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Made Grizzly - Another Blue Pearly
A week of nights in the woods ended on the hills of a small city, one so inviting they didn’t even bother to learn the name or scope locals before running into the nearest hotel.

Jacks raced for the nearest bar, desperate to get the metallic taste of canteen water out of her mouth. Gestal wanting to come with her was no surprise, but her lack of thirst was. True, she followed Jacks everywhere, but surely she wouldn’t come to a bar just to sit around and listen to a third-rate bluegrass trio.

“I offer to buy myself a drink out of the goodness of my heart, and you won’t even join me?”

Gestal turned away, “Sorry…I’ll pay you back…”

Jacks gave her a slap on the back, “Jeez, Gestal, I’m kiddin’! Lighten up!” She laughed and sipped at her beer, expecting the bear to perk up, only to keep her head down and her hood drawn over her eyes like always.

They hadn’t known each other long, but had been through enough towns both urban and rural for Jacks to notice how each affected Gestal; her soft-spoken tone coming to a whisper in crowds, her face always obscured by her hood, her complete avoidance of anything unrelated to moving to the next town. If not sleeping or cooking for the night, all she would do was stare into her watch.

It honestly bored Jacks. She had plenty of incentive to leave behind her exciting life of thievery to tag along with Gestal (i.e. remaining fed and funded long enough to make it home), but the cons were beginning to outweigh the pros. Jacks part of the deal consisted mostly of protecting her, yet she felt less like a bodyguard and more like a babysitter. After all, Gestal was a beastperson with enough fangs and claws to handle anyone that threatened her, yet when the chips were down, she wanted to run away.

Being a natural showoff, Jacks had no qualms about doing the dirty work. Being seen as some legendary nomad who sliced up anyone that approached the ursine was something she daydreamed about often, but Gestal’s apathy always brought her back, and whenever Jacks tried to get her to open up, the bear would just ignore her.

On the brink of death by boredom, Jacks hatched a plan the night prior. Already she had encountered the first hurdle, but she was not one to give up, “You’re really not gonna get anything?” she asked, receiving a simple shake of the head for an answer, “You one of those teetotalers?”

“N-no, it’s just…every time I try to drink, something bad happens.”

“Well then, good thing I’m here to protect ya!” said Jacks, wrapping an arm around her, “C'mon. I’ll buy.”

Gestal tensed up, but scanned the menu regardless, “Well…I have always wanted to try a Blue Pearly…”

“Atta girl!” Jacks whistled for the bartender.

It took Gestal several minutes to progress from staring at her drink to putting the bottle to her lips, even longer to actually take a sip. Jacks fought a laugh when Gestal cringed at the taste.

“That…it’s vile!”

“Well yeah. No one drinks Blue Pearly for the taste.” said Jacks, knocking back the rest of her own drink, “F'you don’t want it, I’ll take it.”

“N-no, you bought it, so I’ll finish it…” said Gestal, licking her lips in nervous anticipation.

Jackpot.

The night progressed eventfully. By the time Gestal had polished off the bottle, she was requesting another, and another, and another, each time growing louder and more cheerful. On the third bottle, her hood fell without her noticing. On the sixth, she was draped around the shoulders of the drunkard on the other end of the bar, trying to get him laugh at the worst bear puns Jacks had heard in her life. On the tenth, Gestal was trying to crawl onstage to perform with the local color.

It was then Jacks decided she’d had enough, and shouldered the bear through the walk upstairs to their room. Gestal continued to slur her way through bad jokes and half-baked philosophies, all of which Jacks was thankfully able to tune out while she adjusted herself.

“Alright, Gestal. You go ahead and sleep this off.” she said as she turned to leave, only to suddenly be held back.

“Wha…where are you going?”

Jacks tugged her arm away, “Gonna go check out the nightlife. I looked up this place on the map. Said it had a great theater.”

Gestal grabbed her wrist again, “But we’ve already got a radio in here.” she mumbled, looking up at Jacks with the biggest eyes she could muster.

Again, Jacks pulled free, “Nothing on but news this late. You just go to sleep. I’ll be back in a–OOF!” she was suddenly yanked onto the bed, trapped in Gestal’s embrace.

“Please don’t go…” the bear whimpered, burying herself in Jack’s shoulder and holding on with all her might, “I don’t wanna be alone…”

Outmatched in strength, Jacks quickly realized she wasn’t going anywhere.

Jacks wracked her brain all night. Gestal was an anomaly. She had the strength of ten people but won their fight through trickery. She could have left Jacks out in the snow to die, but she drug her inside by the fire and gave her the first meal she’d had in days. She shied away from strangers but hung on to Jacks’ every word when they were alone. What made this bear tic? A good question, but not one that would be answered tonight. Jacks shut her eyes and went to sleep.

When she awoke, she found herself free from Gestal’s grip, only to spot her at the edge of the bed, staring out the window. The rustling of the sheets alerted her, but she did not face Jacks, “…do you hate me, Jacks?”

“What…?”

