Mountain Men (Patreon)

apdsosdsdf finally finished

will post this with dialogue sometime later this week, rn i'm editing my third draft with all the finesse of a caveman banging two rocks together uhhh in the meantime have a (super rough) sneak peek?

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“You don’t get it, do you, pretty boy?” Pharynx sneered, “The only thing that can keep a changeling alive is-”

“Love. Yes, I’m aware, general.” Blueblood said boredly, “I’m also aware that changelings possess a rather thin exoskeleton, and lack the proper circulatory system to survive long in the cold. Surely even your insect brain can understand this- it’s the soup, or nothing.”

“Well.” Pharynx’s mouth abruptly split into a smile, all sharp fangs and wicked mandibles. “I could always drain you, couldn’t I? I bet nobody in Canterlot’d complain if their precious ‘grand duke’ never turned back up.” He paused, savoring his partner’s cold glare. “Think about it, Blueballs. It’s been weeks since those bandits ambushed our caravan. Ain’t it funny we haven’t seen hide or hair of a search party since then?” Pharynx chuckled. “Can’t imagine they’re missin’ you too bad back hom-mmph!”

Blueblood had seized the opportunity to shove his spoon into the Pharynx's open mouth. “As I said, it’s soup or nothing, general.” He said firmly, levitating another spoonful, “Now shall you eat like a reasonable member of society, or shall I have to feed you like a foal?”

Pharynx gaped at him, eyes wide with fury and indignance. For a moment he bristled, perhaps considering violent retribution- then seemed to think better of it. He slumped down in a sulk, face flushing green. “....I can feed myself just fine, jackass.”

“Good lad.”

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ALSO here have a version before i obliterated the base colors with lighting and shading