I would be remiss if I did not include the story, written by the artist, here as well. The rest of the five-page series is awaiting moderation:
"It all seemed so ordinary, walking from the muggy warehouse district of the base. I could already hear the telltale sounds of Sergeant Douglas giving his squadron a pep talk or in his words, “Don't bullshit your men about the odds, they usually always suck. Its just my job to get them to tell those odds to fuck right off!” Judging by the aria of rather masculine cries of determination, the officer had worked his men into a frenzy. Oh how fun this day would be...
Rounding the corner, the first set of eyes quickly found their way up to a lumbering azure scaled frame. Not the most typical sight a soldier would see by the barracks but what do I know, I'm not actually military. Needless to say, those cries for victory greatly diminished only to be replaced with looks of worry, confusion, and small parts of curiosity. It is no surprise that a vast difference in scale is extraordinary intimidating which my predatory part of my mind drank in.
“And that, my boys is the bitch in blue we'll be squaring off against today, our resident Class 1 Augmented. Though most tend to call this overgrown lizard Bad Dragon, I mean Sapphire, obviously.” Douglas grinned ear to ear while gesturing over to myself.
The sergeant's quipping quickly brought the groups confidence back, and being the competitive one I was, it was a welcomed sight. Offering the group a toothy grin, a few found the expression...hard to swallow. With rows of sharp and jagged pearly whites, I often wonder why I don't get a smile back! Then again, it could be the fact they're pretty sharp and can rip armored vehicles apart, but I'll let you be the judge.
Squatting down to hear Douglas fully brief the group on the upcoming simulation, the squadron was engulfed in shadow, my shadow. I wouldn't be completely honest if it wasn't partially to intimidate the diminutive marines but I'll never tell! Shaking his head, the sergeant continued his briefing until a sudden and brief flash of light caught everyone's attention, mine most of all.
Dropping my gaze further, a soldier with a goofy grin on his face was looking at a screen, a certain pair of azure nether lips in the middle of the frame. Now, was I mad? Not really. Was I going to give him a scare? Most definitely...
Douglas was already spouting obscenities at the recruit, a Private by the name of Timmy I would later find out. “God damn it Private! Just because you're a Private doesn't mean you can take candid pictures of her god damned cooche! Delete that... oh shit...” That was all the my friend was able to say before I leaned down and plucked up the small soldier.
Slowly, as if to add a dramatic effect to the whole situation, I lifted the Private to eye level and ran my tongue along my muzzle. I really should have stopped there but where would the fun be in that?"
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