ronin join my shark in a thrilling piece, but he also colored the lines in when all was said and done. Of course we cannot count out the main artist who contributed the most to this piece: Bad Coyote! After all he drew both Sly and I as some awesome fucking sharks, leaving the art to speak for itself. I cannot thank him enough for the way both artists managed to make this stand out. Wind Tide © Wind Tide Ronin © Slyphin Drakil Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

    © Bad Coyote

  9. WindTide

    仮面ライダー ー ワスプ (Vaughn)

    From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    This was a fun raffle prize that I won off from participating in the charity event that was hosted by Bad Coyote and Lobosan who head lined the effort to support the victims of the Orlando shooting. He had made it a great time for everyone to get together and reflect upon the needs of the others who needed our help, even offering raffle slots for those who had given a donation for the cause. I was honestly not expecting to get a slot, but when I made the challenge for BC to draw my wasp, he ended up doing this totally rad picture. I know it was a joke many times before that Vaughn looks like a Kamen Rider superhero, but damn if Vaughn doesn't look smexy with that scarf giving him a heroic aura around him! Too bad he would rather swing a bug net than a sword! Vaughn Woods © Wind Tide Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

    © Bad Coyote

  10. From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    Bad Coyote had been showing me a few of his armor based commissions and offered me a chance to get a spot for myself, which I consider a good sign of our most recent business relationship between artist and commissioner. The armor piece is certainly a great investment that I have purchased, for the 'yote had (based on comments I have received) added elements that are both familiar to the Final Fantasy series and elements which are reminiscent of Dark Souls. Since my zodiac sign was in the range for Pisces, BC had elected to use the symbolism for the scion, Mateus, in the crest that shows up on the upper portion of his chest piece. He had definitely made a draconic stylized armor set that Gavvar has access to, with more intricacies that the first one that was crafted for the Bangaa. Gavvar is certainly ready to take on any foe now that tries to cross him, less they face the sharp end of his pole arm! Dragoon Armor Set © Wind Tide Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

    © Bad Coyote

  11. WindTide

    Spring Break in Sydney (Izel)

    From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    After passing a busy spot at the nude beach, the crab was hoping to take a small break from his job routine by getting a bit of peace and quiet (after all, a naked chubby croc surfing was the most distracting sight that he needed to get away from). Surely there was a place in Sydney that he could chill out naked and get a bit of sun with a good book at hand... he just needed to find it. It was a rather long trek through the sand and the landscape, but the good news was that the coconut crab didn't have to worry when at last he found a quiet spot. "Here we are!" Izel would get out the sunning chair out to sit on, more than ready to kick back and catch some rays on his colorful exoskeleton. The pincers propped his back up while his two hands crossed over his head, the lower pair holding onto a book that he had decided to bring with him. As embarrassing as it were, "50 Shades of Red" was a guilty pleasure to read, and for the time Spring Break was around, the crab reasoned he could have one day for himself. Sunny skies, a terrific view, and of course a relaxed atmosphere, Izel was ready to relax. Spring Break had come by, and who else was going to be the centerpiece other than my shark? Izel of course! A rad picture done by the talented Bad Coyote. I am sorry to say that Izel is the only holder for the book "50 Shades of Red" but you can imagine what the crab is reading ... just use your imagination ;D Izel Yaotl © Wind Tide Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

    © Bad Coyote

  12. WindTide

    Sky-High Jump (Gavvar)

