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My first image for the The-Desecrated Plot 001 event!

In this scene, Clock makes her first contribution to the war between the Warheads and the Infected by attacking Ryker, who had recently attacked her friend, Dust.

This pose was extremely hard to muster, and I've put extra detail into this (Trying to improve my style/the way I draw). Hope you all like it! <3

Taken from the TD group RP--

Clockwork | Infected mare
What is this? Do something! Don’t just stand there! Unleash it… The voice in her head cooed as she stepped back from the vast brawl before her. It continued to speak- nasty, cynical things that it knew would roil the infected mare up. Soon enough, she couldn't hold back and she stopped fighting the demon inside her. Her pupils dissolved into a fluorescent white and she curled her lips, baring blood stained fangs. With a hefty push off her thin hind legs, she surged in a midst the fighting horses. Dodging swiftly between bodies and hooves, she made her way around unfamiliar faces, looking for anywhere she was needed. Suddenly she caught sight of Dust, whom was currently being pursued by two Warheads; Ryker and Botulinum H.
How dare they! Don’t you dare sit back and watch, go on, go on, go on…
“Shut the hell up I’m going!” She yelled, pinning her ears and starting toward Dust.
Once there, she didn't hesitate to sink her fangs into Ryker’s neck, pouncing on her like a cat would it’s prey. She let out a menacing squeal before shaking her head, trying to rip the flesh from it’s bone. Her eyes were narrow and her legs were flailing, kicking with every ounce of strength she had. She may not have been the best built horse, considering her frame was thin and bone-ridden. But she was an infected, and that made up for the body fat she lacked. Her senses were clear and her predatory instincts were incredibly strong, driving her to kill and eat whomever she could find. In this case, the horse who dared lay a hoof on her only friend, the only one she cared an ounce for. She knew Dust could most likely handle himself, but perhaps not up against two Warheads. Even if his pride was taken, he would at least be alive. //

Ryker | Scout:
He moaned at the feeling of his neck being tore into. Curse him and his love for pain. Easily he brought his dagger up and struck the mare in the neck. He wanted no piece of her. Who cares that she was a mare right? Well, he did and he would only hurt her if he really had to and well he really wanted Dust. Yeah sure, he wasn’t invincible, but he had a few tactics that was the number one reason he was such a good scout. “Oi! Dusty come ‘ere give me a kiss!” he taunted puckering his lips. He grabbed a stink bomb and threw it at him before racing up to a tree. It was big and thick, easily enough for him to hide behind as he gathered himself. There he waited for any sign of an attacker. While he did that he also wrapped up his wounds. //

Credits:
Art, Clock (c) Me (jodifarrow22 )

Ryker (c) Baylili00

Botulinum (Mentioned) (c) Number072

Dust (Mentioned) (c) Sasha-Arctic

Description
My first image for the The-Desecrated Plot 001 event!

In this scene, Clock makes her first contribution to the war between the Warheads and the Infected by attacking Ryker, who had recently attacked her friend, Dust.

This pose was extremely hard to muster, and I've put extra detail into this (Trying to improve my style/the way I draw). Hope you all like it! <3

Taken from the TD group RP--

Clockwork | Infected mare
What is this? Do something! Don’t just stand there! Unleash it… The voice in her head cooed as she stepped back from the vast brawl before her. It continued to speak- nasty, cynical things that it knew would roil the infected mare up. Soon enough, she couldn't hold back and she stopped fighting the demon inside her. Her pupils dissolved into a fluorescent white and she curled her lips, baring blood stained fangs. With a hefty push off her thin hind legs, she surged in a midst the fighting horses. Dodging swiftly between bodies and hooves, she made her way around unfamiliar faces, looking for anywhere she was needed. Suddenly she caught sight of Dust, whom was currently being pursued by two Warheads; Ryker and Botulinum H.
How dare they! Don’t you dare sit back and watch, go on, go on, go on…
“Shut the hell up I’m going!” She yelled, pinning her ears and starting toward Dust.
Once there, she didn't hesitate to sink her fangs into Ryker’s neck, pouncing on her like a cat would it’s prey. She let out a menacing squeal before shaking her head, trying to rip the flesh from it’s bone. Her eyes were narrow and her legs were flailing, kicking with every ounce of strength she had. She may not have been the best built horse, considering her frame was thin and bone-ridden. But she was an infected, and that made up for the body fat she lacked. Her senses were clear and her predatory instincts were incredibly strong, driving her to kill and eat whomever she could find. In this case, the horse who dared lay a hoof on her only friend, the only one she cared an ounce for. She knew Dust could most likely handle himself, but perhaps not up against two Warheads. Even if his pride was taken, he would at least be alive. //

Ryker | Scout:
He moaned at the feeling of his neck being tore into. Curse him and his love for pain. Easily he brought his dagger up and struck the mare in the neck. He wanted no piece of her. Who cares that she was a mare right? Well, he did and he would only hurt her if he really had to and well he really wanted Dust. Yeah sure, he wasn’t invincible, but he had a few tactics that was the number one reason he was such a good scout. “Oi! Dusty come ‘ere give me a kiss!” he taunted puckering his lips. He grabbed a stink bomb and threw it at him before racing up to a tree. It was big and thick, easily enough for him to hide behind as he gathered himself. There he waited for any sign of an attacker. While he did that he also wrapped up his wounds. //

Credits:
Art, Clock (c) Me (jodifarrow22 )

Ryker (c) Baylili00

Botulinum (Mentioned) (c) Number072

Dust (Mentioned) (c) Sasha-Arctic