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Rule 63 Project - Seque Decar by Jailbird.
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The dull smack of foot meeting punching bag tore through the near-empty gym. The sounds of shuffling followed as the Husky repositioned herself, attacking from the opposite side, grunting and panting as she tore into the black leather with a flurry of punches, the meaty blows dulling out the arrival of her trainer, an athletic Giraffe.
"Sheesh... you know it's kinda cruel to wail on those things so much, Seque. They don't fight back." He teased, settling the tray of coffee cups down upon a nearby bench. Beckoning the Husky over, throwing a towel around her neck, the Giraffe began to knead and depress the Canine's back, rubbing his fingers up and down the burning muscles of her arms, relaxing them after the work out. Catching the sideways glance to the coffee tray, he grinned.
"Blue Mountain coffee, I figure you could use a treat." The trainer chuckled, watching the Husky's eyes light up.
Seque brought the take-away cup to her lips, feeling the smooth, hot coffee pour down her throat. Caffeinated and sweet, the Husky sighed, leaning backwards into the Giraffe's arms, staring at the training bag.
"Thank you for the coffee Tony. You were right, I did need that pick-me-up." She said, her body relaxing at last, eyes closing for but a moment, the only time she was able to let her guard down.
The notion of the lone wolf was a cliché'd one, but it had been something her team had been able to use and build upon. Seque could be hyped up as such, as a lonely warrior built to wreck anything that dared step in front of her.
The hype machine worked and within a year Seque found herself competing for her first title in the main event. The show wouldn't begin for another seven hours and her match another two following that. Yet there was no time to relax just yet. Another big push in the gym would put the Husky in the best shape of her life and give her the best shot at claiming the title she wanted.
"Jules was speaking at a press conference while I was waiting to pick up the coffee." Tony said, dabbing the back of the Husky's head, down to her neck with the towel, her ears twitching at the news.
"Oh? Did she have anything interesting to say?" Seque asked, feeling a hot prickling bubble behind her cheeks just thinking about it.
"Nothing we haven't heard before. All talk as per usual. The fact that she held a public meeting like this ought to tell you that she hasn't done the prep time. Instead of running her mouth, plumping up her own ego, she should be here in the gym, putting the work in before her title defence. She's thinking that she has already lost the fight. I'm looking forward to watching you prove that later on." Tony smiled, proud of himself for making the Husky laugh, one of the few people possible to do such a rare thing.
"Oh hey that's not fair... you know Jules has always had a big mouth, she can't resist letting it run from time to time. I'm sure I'll find one way of shutting that gob." The Husky grinned eagerly, staring at the print out of Jules' face that had been stuck to the training bag. It was a simple method of warming the Canine up to the idea of throwing blows in the champ's direction. There would be no second guessing herself once that bell rung.
Seque felt her trainer poke her in the stomach, standing up, causing her to slide out onto her feet.
"Enough goofing off you lazy ass, forty minutes of cardio and then we can get some lunch. After that... well you can feel free to fantasize about lifting that title over your head later on tonight..." Tony winked, shrinking into a darkened corner of the gym, watching silently, allowing the Husky to train to her own routine.
The crowd were already screaming for blood by the time the Husky made her entrance. Being the challenger, she arrived first, the roar all around the arena little more than dull background noise that was shut out from the moment Seque stepped into the octagon-shaped cage. She was in a different place already, the other Seque didn't exist and wouldn't be allowed to exist for a maximum of five rounds.
The Canine paced back and forth as her opponent trudged slowly forlorn to the ring surrounded by a team that were in her ear, telling her she still had what it took to retain her championship. Seque thought - KNEW - otherwise.
The introductions were made soon after, Jules knack for the flair of showmanship meant she climbed to the top of the cage, slapping her stomach, roaring back to the crowd.
Seque remained rooted to the spot, chin lowered, glaring at her opponent. Recently the crowds had begun to howl as her name was announced, the Husky would have smiled had she not been utterly determined to knock the female standing opposite of her.
The referee went through the motions, bringing the two together for a moment, going over the rules of which they knew by heart. Backing the two away, the ring bell rang out.
Round One
Putting up a small guard, Seque walked slowly to meet her opponent, raising her fist, bumping it with Jules in a display of sportsmanship. The instant the two fists were apart, Jules brought her fingers across the Husky's face, slapping her. The Husky barely moved as she shoved her foot deep into Jules' gut, sending the champion spiralling backwards.
Seque didn't see Jules any more, all she saw was a moving punching bag.
