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Sam tugged on the front of her uniform jacket for what must have been the hundredth time. She felt naked without her armor, and ridiculously overdressed in her legion blues. It didn't help that she kept being distracted by the slash of purple from the sash, after so long used to the blue, which blended in with the armored fabric of the uniform almost invisibly. She'd picked her first waist sash from the Emerald Legion, the one which had accompanied her down to Praft, nearly stolen a half dozen times.
She fought the urge to pick at its trim. "Madam Fischer?"
She stood and followed the manservant into the royal chambers and tried to not look like she was rubbernecking. The entire place was built with an opulence borne only from centuries of craftsmanship and care; rich, but saved from ostentatiousness by the thick layer of well-worn age across it all.
The prince himself was an Ambassador; a blend of dozens of local species, a mutt-like mix which should by all rights result in a hideous chimera of a creature but somehow... worked. She felt the familiar pull of kin, despite the lack of scales, frills too aquatic-looking, tail too thin. Hell, he even had the wrong number of EYES... But the relaxed, easy smile instantly won her over, as intended. He was One of Them, a fellow Dragon... And any other major species in his family's holdings would feel the same.
She couldn't help but return the smile softly as she snapped a salute. "High Commander Samantha Fischer, reporting as ordered."
"Madam Fischer... Sam?" The smile broadened as Sam nodded to the use of her familiar name. "Welcome to my royal guard..."
Linework is WMDiscovery93
Colors and Sam are mine
She fought the urge to pick at its trim. "Madam Fischer?"
She stood and followed the manservant into the royal chambers and tried to not look like she was rubbernecking. The entire place was built with an opulence borne only from centuries of craftsmanship and care; rich, but saved from ostentatiousness by the thick layer of well-worn age across it all.
The prince himself was an Ambassador; a blend of dozens of local species, a mutt-like mix which should by all rights result in a hideous chimera of a creature but somehow... worked. She felt the familiar pull of kin, despite the lack of scales, frills too aquatic-looking, tail too thin. Hell, he even had the wrong number of EYES... But the relaxed, easy smile instantly won her over, as intended. He was One of Them, a fellow Dragon... And any other major species in his family's holdings would feel the same.
She couldn't help but return the smile softly as she snapped a salute. "High Commander Samantha Fischer, reporting as ordered."
"Madam Fischer... Sam?" The smile broadened as Sam nodded to the use of her familiar name. "Welcome to my royal guard..."
Linework is WMDiscovery93
Colors and Sam are mine
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Western Dragon
Size 1006 x 1280px
File Size 158.5 kB
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