    From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    Soldiers were trained to become familiar with the terrain and the battle field that surrounded themselves, making known what was unknown and adding the newfound knowledge to their experience. As a dragoon, there was more emphasis in aerial combat that gave him a distinct advantage, being able to swoop down on unsuspecting enemies to deliver a blow. Gavvar had never quite grew out of his perturbation when it came to heights, but he had done a good job in masking his fears with his resolve in battle. It took many years of training to gain confidence in his skills, even if at the time he had his doubts that he could get used to the feeling. Many seasons later the Bangaa still held a healthy amount of apprehension when it came to practicing his jumps. There were many things that could go wrong that could inevitably cripple him, doomed to live out his days handicapped. But regardless of the worries, it prepared his concentration as he stretched himself, before letting his feet off to steady his jump, and unleash a powerful burst of momentum to have him sky rocket into the air. The emptiness in his chest as he began to descend was the worst part, but the exhilaration that came soon afterward drew out a warrior cry from Gavvar. Soon afterwards he had landed with success, split a huge bolder right down the middle as his spear struck the target with a clean blow. Magnifique! It is a piece commissioned from the artist :linkbadcoyote: who drew out my Dragoon warrior in the middle of a high jump in the sky! He had taken the armor design that was inspired from "Undaunted Spear", completing what is most likely the entire armor set as seen from the front. Of course Gavvar is using a simpler spear, but it doesn't make the piece any less impressive as BC has shown! Gavvar Faas © Wind Tide Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

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  13. From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    While St. Patrick's Day was more a holiday which had more significance in Ireland than in the land of the Scotsman, that did nothing to curtail the business plans that Seumas had prepared for the holiday. Even better was that it was a Friday when this year's St. Patrick's Day occurred, the ram fully prepared with getting his stock of drinks prepared and a full staff working on today's shift with no hiccups (after all, hiccups were reserved for his drunk patrons!). The sheep had been very busy attending to his customers as he ensured that the drinks kept being poured with every mug he could get out. It was a busy day indeed, and it only got more hectic towards the evening when everyone would be getting off work for the day. His staff were constantly passing through the kitchen doors to maintain the well oiled mechanization of food service preparation, ensuring that today's operations did not come to a grinding halt in a matter of moments. Still, for today's festivities there was no dearth of merriment and good will with his boisterous customers cheering and shouting that filled the pub. Seumas was not going to be a stick in the mud the entire evening that he was on his work duty (plus he was the boss, so he had more leniency in his actions), so he took his time to get with his fellow men that he seen come to his pub at regular intervals. He had been holding himself back from drinking too much on his shift, but there was no doubt the ram would at the very least become tipsy after his work day. Of course, it happened that a dashing canine came by "The Sheep's Tale" to enjoy the holiday festivities, and no less than with a kilt on to boot! He already managed to grab a glass in his hands and begun to guzzle down the ale, before getting another pour from the tap and making his way around the tables. Seumas had not spotted the fellow until the moment he saw the bloke come his way towards him, the sheep sitting by himself mostly to keep an eye on the other patrons. "Mind if I take a seat with you? You look like you can use some company!" Before the pub master could even answer, the wolf went ahead and claimed a stool to sit on, getting a spot across the man on the small table where they could exchange eye contact. "Not at all! I was taking a break from being the host of the party. I think I might have had a bit too much to drink already." His vision indeed had become less focused and more blurry given that Seumas had nothing to eat to mitigate the alcohol getting into his system, though he could make out the details of the man sitting across from him. Too much to drink? Is there such a thing?" A twinkle in the wolf's eye had caused the ovine to smile, the mischievousness showing through in the half-hearted banter. "I am Doc by the way. I think the owner of the pub has made some pretty strong ale... I think I am woozy here myself." Now it was the sheep's turn to smirk as his chest puffed up, before saying to Doc "You can thank me for that lad. Seumas Mackintosh, the pub landlord of this establishment... at your service." Clinking their glasses together, he had a good laugh out of impulsiveness which was accompanied with a jovial howl, the two men unable to maintain an air of seriousness. "At my service you say... well now that you mention it, I think I feel my third leg starting to rise up as well speak. Can't hide it too well with my kilt and all." The tongue of the other man had stuck out as he seemed to make a daring tease, but perhaps the wolf had parted his legs with a purpose in his body language. No doubt the sheep had been curious to see what Doc had been talking about, but the shaft indeed seem to rest between his thighs in a rather vulgar display due to arousal. "Ha! And I suppose that I am the man to help you out then?" Seumas had felt his own shaft began to push forward against his legs and rest on his lap, perhaps not thinking with reservation and more on his sudden affliction with attraction towards the stranger. "It just so happens that this Scotsman knows a thing or two in handling another man's bagpipes." Getting up from his chair he stood a fair bit taller than the wolf, not doing anything to hide the erection that seemed to fill out his kilt more than it should. "I have a few rooms we can escape to away from prying eyes. I wouldn't want to let this opportunity slide away." After my birthday it was the St. Patrick's Stream theme for Bad Coyote, and rather than to get a separate piece another person in the stream vouched to join in on a joint commission to celebrate the good times! Bunrakuken had offered to pitch in to get a two character piece, and I think it turned out really swell with the inks. Seumas sure had a lovely evening on that night, and I believe Doc did too! Wind Tide © Wind Tide Doc © Bunrakuken Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

