#ritosona

 “ALLLLLL RIGHT, S.M.A.S.H.ERS! Who’s ready for another INCREDIBLE KNOCK-DOWN DRAG-OUT FIGHT?!”

Rudioso’s audience bellowed with approval. A number of them were raising gobs of various new foodstuffs with their cheers: stuffed pumpkin, pumpkin pies, pumpkin chili, fricassed pumpkin skewers, and more than a few fermenting tankards filled with something that looked suspiciously orange in color. Still more were brandishing new plushies: many bore at least a passing resemblance to common bokoblin; many more still had crudely-stuffed orange bobs shoved over their heads. By the looks of it, at least a few enterprising hucksters were making a killing off of their hastily-improvised merchandising.

“Don’t you KNOW it, folks - and I can guarantee you that this next fight’s going to be a DOOZY!”

With a flick of the wrist, Rudioso produced a pair of mallets from his robes, then swept low over the kettle drum over the Arena’s dais, covering a considerable portion of it with his massive, well-sculpted wings. Making as much a visual display as the actual sound, he bounced them low, producing a low, continuous drumroll that kept the audience’s attention downstage. 

In the three rows immediately above him, meanwhile, a flock of rito assembled, wearing color-coordinated outfits of brown, green, red, and brown again. They cheered, grabbing each other’s shoulders with their wings; thus enjoined, the three rows created a formation resembling an enormous, stylized submarine sandwich.

“Coming back to the S.M.A.S.H. stage with one of the arena’s ONLY perfect win-loss ratios on record…you’ve seen them fight! You’ve seen them fly! You’ve even seen one of their Sheikah victims eat CROW! Motivated by talent, flighty footwork, and the kind of raw hunger reserved usually for our Din-Class contenders, this one-armed wonder is ready to bring some HURT on the competition! Please put your hands together for the one, the ONLY – BIYINIAO!” @samjokjak

Not to be outdone, a group of zora flooded into the ritos’ section, not so much forcing them out so much as cramming the space above Rudioso with a throng of scales and feathers. Several of them had painted a crude set of shark teeth just below their pectorals, and they danced madly in the aisles, forming an anarchic throng of undulating fins, wings, and claws, with absolutely no sense of unified dance, motion, or even basic rhythm.

“But can they RETAIN that impossible record?! For facing them now is one baaaaad boy of the Bayou - the Shark who Put the Twili to Bed, the Volican Volcano, the Bane of Sitting Implements Everywhere! This fighting fish is no joke - You’ve seen him take a lightning bolt to the tail, and he still keeps coming, he STILL keeps swiping! Look out for his teeth, Biyiniao: you may be hungry for hoagies, but this is one fish stick who's out for some birdy barbeque! Ladies and gentlemen, won’t you give a Shattered Mast welcome back to the one, the only, THRASHIN’ THRESHHHHHH?!” @chaotic-zora

“Get ready to see some scales and feathers fly, for this is one battle that’s going to keep you at the edge of your seat - in three…two…ONE…”

dongggggggggg

“LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Fan Art - Ritosona

I’m super obsessed with the Rito in BotW/TotK so I wanted to make my own Rito character XD She’s a socially awkward travelling artist who wants to get hold of a Shiekah Slate of her own and figure out how to make her drawings move. She has trouble keeping her glasses on while flying and prefers to travel light.