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Concept design for sale of $50 via paypal, email me at RookshocksWorkshop[at]gmail.com if youre interested in buying!
The buyer will recieve the full size ref
Bonus Short story:
On the longest nights where the wolf's howl echoes beyond the snowy mountains, and the last soft crunch of falling snow sifts down from the pine trees, the last remaining pair of werewolves kept the balance of peace between man and beast. They offered Trading, Sharing, and even Stories to keep the man at bay, and the animals within the forest would stay safe and continue their lives as the wild would demand. The man tribes were a curious but still dangerous group of beings that the wolves would never understand but when the peace treaty was offered to them, the pair assumed all was understood. Sadly, not only was everything understood, the man found ways to bend the treaty to get their way and the wolves knew about it from every mouse bird and squirrel. The wolves called out "Why do you demand more when we have nothing left to offer?" The man did not answer. They called again "please we only want peace" and again no reply. The next moments were jarring and horrid; the animals and beasts behind the wolves chanting "why" were screaming absolute panic and pain. The wolves, in shock, reverted to their old minds and began to slaughter evrything in sight. None of the animals knew what was going to happen and it was too late...the night filled with blood and tears finally ended with the moon setting, sun rising, and the brother of brown woke up covered in blood. Too many wounds to walk away easily, but he did not care for he saw not only a circle of bloodied corpses surrounding his assumed dead body, but whatever was left in him died as soon as he saw his brother in white. Only a skinned pelt and no body laying over his own dreadful wounds. The man had skinned his brother while he was still in a berserk state of mind and he never heard his brother cry. Waking up to a sight of hell and horror to their own kind sent the brother in brown into turmoil and dispair, but all kept under silence. A frozen winter dead silence.
Some time had pass and the brown had never let go of his brothers hide. His mind was too warped to leave it behind, but it became so wracked that he refused to burn the pelt in their traditional pyre funeral. The shock was too much and had haunted his dreams even in the wake of day. Voices would cloud all of his senses to a point where a familiar forest friend would greet the brown but was only left in bloody red. The forest guardians have died, there is no more peace, and now they both walk the quiet mountains of snow not knowing how they will live until the next blood red moon.
-End
The buyer will recieve the full size ref
Bonus Short story:
On the longest nights where the wolf's howl echoes beyond the snowy mountains, and the last soft crunch of falling snow sifts down from the pine trees, the last remaining pair of werewolves kept the balance of peace between man and beast. They offered Trading, Sharing, and even Stories to keep the man at bay, and the animals within the forest would stay safe and continue their lives as the wild would demand. The man tribes were a curious but still dangerous group of beings that the wolves would never understand but when the peace treaty was offered to them, the pair assumed all was understood. Sadly, not only was everything understood, the man found ways to bend the treaty to get their way and the wolves knew about it from every mouse bird and squirrel. The wolves called out "Why do you demand more when we have nothing left to offer?" The man did not answer. They called again "please we only want peace" and again no reply. The next moments were jarring and horrid; the animals and beasts behind the wolves chanting "why" were screaming absolute panic and pain. The wolves, in shock, reverted to their old minds and began to slaughter evrything in sight. None of the animals knew what was going to happen and it was too late...the night filled with blood and tears finally ended with the moon setting, sun rising, and the brother of brown woke up covered in blood. Too many wounds to walk away easily, but he did not care for he saw not only a circle of bloodied corpses surrounding his assumed dead body, but whatever was left in him died as soon as he saw his brother in white. Only a skinned pelt and no body laying over his own dreadful wounds. The man had skinned his brother while he was still in a berserk state of mind and he never heard his brother cry. Waking up to a sight of hell and horror to their own kind sent the brother in brown into turmoil and dispair, but all kept under silence. A frozen winter dead silence.
Some time had pass and the brown had never let go of his brothers hide. His mind was too warped to leave it behind, but it became so wracked that he refused to burn the pelt in their traditional pyre funeral. The shock was too much and had haunted his dreams even in the wake of day. Voices would cloud all of his senses to a point where a familiar forest friend would greet the brown but was only left in bloody red. The forest guardians have died, there is no more peace, and now they both walk the quiet mountains of snow not knowing how they will live until the next blood red moon.
-End
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 763px
File Size 143.2 kB
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