The champion barely avoided a knock out on several occasions, the fighting spirit that had won her the title in the first place keeping Jules in the fight, allowing her to survive into the second round.
Round Two
Changing up her tactics for the second round, Seque baited several mistakes out of the champion, ducking and weaving, guarding and parrying away any attacks that sought her out, watching for an opening. A lapse in Jules' concentration provided a weakness as the champion spun her body, aiming to shoot a roundhouse kick towards the Husky's body.
Eyes flashing, Seque dashed forwards unexpectedly, ducking under the kick, Seque caught the leg mid-blow, roaring as she dumped Jules backwards over her own head with a sickening crunch.
Floating over the winded, gasping champion, Seque locked in a front facing ankle-lock, applying pressure on the joint. Seconds later Seque stood, her name being blared through the arena, the crowd howling once more.
The referee stood between the females, one solemn, stoic and dignified, the other shaking her head, bowed and defeated. Seque was announced to have won the contest at two minutes, thirty seconds of the second round by submission. The Husky's arm was raised above her head while a title... HER title was placed around her waist.
Seque gave the glorious silver thing a slap as she howled, arm still raised to the skies in victory.
Continuing right on with my project is my supposed "main" character Seque Decar, though there's really not enough art of this particular Husky. I think that'll have to change.
Once again I attempted to ground the accompanying story as best I could. While the regular version of Seque battles all kinds of nastiness in a semi sci-fi setting, his female counterpart exists without such worries and again I found it to be great fun to write for a normal person. It's a lovely change of pace being able to focus on the characters themselves rather than setting up a sci-fi heavy scenario and world to plop these characters in.
So yes, instead of an interstellar assassin, this Seque is a prominent fighter in a female mixed-martial-arts company. I felt that this career was a nice way of linking both Husky's together as they are through and through fighters. Subtly linking the versions of these characters is something I'm going to attempt as it allows for a lot of fun, creative writing. I'm a big fan of references and call outs.
Boy I sure can go on and on about myself.
Thank you as always to JB for this lovely image. Always a pleasure working with such a talent.
Enjoy!
Artwork ©
Seque Decar ©
The dull smack of foot meeting punching bag tore through the near-empty gym. The sounds of shuffling followed as the Husky repositioned herself, attacking from the opposite side, grunting and panting as she tore into the black leather with a flurry of punches, the meaty blows dulling out the arrival of her trainer, an athletic Giraffe.
"Sheesh... you know it's kinda cruel to wail on those things so much, Seque. They don't fight back." He teased, settling the tray of coffee cups down upon a nearby bench. Beckoning the Husky over, throwing a towel around her neck, the Giraffe began to knead and depress the Canine's back, rubbing his fingers up and down the burning muscles of her arms, relaxing them after the work out. Catching the sideways glance to the coffee tray, he grinned.
"Blue Mountain coffee, I figure you could use a treat." The trainer chuckled, watching the Husky's eyes light up.
Seque brought the take-away cup to her lips, feeling the smooth, hot coffee pour down her throat. Caffeinated and sweet, the Husky sighed, leaning backwards into the Giraffe's arms, staring at the training bag.
"Thank you for the coffee Tony. You were right, I did need that pick-me-up." She said, her body relaxing at last, eyes closing for but a moment, the only time she was able to let her guard down.
The notion of the lone wolf was a cliché'd one, but it had been something her team had been able to use and build upon. Seque could be hyped up as such, as a lonely warrior built to wreck anything that dared step in front of her.
The hype machine worked and within a year Seque found herself competing for her first title in the main event. The show wouldn't begin for another seven hours and her match another two following that. Yet there was no time to relax just yet. Another big push in the gym would put the Husky in the best shape of her life and give her the best shot at claiming the title she wanted.
"Jules was speaking at a press conference while I was waiting to pick up the coffee." Tony said, dabbing the back of the Husky's head, down to her neck with the towel, her ears twitching at the news.
"Oh? Did she have anything interesting to say?" Seque asked, feeling a hot prickling bubble behind her cheeks just thinking about it.
"Nothing we haven't heard before. All talk as per usual. The fact that she held a public meeting like this ought to tell you that she hasn't done the prep time. Instead of running her mouth, plumping up her own ego, she should be here in the gym, putting the work in before her title defence. She's thinking that she has already lost the fight. I'm looking forward to watching you prove that later on." Tony smiled, proud of himself for making the Husky laugh, one of the few people possible to do such a rare thing.