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  14. WindTide

    Distant Memories (Gāo)

    From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    There was a time where Gāo Rèn recalled the hazy details of the past, finding himself on a plateau within the mountains of China. He was the only one training up so high in isolation, his mind solely focused on performing his routine with every step he took. No distractions, no worries, nothing but the empty mind that he filled with determination as he moved gracefully while changing palms. Every stance that he stepped into flowed naturally like running water, revitalizing his body and spirit with the internal energies manipulated. The constant change that worked inside the shishi's body translated as progress, for the martial artist worked with the changes without resistance. Such was the beauty and peace of mind that the man found in his personal training, with no burdens or troubles to plague his thoughts. Yes... it felt like centuries ago since Gāo Rèn could even remember what it felt to train in tranquility. An original piece done by Bad Coyote, marking the second piece I have hired from him to complete in this instance. He captured the stoic nature of Gāo's training that it establishes a serious tone that I want to develop with my Shishi. All these commissions will at some point lead to an full understanding of Gāo Rèn's story, but suffice to say it will be a mystery for the kind of life that the man has lead. [Maybe colored at some point in the future] Gāo Rèn © Wind Tide Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

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  15. WindTide

    Carnevil - Dunk Tank (Corvus and Wind)

    From the album: Wind Tide's Collection

    "Come all folks! Gather round! The Carnevil has arrived for all your adult entertainment needs! No one under the age of 18 is allowed on these premises, and clothing is optional! Get your tickets of admission and have fun during your stay!" That's at least what the carnie was shouting out to the audience, apparently dressed in a horror themed costume with the fake sanguine clothes and the less than convincing severed body parts adorned on their body. It didn't matter too much for the shark and the bull, seeing as the two were mostly there to have fun at the carnival. The nature of the premises had some rather grotesque exhibits and attractions, but getting passed the theme, plenty of classic fall games were available to participate. Bobbing for apples, a swing at the high striker, and even some new ones such as Pumpkin Smash... though the two could have sworn they hear groans in some of the various tents. Needless to say it was almost surreal to think that an adult themed carnival was allowed in the first place, but the two were having fun nevertheless as they roamed the premises. One attraction caught the shark's eyes when he noticed the dunk tank that was unmanned, where apparently anyone was allowed to take a seat if they wished to get dunked. Wind had the brilliant idea to participate as he began to strip out of his clothes and hop onto the seat, taunting his friend as he called out "Yo Corvus! Try and hit the bull's eye. I bet you couldn't aim even if you wanted to!" Needless to say, the bull grabbed a ball from the vendor as he wind up his arm for the perfect pitch, letting the ball whistle through the air. CLANG ... soon followed with a SPLASH! My first commission from :linkbadcoyote: and my first gift to :linkcorvuspointer: turned out pretty well I thought. I had a good feeling that I would continue to do business with an exceptional artist! I am sure Wind will certainly feel better after getting cooled off in the dunk tank... Wind Tide © Wind Tide Corvus Pointer © Corvus Pointer Art © Bad Coyote Find Bad Coyote's other works in these following websites!  Bad Coyote's Twitter

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