Pogonip is an incredible artist who does absolutely jaw dropping work. I was fortunate enough to be able to commission him to art up my maned wolf gal, Estelle!

Here she is indulging in some newfound magic with her pals...

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“This’ll wear off right?”

A toothy grin creased the maned wolf’s cheeks. Humming, she kicked a leg out before her.

“Estelle.”

The calf of her leg came to rest atop the side of a propped up paw. Toes curled, Estelle tucked her chin against her shoulder and arched her brows.

“ESTELLE.”

A pointed ear, wreathed with soft orange fur, perked to attention. “You say something, Morgan?”

Groans, faint and squeaky, escaped from the raccoon’s lips in response.

“It’ll wear off when I want it to. How’s that?” Estelle said with a smile. Swishing her hand about her wrist, wisps of ether collected within her palm.

Sighing bitterly, Morgan flopped across the base of Estelle’s tail. The white mage grunted as it gently took to wagging to and fro with her atop it. “Please stop enjoying this.”

“I ain’t making any promises I know I can’t keep,” the maned wolf laughed back. An orb of magic, pliant and soft to the touch, congealed within Estelle’s grasp. She rolled it across her fingers before impaling it atop a clawed digit.

“We already apologized!” Tevenitta bleated irritably. Arms crossed about her chest, the shrunken sheep scowled at every errant wig and wag of Estelle’s tail that whapped against the back of her horned head.

Estelle took to twirling her finger in place. Ether, leaking out from the punctured orb, coiled around her digit. “Nonpologized,” Estelle clarified with a heaping helping of sass.

The sheepish sharpshooter angrily gesticulated at the massive maned wolf. Bow in hand, Tevenitta slunk forward and cupped her chin in her palm. “So we blew your big chance to claim a Tonberry soul for your own. What about it?”

“You suck at apologies and so do I. That’s okay though!” Estelle teased. Threads of magic coiled round her black furred fingers, and forearms, as she continued to twirl. “Sorry not sorry, Tyr.”

Yelping, the fox’s baritone dwindled in depth and volume. The trailing threads of magic wrapped round Estelle’s limbs abruptly manifested upon him. “What did I even do?!”

“Besides choke?” the maned wolf snorted with eyes half lidded.

“It was coming right for me!” Tyr shrieked while he shook a fist at her.

Dragging a hand across her forehead, brushing aside a lock of hair in the process, Estelle winked at the feisty fox no bigger than her foot. “And that was… why again?”

An uncomfortable silence settled on the tiny trio. Tyr slid his padded soles back and forth along the well-worn grooves of his sandals rather than own up to the fact he was too busy flirting with a certain white mage to properly maintain an illusion. Morgan tugged up her hood rather than admit she was, in turn, too preoccupied with batting her eyes at a certain foxy illusionist to keep Estelle fully healed. Then… well fuck all if Tevenitta would ever admit her aim was anything other than perfect.

“Yeah I thought as much,” Estelle trailed off. “It wasn’t a total loss though. I mean I did get this newfound Mini spell out of it. And the lot of you were so kind to volunteer-”

“Voluntold,” Morgan, Tyr, and Tevenitta grumbled in unison.

“Seriously though you do know how to dispel this, right?” Tyr asked. “Right?”

“Eventually! …Probably.” Estelle shrugged.