[ note : I will publish the drawings like this for a better quality tbh.
HE WAS VERY FUN TO DRAW! I adapted a design a bit like Slip and Amanda, a thicc body on his legs and hips and a feminine touch. The design of his clothes is more similar to that of his father in SF Zero. ]
#[ My art ] #[ Pilotofstorm] #[ moddeerling ] #/// thannk you so much for the message!
“Aw, c’mon kid, it ain’t that bad.” He tries, pulling a genuine smile across his muzzle, eye locked upon the amphibian as he rests his head. “--Alright, yeah. Ya walked in to a hornet’s nest, Skip. That symbol--that fox on your badge--it represents somethin’ to generations of people. People get attached to these things and when they feel their impression of that thing has been betrayed, ya get a ton of ire.”
“It’s a weird phenomenon, kid. Didja know I used’ta fly under Corneria’s flag? I became a turncoat, I defected. I lost a lot because of my actions -- people I genuinely cared about. Haunted me for a long, long time. I let their impression of who I am twist me into self-loathing. Ya cannot allow that, don’t let the public have that kind of control over ya.”
“You’re Star Fox, after all. Don’t let yourself forget it.”
Sir. Accustomed to a more audacious Skippy Toad, the word sounds absolutely foreign coming from the amphibian’s voice. Single eye beholds the shorter man, scanning him for any signs of this being some kind of prank. He can see it in his eyes, however, the genuine confusion and concern that reflects from the younger. This wasn’t a game of some kind -- Skippy really was lost.
Ear offers an idle flick in response to the uncertain stutter that emits from the amphibian; his voice pulling Wolf out of his own mind. “Yeah, I’m the Lord of Sargasso, Wolf O’Donnell. You--uh, ya know that.”