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The crested lizard let out a sigh, punctuated by a neutered honk, as she leaned against the wall, watching the rebuild effort going on. This wasn’t anything too new. Rebuild times always occurred whenever a large scale trudged through the small district and caused some damage. However, during these rebuilding periods, large scales, including ones who possessed a permit or any other special waver, were not allowed to enter the district, as the mere shaking from footsteps would cause newly constructed structures to fail and ultimately lengthen the process.
This usually wasn’t much of an issue, as usually the damage would be limited to a few dented buildings, foot-shaped potholes in the street, and multiple flattened cars that needed to be removed, and typically the damage was only to but a few blocks. Nothing a few tow trucks, cement trucks, and one or two cranes couldn’t fix, and the repair time wouldn’t last long before large scales were allowed back in.
… but not this time.
The damage from Bayusha’s recent romping spanned across an entire quadrant of the city, with entire rows of buildings tilted or even partially collapsed, streets so mangled that it looked like someone rode down them on a giant jackhammer, burst hydrants, compacted cars, the list went on, and there was nowhere Pomeline could look without seeing over half a dozen tower cranes. Plus, the constant beeping of construction machines filled the whole area with an irritating cacophony. As one could tell, it would be a SPELL before reconstruction was complete, and until then, Pomeline couldn’t set foot in there.
It felt like torment to her. The small district was one of her favorite places to be. She loved observing the small scales scurrying about, and loved even more to get as close to them as she could and have some fun with them. Of course, she didn’t have a permit, but this never physically stopped her. She never really liked the idea of needing a permit just to interact with the small scales anyway. She would rather just go up to them. The permit system was one thing she fundamentally didn’t like about this issue.
And for the same reasons, she didn’t like this wall upon which she leaned.
In fact, she HATED this wall. This stupid, massive, blank, featureless wall, constructed from giant bricks (well, giant to the small scales anyway, while to Pomeline they were just a conglomeration of rectangular pebbles), as high as a skyscraper to the small scales, but as high as a fence to Pomeline, was meant to be a marker between the large and small areas, signifying where the large scales were not supposed to go in most cases.
Of course, Pomeline was big enough that this wall meant nothing to her, as she could easily just either climb over it, or walk right through it, the latter being the easier (and more fun) option. She got a kick out of reminding the small ones that she could ignore this barrier whenever she wanted and they couldn’t stop her, and in fact, technically nothing could stop her from bursting through it right now if she wanted. She knew this…
… but for her fun-loving, adventurous self, even SHE had enough restraint not to barge through while the small scales were rebuilding.
Still though, she was both in a state of boredom from not being able to go into her favorite spot…
… and in a state of worry, which was uncharacteristic for her in particular.
She couldn’t stop thinking about Bayusha and Constantine’s ordeal. The two had gone to spend time recovering, and while she understood, she still missed them. However, there was another thing plaguing her mind related to this, and it had been upsetting her ever since she learned of the kidnappers’ motive.
“Hey, honks,” said a voice.
“Hm…?” Pomeline looked over to see Stefka strolling up to her, sipping a drink (though in actuality, it was a water tower with a large pipe lodged in the top of the tank, serving as a straw). “Oh, hey Steppy…” Pomeline greeted, though with less enthusiasm than usual.
Stefka leaned casually against the wall, causing cracks to web out on it, and took another sip from her drink as she looked across the way at the construction. “They’re still at it, huh?”
“Mhm…” Pomeline replied.
Stefka chuckled. “Well, that’s gonna take a while, but they’ll rebuild. They always do… somehow… I guess it’s easy when you’re so small that you don’t need to use as much resources!”
“Yeah… “ Pomeline replied.
“Still though…” Stefka continued, snorting. “Sucks that I can’t do any ad placement for now.” She looked out at the massive area that had been trampled. As she herself loved to break stuff and enjoyed being allowed to market herself through such means, she couldn’t help but be a little impressed. “Not bad, Bay,” she remarked, “though maybe you didn’t need to be so… thorough.” She chuckled again.
Pomeline's response, though, only amounted to a simple snort that only barely managed a half-hearted honk, enough for the spiky lizard to finally read the room. “Oh… that’s not the honker I know…” Stefka said, her tone dropping. “What’s on your mind…?”
The Para grunted, trying to find her words. “Hey Steppy…” she began. “… Is this my fault?”
Stefka was confused. “Why would it be your fault?”
Pomeline plucked up courage. “… Those guys who kidnapped Conny… Apparently they were mad because of my stroll through here with him before, and… they took their anger out on HIM, and… I dunno… I… I just wanted to show Conny a good time… have some fun, you know? I just… aaauugh…” She exhaled, causing a honk that sounded like a combination of a trombone and a deflating balloon.
Stefka was surprised. She couldn’t remember the last time Pomeline looked so defeated, but she replied firmly. “Pom, don’t,” she said. “It’s not your fault. Attacking Conny was THEIR decision… and mistake.”
