berkley’s ancestors

the yellow one is fast

a hideous abomination, but borne of the wind

body bent, feral, his two legs bent backwards, clawed feet gripping the terrain

his single arm unbalances his body

but his lunge is swift, the spike penetrating, unyielding

the green one was stronger

body purposeful, efficient

thighs thick and corded, energy coiled within

diving into his quarry, splitting them

the blue one waits

his silver hair runs fine, from the sides of his head to his shoulders

contemplative, he taps his clawed fingers against the palms of his hands

and waits

I would like to commission some artwork.

If you can paint these for me, I will owe you a million of whatever you want.