Wolf - Blog Posts
Wanted to draw this for a while, had it in my head. Finally went to the trouble of getting a decent glitter/pixel brush so I didn't break my wrist trying to do the stars by hand like I tried initially. posted 23rd July, 2024
This one was just rotting away in my files when I drew it two days ago. I don’t like a lot of things about this piece, because I wanted it to be good and actually serious, but it just didn’t come out the way I wanted. So, there’s Samantha and her packs of dogs, coyotes, and wolves surrounding Jeremy. I thought it would be neat if all forms of canines listened to her and became aggressive when she was.
Commission taken from Instagram of a person's werewolf character.
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Canines are adorable so I draw them
These were hard to take because mY HANDSSS ARE STILL SHAKKING. also old spice
“Lie close,” Laura said, Pricking up her golden head: “We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?”
A wolf goes for a walk in the woods and meets a dog for the first time
A button poetry inspired by the Norse mythology comic by @yeehawpim
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When the Gods came to the Great wolf
Fenrir
He must have thought it just another day
Bright and grand
He must have thought it a game
These were the people who had raised him
And there was Tyr
his friend
They bind him He broke free
He must have rejoiced in his victory
Then the gods came again With different chains
Doubt would have taken hold But he must have ignored it
Bolstering his resolve in his strength thinking
He had nothing to fear
Since Tyr was there
But when the gods
Brought forth the cords
He must have sensed something amiss
This was no game
They wanted something from him
He must have recalled The fleeting hateful stares
But he also must have also remembered
How he played with Tyr
He would not let anything Happen to him
He must have cursed himself
For doubting his friend
For asking for Tyr's hand
But what is done is done he couldn’t go back
And now I sit and wonder
When the wolf couldn't break the cords
Did he pause?
Did Tyr know what would happen?
And offered his flesh regardless?
Or Maybe In guild for what was going to happen to his friend?
What he had caused?
There must have been A moment
When the great wolf pled
Hoping that he would be saved by his friend
Or maybe he wished for Tyr to pull back his hand?
And now I think
That when the wolf bit down
Maybe it wasn't from anger
Maybe it was from sorrow
His friend had made his choice
So maybe he bit
So the blood would hide his tears
Tyr was there
And he had betrayed him