*Fixed the transparency issue on the teeth :P

"See, that's the benefit of anthro form - opposable thumbs!"
"Yeah Warz - but *I* don't gotta take nothin' off before I stick it in, na'mean?"

Warszawa and her BFF Aszher, enjoying a stroll and some friendly debate. Warz is a shapeshifter and Azher isn't, but he prefers the freedom of running around naked that comes with the static territory.

I HATE it when I start working on coloring something and subsequently get aggravated by something else and lose interest, but... well, yeah. I think I coulda done a lot better on this, but my heart just wasn't in it towards the end. (And WTF is up with War's boobs. Really. I can't draw chicks to save my life.)

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AND NOW TL;DR STORY TIME!

Bit o' love for the blue guy - Aszher's a former labrat, second generation of cloned and spliced dinosauria; his mother is a terribly sickly creature who still lives at the lab, and Aszher visits her and the doctors who helped raise him regularly. There's no angst or hatred there - Az loves the docs, and they treat momma very well.

He's pretty much a freeloader and lives off his lab stipend, but does odd jobs where he can both to bring momma gifts and to keep satisfied the rather large appetite of his "room-mate" Tyrone (a Tyrannosaurus from the same string of experiments; they grew up together.) The two saurs have a habit of spending Friday nights getting drunk and/or stoned together and renovating their cave a little more each time, so you can imagine that "home" is a sight to behold.

No need for opposable thumbs - Aszher's got a handy dandy prehensile tail to make up for that, clumsy as it may be.

He met War when she was still a wee thing, and she ended up basing her raptor form off of him. Flattery via imitation? Perhaps. All it did was give Aszher a plethora of naughty ideas - after all, ain't much ass to tap out there when you're one of very few feral 'saurs running around.

And now that I've given YOU ideas, I go. :)

Warzy, Aszher, etc intellectual property of Shannon Mary