Deviation Actions
Description
Graphite, watercolor, and acrylic. This was going to be a copic marker practice, but I barely have any colors so it would have looked awful. 
I enjoy thinking of bizarre new ways to envision werewolves. This one wishes she could speak in her shifted form. 
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The Most Interesting GameLuke couldn’t banish the nagging fear from the surface of his mind. He spoke in a hushed voice, trying to sound casual, curious. “Do they bite?” he said.
Owen stopped and turned to look down over his shoulder. His eyes glowed yellow and he flashed a toothy grin. “Stop asking pup questions,” he said. “If it has a mouth, it can bite. And believe me, you don’t want to get nailed by one of these things. I know a guy, got his nose bit off. Clean off. And then his skin all rotted away around the wound. They call him Skull-Face Sam now.”
Owen lowered his nose to the ground again and continued walking. His claws clicked on the shabby cobblestones and the little glass vials tied to his belt made gentle clinks with every step he took. The other team was close enough to smell, but remained unheard.
Dread held Luke rooted to the spot for a few moments. He thought he could feel the chilly night air seeping through his pelt and caressing his skin. When:origin()/pre12/acf7/th/pre/f/2014/053/6/7/the_where_wolf_by_leonca-d77k788.png)
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