So, you all know this picture, right? http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5916838/
Well, I finally found the artist to color it! And that artist is IvyBeth. And honestly, I think that she did a wonderful job on it. Especially the bow! And... well... Me. :D

Inking/Coloring © ivybeth
Sketch © crux
Kaji © Me

~~ And Zev made this story to go with it! ~~

“Why exactly would we agree to this arrangement, Mr...”

“Kaji.” the winged wolf replied. “Kaji Aldewolf. And you want me to help because I’m going to prove that your cannons can’t match up to the fire power of my bow.” Said bow rested across the draolf’s back, slung up tight between the two draconic wings that furled and flapped with the light breeze of the summer afternoon. Kaji held a single arrow in his paw that he twirled as he spoke. “Besides, Admiral, we both know that with the kinds of defenses countries build these days, bullets don’t have the same power as a well fired arrow.”

“And just what is that supposed to mean, Mr. Aldewolf? That the naval forces are lacking and weak? We’ve protected this country for years without a successful invasion from opposing fleets. So just why should I believe you when you say that our guns are inferior to your primitive weapon?” The Admiral crosses his arms under his flabby chest, his body turning away, the rolls of fat on his middle jiggling behind.

Kaji tried not to laugh. He could smirk without the naval officer seeing, however. “Cannon balls might have solid impact, but you can’t get the same sort of piercing with a ball as you can with a properly fired arrow. Look at this tip.” Kaji held the pointed end up, just in front of his muzzle. The metal glinted in the sun. “Sharp. Precise. They used these to deal with heavy armored infantry. They should work just was well now.”

The Admiral grumbled. “I’ll take you up on your offer, just to prove you wrong. The finest ships on the globe. Cannons that can hit targets a mile away with pinpoint accuracy. And you think some dweeb clinging to the past can be more effective than that? Absurd, simply and totally absurd.”

“I’ll make you a deal, Admiral.” Kaji’s tail couldn’t be restrained. It wagged behind him, a metronome keeping pace to the enthusiasm of his voice. “If you are proven right, I’ll donate one million dollars to the navy. But if I win, you’ve got to man all your ships with archers.” Kaji flicked the steel tip of the arrow, a satisfying thunk vibrating in the still air. “How does that sound to you?”

“Like a free one million dollars. You’ve got yourself a deal.” The naval officer turned around and offered his hand to the smiling draolf. They shook paws, Kaji’s tail never ceasing its movement. “I’m glad to see you won’t mind handing over a small fortune to your country. We could use more enthusiastic donations like the one you’re going to give us. Meet me on the bridge of the Dutchess.”

“Oh don’t worry, Admiral.” Kaji’s grin showed his fangs. “I’ll meet you out on the water. See you... oh, let’s go with 40 miles out from shore? That should be far enough.” The mutt walked off, whistling a jaunty tune as he faked a march over the pier towards his car. The Admiral grumbled while fidgeting with the badges on his coat.

“This is completely unfair!” The Admiral cried, his hat crushed under his feet. “I demand that you come back down here and take the challenge as we agreed upon.”

Kaji laughed, his booming voice causing waves to ripple away from his two-toned black and grey body, the ship rocking over the suddenly turbulent water. Clad only in a pair of tight green trunks that highlighted every curve they attempted to cover, his toned but not bulky frame stood out in the ocean waters like a lighthouse beacon. In the brightness of the day, it was impossible to miss the draolf colossus standing in the water, calmly holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other. His shorts remained remarkably dry.

‘Now Admiral,” Kaji began, waving the arrow back and forth at the vessel with the crow’s nest that didn’t even reach up to the draolf’s chest. “I never said anything about doing this at the same size as you. I just said that I could fire an arrow farther than your ships could shoot a cannon.”

“It was implied,” came the voice of the infuriated officer through a megaphone. Most of the crew hid behind crates or inside the metal boat, the Admiral the lone man on deck.

“Implied doesn’t mean I stated it,” Kaji responded with a smirk. “So come on, I’ll even be nice. You can take the first shot. In fact, go ahead and take a whole volley even. Use up all the ammo you have, and we’ll use the shot that lands that farthest away from your ship as the one that I have to beat with my single arrow.”

The naval officer growled as he threw the megaphone down to the floor of the ship. “We’re going to show him what the naval forces are made of. All hands, load and fire. I don’t want to see a single cannon not firing off rounds until there’s nothing left on this vessel. Use the crates, or each other, I don’t care. Just make sure you put that mangy cheater in his place.” The crew scrambled to follow their orders under the watchful gaze of superior officer and competitor.

Gunpowder exploded. Metal spheres flew threw the air, landing a good two miles away from the ship before plunking into the water. On average, the volleys fell short of that mark, though one piece of wood managed to survive the blast and ended up going just beyond the two and a quarter mile mark. The sailors expended everything they could, even digging into the ship’s rations of rum to make the explosion more powerful. It didn’t help, and caused the air to smell of burnt alcohol.

“While you’re at that, why don’t I just get ready?” Kaji turned his attention forward, the smile on his face vanishing. He knocked the arrow into the drawstring, the tip pointed towards the water. With narrowed eyes, he pulled the bow up and the string back. The muscles in his arm bulged and flexed, his chest adjusting to the strain easily. This was his sport. Kaji held the pose, his tail ruffled by the sea breeze.

The twang of the bow sang in the air as the arrow flew past the horizon, out of sight of the Admiral’s gaze.