"Oh hey that's not fair... you know Jules has always had a big mouth, she can't resist letting it run from time to time. I'm sure I'll find one way of shutting that gob." The Husky grinned eagerly, staring at the print out of Jules' face that had been stuck to the training bag. It was a simple method of warming the Canine up to the idea of throwing blows in the champ's direction. There would be no second guessing herself once that bell rung.
Seque felt her trainer poke her in the stomach, standing up, causing her to slide out onto her feet.
"Enough goofing off you lazy ass, forty minutes of cardio and then we can get some lunch. After that... well you can feel free to fantasize about lifting that title over your head later on tonight..." Tony winked, shrinking into a darkened corner of the gym, watching silently, allowing the Husky to train to her own routine.
The crowd were already screaming for blood by the time the Husky made her entrance. Being the challenger, she arrived first, the roar all around the arena little more than dull background noise that was shut out from the moment Seque stepped into the octagon-shaped cage. She was in a different place already, the other Seque didn't exist and wouldn't be allowed to exist for a maximum of five rounds.
The Canine paced back and forth as her opponent trudged slowly forlorn to the ring surrounded by a team that were in her ear, telling her she still had what it took to retain her championship. Seque thought - KNEW - otherwise.
The introductions were made soon after, Jules knack for the flair of showmanship meant she climbed to the top of the cage, slapping her stomach, roaring back to the crowd.
Seque remained rooted to the spot, chin lowered, glaring at her opponent. Recently the crowds had begun to howl as her name was announced, the Husky would have smiled had she not been utterly determined to knock the female standing opposite of her.
The referee went through the motions, bringing the two together for a moment, going over the rules of which they knew by heart. Backing the two away, the ring bell rang out.
Round One
Putting up a small guard, Seque walked slowly to meet her opponent, raising her fist, bumping it with Jules in a display of sportsmanship. The instant the two fists were apart, Jules brought her fingers across the Husky's face, slapping her. The Husky barely moved as she shoved her foot deep into Jules' gut, sending the champion spiralling backwards.
Seque didn't see Jules any more, all she saw was a moving punching bag.
The champion barely avoided a knock out on several occasions, the fighting spirit that had won her the title in the first place keeping Jules in the fight, allowing her to survive into the second round.
Round Two
Changing up her tactics for the second round, Seque baited several mistakes out of the champion, ducking and weaving, guarding and parrying away any attacks that sought her out, watching for an opening. A lapse in Jules' concentration provided a weakness as the champion spun her body, aiming to shoot a roundhouse kick towards the Husky's body.
Eyes flashing, Seque dashed forwards unexpectedly, ducking under the kick, Seque caught the leg mid-blow, roaring as she dumped Jules backwards over her own head with a sickening crunch.
Floating over the winded, gasping champion, Seque locked in a front facing ankle-lock, applying pressure on the joint. Seconds later Seque stood, her name being blared through the arena, the crowd howling once more.
The referee stood between the females, one solemn, stoic and dignified, the other shaking her head, bowed and defeated. Seque was announced to have won the contest at two minutes, thirty seconds of the second round by submission. The Husky's arm was raised above her head while a title... HER title was placed around her waist.
Seque gave the glorious silver thing a slap as she howled, arm still raised to the skies in victory.
Continuing right on with my project is my supposed "main" character Seque Decar, though there's really not enough art of this particular Husky. I think that'll have to change.
Once again I attempted to ground the accompanying story as best I could. While the regular version of Seque battles all kinds of nastiness in a semi sci-fi setting, his female counterpart exists without such worries and again I found it to be great fun to write for a normal person. It's a lovely change of pace being able to focus on the characters themselves rather than setting up a sci-fi heavy scenario and world to plop these characters in.
So yes, instead of an interstellar assassin, this Seque is a prominent fighter in a female mixed-martial-arts company. I felt that this career was a nice way of linking both Husky's together as they are through and through fighters. Subtly linking the versions of these characters is something I'm going to attempt as it allows for a lot of fun, creative writing. I'm a big fan of references and call outs.
Boy I sure can go on and on about myself.
Thank you as always to JB for this lovely image. Always a pleasure working with such a talent.
Enjoy!
Artwork ©
Seque Decar ©
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Husky
Size 582 x 789px
File Size 253.3 kB
Listed in Folders
Funny enough, Jim Ross will be commentating a bit fight on the next big MMA PPV. I could totally see him weaving a story about this fight! You know how I feel about the picture, and the story you've provided is as magnificent as any other you've produced! Always great to see your work and uploads, bro!
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