“I guess…” Pomeline sighed. “But just… maybe he wouldn’t have gotten attacked if I hadn’t-”
“Stop that…” Stefka interrupted. Pomeline DID stop, taken aback. Stefka sighed and continued. “Look. Don’t start thinking like that. You’re not being fair to yourself. I mean, you said it. You and Conny were just hanging out, right? It’s not like you knew this was gonna happen.”
Pomeline huffed, thinking about this.
“Besides,” Stefka continued. “Did Conny himself blame you?”
“Well… no,” Pomeline answered.
“Good, then show yourself some mercy, girl,” Stefka advised, taking another sip.
Pomeline continued to think. Stefka was indeed right that she didn’t really MAKE them choose to attack Constantine. She still struggled trying to avoid thinking it wouldn’t have been happened if she simply hadn’t decided to take the Compy for a walk, but the more she thought about it, the more she began to realize that indeed there was no way she would’ve anticipated a disgruntled group attacking Constantine because of something she did.
… Then another thought reached her mind. “… I know some of the smallies don’t like us… but how much? You don’t suppose someone might try to get Conny again do you?”
“Heh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” Stefka said with a chuckle. “Especially now that they know what happens when they attack our friends…” Her face went stern though, as she couldn’t dismiss the possible unwritten bounty on Constantine. “Of course, if anyone DOES try that again, we do what Bay did…” She paused, snorting aggressively. “No joke, I’d run over the city too if it meant protecting the little biter…” She crushed her now empty water tower like a soda can for emphasis.
“Well of course…” Pomeline nodded, looking just as stern, this being a point she could agree on without question.
Stefka chuckled again. “But really though, I’m sure MOST of them don’t hate us enough to attack a relevant insurance agent in a desperate attempt to screw us, or anything stupid like that.”
“Maybe not…” Pomeline sighed, “… Still enough to put this stupid wall between us and them though…”
“Oh come on,” said Stefka. “It’s not personal, I don’t think. That’s just a safety measure…” She glanced at the cracks formed from them merely leaning against it. “… Not a good one though… But don’t worry, girl. Like I said, most of them aren’t like that… And hey, once they have the city up and running again, you and I will be able to bust through this wall and go say hi whenever we want, just like we always do!”
Pomeline finally cracked a little smile. “I do like the sound of that.”
Poor Pomeline. She has to wait until the city is finished rebuilding before she can go in there, and thinks what happened with Constantine was her fault. Good thing Stefka is there to cheer her up.
I also realize I haven't drawn Stefka in over a year. Still practicing muscles a bit, but I feel like this is the best I've done so far at showing how beefy her arms are.
Enjoy!
Pomeline and Stefka ©
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Check out my Bluesky!
This usually wasn’t much of an issue, as usually the damage would be limited to a few dented buildings, foot-shaped potholes in the street, and multiple flattened cars that needed to be removed, and typically the damage was only to but a few blocks. Nothing a few tow trucks, cement trucks, and one or two cranes couldn’t fix, and the repair time wouldn’t last long before large scales were allowed back in.
… but not this time.
The damage from Bayusha’s recent romping spanned across an entire quadrant of the city, with entire rows of buildings tilted or even partially collapsed, streets so mangled that it looked like someone rode down them on a giant jackhammer, burst hydrants, compacted cars, the list went on, and there was nowhere Pomeline could look without seeing over half a dozen tower cranes. Plus, the constant beeping of construction machines filled the whole area with an irritating cacophony. As one could tell, it would be a SPELL before reconstruction was complete, and until then, Pomeline couldn’t set foot in there.
It felt like torment to her. The small district was one of her favorite places to be. She loved observing the small scales scurrying about, and loved even more to get as close to them as she could and have some fun with them. Of course, she didn’t have a permit, but this never physically stopped her. She never really liked the idea of needing a permit just to interact with the small scales anyway. She would rather just go up to them. The permit system was one thing she fundamentally didn’t like about this issue.
And for the same reasons, she didn’t like this wall upon which she leaned.
In fact, she HATED this wall. This stupid, massive, blank, featureless wall, constructed from giant bricks (well, giant to the small scales anyway, while to Pomeline they were just a conglomeration of rectangular pebbles), as high as a skyscraper to the small scales, but as high as a fence to Pomeline, was meant to be a marker between the large and small areas, signifying where the large scales were not supposed to go in most cases.
Of course, Pomeline was big enough that this wall meant nothing to her, as she could easily just either climb over it, or walk right through it, the latter being the easier (and more fun) option. She got a kick out of reminding the small ones that she could ignore this barrier whenever she wanted and they couldn’t stop her, and in fact, technically nothing could stop her from bursting through it right now if she wanted. She knew this…
… but for her fun-loving, adventurous self, even SHE had enough restraint not to barge through while the small scales were rebuilding.
Still though, she was both in a state of boredom from not being able to go into her favorite spot…
… and in a state of worry, which was uncharacteristic for her in particular.
