Just an old, non-fur sketch I found while digging through old files. I'm still fond of it, but mostly out of sentimental reasons. This was the bizarrely-mixed crew from a Vampire: The Masquerade game set in LA. Yes, yes. . . I'm a vampire player, not a werewolf player. Shock. I usually play Gangrel or Tzimisce, but on this rare occasion, I was the character in the middle there. . . a ghoul named Darcie. Her Domitor was the surly lookin' mofo to her left, an old Gangrel named Chase. He may as well have been a werewolf, honestly. . . he'd hunted them for so long back in Scotland that he'd inherited the lunar rage, and a *ton* of animal features from frenzying so much off their blood.

The dude with the weird arm to the right of her is Josh. . . a werespider. He could just sort of. . . randomly. . . turn parts of his body to spider and back. Freaky, freaky stuff. But werespiders have also got pheremones. . . so. . . fun. And if you think there's a bit of a triangle here. . . there was. In the loosest sense. Chase could get as possessive as he wanted, but, ultimately. . . vampires' bits don't work, so. . . .

Luckily, (or unluckily) for him, Darcie died later on in the game, and was turned. By Chase, actually. . . that was a fun night. Never mess with the Nosferatu, is all I've got to say. . . .