“It’s okay if you do…I understand…”

“Gestal…” no answer came to her, only more questions than the night prior. A glance at the clock revealed they’d slept past schedule. Attempting to make it to the next town now would just result in another night sleeping in the dirt, “…I think I’m too hungover to travel today. You?”

“……my head hurts.”

Jacks chuckled and gave her a pat on the back, “Ah, no biggie. I’ll go grab us a big greasy breakfast and clear that right up.” she said, grabbing her hat and heading for the door.

“Jacks…”

“Yeah?”

“…thank you for the drink. You’re a good friend.”

Jacks stopped short. It was an innocuous phrase but one she didn’t expect to sound so genuine. Jacks knew as well as anyone thieves earned no sympathy, nor did they deserve any, yet for all she had done since meeting Gestal, buying her a drink was enough to win her over?

A million questions came, but she didn’t want to think about them. For now, she was content to stay inside and listen to the radio.

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Huge huge thanks to  foolgirl for this lovely piece. 
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Made Grizzly - Thomas G. Altaire
The lives of beastpeople have improved over the last century, but many still loathe their fate.

Thomas G. Altaire, son to the mayor and lead councilor of the town of Marose, was twelve the day he was turned into a beastperson (by a vengeful parent upset he beat their child in a local fencing tournament no less). Before then he had been quite social; rubbing elbows with other children of politicians, attending every function he could, and generally helping his parents' "family focused" appearance.

Things went south after his transformation, however.. Marose didn't have a large population of beastpeople, and opted to keep it that way. He was abandoned by his friends and made the subject of spiteful gossip in his local community. He didn't want to believe it, but his community was full of good people. They had to have good reason to turn on him after his transformation, right? 

He had heard most known criminals were beastpeople, living empty lives in seedy pubs and dark alleys, mugging anyone they could. Not wanting to shame his family by turning into a criminal, Thomas swore to live the rest of his life at home.

For years he wallowed in self-loathing, living down in his family's basement with only books and radio to occupy his time. Every so often his father would drag him out to attend a public conference and build public relations between humans and beastpeople. The image of a close-knit family was still present, but at home, Thomas was often ignored.

But, as the years went on, he began to question things. If beastpeople were monsters, who would allow them to write the books he read? Or star in the radio shows he listened to? With the invention of film and television, he only saw more and more, some of them even treated like the average human!

At twenty years old, he finally reached acceptance. He was no longer human, but neither his family nor his peers knew what he really was. The only way to learn how to truly live life like this was to go out and experience the lives of others. In the dead of night, he left his home, ready to travel the land in search of others like him, in hopes of learning what it meant to be a beasterson.

The doubt and fear remained in his mind however. He held onto as much of his humanity as he could. He dressed in the classiest clothes he could afford. He spoke politely and eloquently. He even fashioned a wig to appear more human. He didn't know how to be a beastperson, but that was no reason to be anything less than a model citizen.

One night, selling newspapers on a street corner, he meets a young woman saying her companion could use a friend she can relate to, aka, another beastperson. Seeing this as his chance to learn more about himself, he takes her up on the offer. It's sure to be a rocky start, as Gestal does not seem to appreciate his ignorance, nor his assumptions about how she lives. 

But he's learning.



Huge thanks to   foolgirl for the wonderful art!

(And if you couldn't tell, he's named after Thomas Bangalter. He's the best.)
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Made Grizzly - Gestal and Jacks

Gestal’s victory against the thief could not have been anything but dumb luck. The thief had been so haughty and assured of her own victory as Gestal reached into her cloak to give her the map she sought after, only to realize too-late that the bear had pulled out a bottle of poison and smashed it against her, knocking her out cold.

The thief awakes inside a cave, safe from the raging blizzard outside. Her would-be victim sits by the fire, stirring a pot of stew. The thief is so hungry, she does not question why Gestal decided to rescue her when she’s given a bowl.

The two exchange words; learning that they are both on their way out of Eiswald. Gestal’s reason being the search for her missing father.

The thief, introducing herself as Jacks, had come to Eiswald on personal business, but lost her map through the impossible-to-navigate woods, and had been lost for days. Her attack on Gestal was one of desperation.

Gestal wants to make a deal. It’s clear she is no fighter, and has little experience in the outside world. She agrees to help Jacks get home and keep her fed in exchange for helping her find Ozwald along the way.

Jacks is reluctant. The two will obviously not see eye to eye, but the bear had bested her once, and she was in no mood to fight again for the time being.

She agrees. The blizzard dies down, and the two begin their journey anew.

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Huge huge HUUUGE thanks to artbyjoko for this piece. Please go check them out and consider getting a comission! The results speak for themselves!

Full Resolution on my tumblr thebearstartsrockin.tumblr.c..…
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Made Grizzly - Lunch Break
Gestal's stew is unbearable to anyone but a bear, so packed full of tough, cheap meat and spinach leaves, Jacks could spend an hour picking her teeth and not be finished.