She couldn’t stop thinking about Bayusha and Constantine’s ordeal. The two had gone to spend time recovering, and while she understood, she still missed them. However, there was another thing plaguing her mind related to this, and it had been upsetting her ever since she learned of the kidnappers’ motive.
“Hey, honks,” said a voice.
“Hm…?” Pomeline looked over to see Stefka strolling up to her, sipping a drink (though in actuality, it was a water tower with a large pipe lodged in the top of the tank, serving as a straw). “Oh, hey Steppy…” Pomeline greeted, though with less enthusiasm than usual.
Stefka leaned casually against the wall, causing cracks to web out on it, and took another sip from her drink as she looked across the way at the construction. “They’re still at it, huh?”
“Mhm…” Pomeline replied.
Stefka chuckled. “Well, that’s gonna take a while, but they’ll rebuild. They always do… somehow… I guess it’s easy when you’re so small that you don’t need to use as much resources!”
“Yeah… “ Pomeline replied.
“Still though…” Stefka continued, snorting. “Sucks that I can’t do any ad placement for now.” She looked out at the massive area that had been trampled. As she herself loved to break stuff and enjoyed being allowed to market herself through such means, she couldn’t help but be a little impressed. “Not bad, Bay,” she remarked, “though maybe you didn’t need to be so… thorough.” She chuckled again.
Pomeline's response, though, only amounted to a simple snort that only barely managed a half-hearted honk, enough for the spiky lizard to finally read the room. “Oh… that’s not the honker I know…” Stefka said, her tone dropping. “What’s on your mind…?”
The Para grunted, trying to find her words. “Hey Steppy…” she began. “… Is this my fault?”
Stefka was confused. “Why would it be your fault?”
Pomeline plucked up courage. “… Those guys who kidnapped Conny… Apparently they were mad because of my stroll through here with him before, and… they took their anger out on HIM, and… I dunno… I… I just wanted to show Conny a good time… have some fun, you know? I just… aaauugh…” She exhaled, causing a honk that sounded like a combination of a trombone and a deflating balloon.
Stefka was surprised. She couldn’t remember the last time Pomeline looked so defeated, but she replied firmly. “Pom, don’t,” she said. “It’s not your fault. Attacking Conny was THEIR decision… and mistake.”
“I guess…” Pomeline sighed. “But just… maybe he wouldn’t have gotten attacked if I hadn’t-”
“Stop that…” Stefka interrupted. Pomeline DID stop, taken aback. Stefka sighed and continued. “Look. Don’t start thinking like that. You’re not being fair to yourself. I mean, you said it. You and Conny were just hanging out, right? It’s not like you knew this was gonna happen.”
Pomeline huffed, thinking about this.
“Besides,” Stefka continued. “Did Conny himself blame you?”
“Well… no,” Pomeline answered.
“Good, then show yourself some mercy, girl,” Stefka advised, taking another sip.
Pomeline continued to think. Stefka was indeed right that she didn’t really MAKE them choose to attack Constantine. She still struggled trying to avoid thinking it wouldn’t have been happened if she simply hadn’t decided to take the Compy for a walk, but the more she thought about it, the more she began to realize that indeed there was no way she would’ve anticipated a disgruntled group attacking Constantine because of something she did.
… Then another thought reached her mind. “… I know some of the smallies don’t like us… but how much? You don’t suppose someone might try to get Conny again do you?”
“Heh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” Stefka said with a chuckle. “Especially now that they know what happens when they attack our friends…” Her face went stern though, as she couldn’t dismiss the possible unwritten bounty on Constantine. “Of course, if anyone DOES try that again, we do what Bay did…” She paused, snorting aggressively. “No joke, I’d run over the city too if it meant protecting the little biter…” She crushed her now empty water tower like a soda can for emphasis.
“Well of course…” Pomeline nodded, looking just as stern, this being a point she could agree on without question.
Stefka chuckled again. “But really though, I’m sure MOST of them don’t hate us enough to attack a relevant insurance agent in a desperate attempt to screw us, or anything stupid like that.”
“Maybe not…” Pomeline sighed, “… Still enough to put this stupid wall between us and them though…”
“Oh come on,” said Stefka. “It’s not personal, I don’t think. That’s just a safety measure…” She glanced at the cracks formed from them merely leaning against it. “… Not a good one though… But don’t worry, girl. Like I said, most of them aren’t like that… And hey, once they have the city up and running again, you and I will be able to bust through this wall and go say hi whenever we want, just like we always do!”
Pomeline finally cracked a little smile. “I do like the sound of that.”
Poor Pomeline. She has to wait until the city is finished rebuilding before she can go in there, and thinks what happened with Constantine was her fault. Good thing Stefka is there to cheer her up.
I also realize I haven't drawn Stefka in over a year. Still practicing muscles a bit, but I feel like this is the best I've done so far at showing how beefy her arms are.
Enjoy!
Pomeline and Stefka ©
blazekoopaCheck out my Bluesky!
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Dinosaur
Size 2188 x 1684px
File Size 3.12 MB
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