The next illustration in my line of scientist cats! This one was fun. Not the least because I got to draw Galapagos tortoises.
P.S. Darwin Cat is a British Shorthair breed. It just seemed to fit him.
P.S. Darwin Cat is a British Shorthair breed. It just seemed to fit him.
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“Ah, I cannot wait to sleep in an inn instead of on the ground,” Wai Ren said.
The four travellers stood on a hill overlooking a village nestled deep in the woods, only two weeks away from the Imperial City. Smoke rose out of holes in rooftops, and reinforced tunnels dug into the nearby hills suggested mining activity here.
“This village must be prosperous,” the Kougra continued, rubbing his paws together eagerly in the sunset. “When I become emperor, I must remember to look into their trading activities to make sure most of their bounty is being directed to the capital.”
Min snorted in disgust. “Listen to yourself,” she said. “Is the capital all you think about?”
“The Kingdom of Shenkuu is great and glorious,” Wai Ren said. “The purpose of its subjects is to serve the state.”
The Aisha put a paw on her hip. “Sounds like
something some emperor made up as an excuse to be selfish. Have you ever asked
the subjects of Shenkuu what they think about that philosophy? Oh, wait. You’re
talking to one right now.”
Oh, and don't worry, this won't be the last you see of this particular iteration of DJ Mary. :)
Wai Ren was obviously not supposed to be anywhere but the fortress, but thankfully the relic Kougra’s own colouring provided a convenient solution. He created an animated clay replica of himself and ordered it to pretend to be ill. With this effigy of himself huddled under several blankets, by the time the servants discovered the real Wai Ren was gone, he would be too far away.
Having done that, the general hid his ornate armour under a travelling cloak and donned a wide bamboo hat, and then he and his three companions stole away to a side gate to watch the wagons leave for Saro Village.
“You couldn’t have just changed armour?” Ganzorig asked as they leaned against the cool earthen walls.
“This armour is expertly made and enchanted with several protective spells,” Wai Ren said. “I would not exchange it for a lesser set. I am sure Miss Min understands well what the value of proper armour is to one who wields a blade.”
Min flinched, fidgeting with the strap that kept
her pudao fastened to her back. “S-sure.”