Being a beastperson, Gestal needs more food than the average human, thus at least providing Jacks the luxury of stuffing herself full any time a new batch is made, but all the extra ingredients cost a pretty penny, and lugging around a giant kettle is only slowing them down.

"I'll toss it in the river when she's not looking. See if we can't get this crap pressed into jerky or somethin'." Jacks thinks every time they stop to cook. Even she would not be so cruel as to actually do such a thing, but it won't stop her from daydreaming.



A pic of the pair after they get out of the frozen towns surrounding Eiswald and get some more summery clothes. Art by  foolgirl
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Made Grizzly: Gestal and Ozwald
Jessie Alexandria, daughter to the legendary knight, Roa, was of a lively mind in her youth. Against her mother's wishes, she delved deep into the art of magic. No matter how much she was scolded, she strove to become a mage in her own right. But her desires gave way to tragedy when she lit a fire that took her home and the life of her younger brother. Overcome with grief and anger at her daughter's refusal to listen, Roa had the girl cursed and cast out of the kingdom.

The effects of the curse spread quickly. Every hour she became less human. By the time three days had passed, she had become a beast. Cursed people like her weren't uncommon, but she was still a child, blind to the ways of the world, as both human and monster. With no one to help her adapt, it was clear she would soon meet her death.

In a fit of desperation, she cast herself into a pond to catch a fish, only to be overwhelmed by the deepness of the water. She thrashed and wailed with all her might, what little of it remained. Just as she was about to go under, she was pulled out and brought ashore.

Her panic subsided when she felt herself gently wrapped in her savior's cloak. As she wiped the water from her eyes, a ghastly mask looked down to greet her, "It's harder than it looks, I know. I could teach you an easier way."

The masked man introduced himself as Ozwald Purpura, and though he would not reveal more than his name, he exuded a warmth far beyond his wicked appearance would suggest. Without another word, he carried her back to his camp.

The girl was treated to foods from lands across the sea, books in languages she could not read, and pictures of almost unimaginable landscapes that bore them both. The camp was strange, and the man who owned it even more so; he never removed his mask, even to eat, he would constantly crack macabre jokes, and he would mix vials of strange liquids, all of which he claimed to be poisons, only to immediately drink them himself. 

She had every reason to fear this man, but she did not. He was a kind soul masquerading as something darker. When he asked her name, she hesitated in response, only letting out a meek, "Jes....." The man could sense the unease within her. If she was to have a new life, she would need a new name.

He christened her "Gestal". She gladly accepted it.

The years passed eventfully.

Ozwald passed down everything in his knowledge to Gestal; survivalism, poison crafting, how to use a firearm, before he knew it, Gestal was grown and ready to face the world on her own. As much as it hurt to leave the man she'd come to know as her father, she knew it was for the best. Ozwald knew he had nothing to worry about, but promised to watch over her always, even if from the shadows.

But for all Gestal had learned under Ozwald's care, the world was not kind to her. The advancement of technology had quickly outpaced that of magic. Beastpeople like her were seen as the corrupted remnants of an age gone by and treated as such. Fearing the cruel world without Ozwald, Gestal decided she needed more time, settling down in the attic of a shopkeeper who only mildy despised her.

Ozwald kept his promise. While he never appeared to her, every week he would leave her supplies on her windowsill. Gestal was thankful for his generosity, but felt as if she were letting him down for staying in one place.

Several more months went by before Ozwald's gifts stopped appearing. Gestal knew the man's intentions were always to prepare her to face the world alone, but it wasn't like him to disappear without saying anything. Perhaps this was it; her final test. She no longer feared what would come her way. All that mattered now was finding Ozwald, even if it had to be on her own.

Armed with only her cloak and her poisons, she heads for the frozen city of Eiswald...

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I used to be really into writing. While I gave it up forever ago, I still have tons of ideas that never really develop beyond the initial ideas, leading me to forget about them after a week or so. But this? I haven't been able to stop thinking about it for a good month now and I'm drumming up new ideas for it every day. It honestly makes me want to get back into writing, and seeing two of the characters visualized only makes me want to write it all the more.

(Made Grizzly is a bit of a working title)

HUUUUGE thanks to   foolgirl for this gorgeous art.
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For the most part, I've been using this site just to browse. I gave up drawing years ago when I realized I only did it cause I was bored at school.

But now I'm bored at work! And my mind is flooded with ideas that I can't afford to have other people draw, so I might as well get back into drawing it myself. Apologizes in advance for the mini-dump, but I've been thinking about the idea non stop for the past few days.

HELLIONS centers around day-to-day lives of some junior demons attending college to learn how to go to Earth and be a general nuisance. This likely won't be an actual webcomic or anything (though if my art improves, I definitely want to try it), more just a series of character sheets and random doodles of the demons' various shenanigans.

I'll probably get around to uploading some other unrelated doodles I've been doing as well. Ah, it's good to be back!
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Still no clue what you're talking about. If it's anything like over three years ago I'm probably not gonna remember.
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Hello there random deviant. :) (Smile) *clicked the random deviant button* Just want to spread the love. :) (Smile)

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