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I’m grateful for the extended date, however, I was hoping it was going to end tomorrow. I was in a rush to really get this submitted before the end of the week. Oh well, I got what I needed done. Sad to say, I’ll never have time to sketch more of this character due to my tight schedule. I’m always busy sleeping and working overtime. Anyway, here’s what I created! Hope it was worth it. Took me a long time to figure it out. The colouring was more difficult than I imagined.

THANK YOU FOR THE FEATURE!!!

His name is Kairoh the Buffalo

Below are his abilities!

Left = Sun     Middle = Gust    Right = Wave

Background

Kairoh is a mystical buffalo who was born under the silver canopy of an ancient forest, where time flows slow like a river and the stars whisper to the leaves. His coat is a mix of black, white and grey—the balance of dark and light, of chaos and harmony. Blessed with the rare ability to draw on the aesthetic forces of elemental magic, Kairoh wields the forces of water, wind and sunlight. Etched all over the skin of his body are glowing white sigils that tell listeners what they can do: on his left arm, a wave; on his right, a gust; across his chest, a brilliant sun.

Following the ancient teachings of the Druids, he embodies a blue sphere filled with moving power—a container of nature's elemental power from the mind of The white foliage that calls his fur home, a sign of the sacred pact he forged with the wild. Kairoh doesn't desire combat, but when the equilibrium of the world humans inhabit is at risk, the thought that one day he will materialize with the wrath of thunder and the inclination of the soil will tear the invaders to shreds. His wisdom is muted, his gaze centuries old, and his presence as unflinching as the mountains of his former back yard.

Kairoh, in his youth, wandered far and wide through the living tapestry of the world — over barren deserts clad in silence, marshes shrouded in mist, and mountains crusted in ice that time has long since forgotten. In each, he listened to the voice of the land, its rhythm and pain. The sphere he carries isn't gifted to him; it is earned, forged at great personal cost in a moment when he chose to bind himself to the will of nature, to become its protector rather than its master.

They say he once stopped a forest fire, not by putting it out, but by talking to the wind and steering it away so the flames could die in dignity. He healed rivers tainted by greed, restored trees ravaged by war and guided lost souls to safety under the protection of his leaves. Though slow to speak, he is a balm to those seeking tranquillity, and a general to those causing destruction.

Now, Kairoh extends its watch over the fractal edge of the world, austere and cloaked in grey mist and soft light. He is the hush in the whisper of wind, the quiet between drops before rain, and the warmth in the last rumple of the setting sun. His road is not one of power, but of purpose — ever tread the line between life and putrefaction, holding the line so that all may continue to flourish.

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