
Don’t Rip the Leather
This is Constance. She is the most skilled of the Bloodhounds at the willed Shift, mostly because she prefers her lupine forms… and going absolutely feral on perpetrators. (Fun little tidbit: this is a finished panel from the first “Bloodhounds” issue. Just one page away from completion!)
Constance and her story belong to Studio Nascosto and me
Constance and her story belong to Studio Nascosto and me
Category Artwork (Digital) / TF / TG
Species Werewolf / Lycanthrope
Size 1280 x 1065px
File Size 183 kB
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Constance: *grins wickedly and begins to lope down a back alley toward a dark and rainy thoroughfare, careful not to lose her new companion* Metaphorical. Can you smell the fear in the air? He may be a lycan, but he’s as helpless as prey in our little trap.
Constance: *glancing backward momentarily* He’s a homicide suspect. We can’t afford rogue wolves in Elmwood. It’s too small of a town for that kind of bullshit. *Claws skid a little on the wet pavement when she takes a corner hard. The fur along her spine stands up as the wind shifts* Good. Silas is herding him our way. Block the alley for us? If he tries anything I’ll tear out his throat. *Pauses, eyes you and has a moment of recognition* If you don’t get to him first.
Constance: *bares her teeth in a feral smile* Can’t wait. *she leaps into the street just in time to cut off a half-Shifted man who reeks of fear. An older silver-haired gentleman with a bit of a limp is in pursuit. The cornered lycan balks when he sees that he’s surrounded and the Shift takes him. Constance is on top of him before he can bare his teeth. The only thing that clues you in to the presence behind you is the soft clearing of a throat*
Jackson: *adjusting his rain splattered glasses and smiling apologetically* Ma’am, I’m afraid this isn’t a place for civilians—
Constance: *lifts her head and barks once at Jackson before returning to fighting the struggling lycan*
Jackson: Oh, my mistake. I didn’t realize you were with us—
Silas: Jackson, stop chatting and collar this idiot!
Jackson: *adjusting his rain splattered glasses and smiling apologetically* Ma’am, I’m afraid this isn’t a place for civilians—
Constance: *lifts her head and barks once at Jackson before returning to fighting the struggling lycan*
Jackson: Oh, my mistake. I didn’t realize you were with us—
Silas: Jackson, stop chatting and collar this idiot!
Acrathia: *Smirks to Jackson as she outstretches a hand and casts a sleep spell on the rogue lycan* I apologize if that made your hunt less interesting, I have a vested interest in the beast being taken alive and properly questioned. As I understand it, this is becoming an alarming trend, and surely you could understand why The Queen of Witches would not want another witchhunt on our hands...
Constance: *a little annoyed at not being able to tear into the suspect more, climbs off of him with a snort of dissatisfaction*
Silas: *processes the information before himself for a moment and gives a shallow bow* Good evening, madame. No, we hardly want one either. Thank you for the help.
Jackson: *shakily steps out into the street and points past Silas* Can you do something about that, too? *down the street, a large brown wolf circles an even larger figure that appears to be writhing in pain. It lashes out with developing claws and narrowly misses the wolf*
Silas: *turns* Shit. Shit, don’t tell me…
Jackson: *takes off down the street, Shifting fluidity as he goes*
Silas: *quickly barking orders* Constance, pack up the suspect. You and Ruth are on this one. Keep the cages clear; use a cell for interrogation. And don’t scratch the paint. *he tosses her a set of keys and follows Jackson*
Constance: *deftly catches the keys in a huge paw and a low growl rumbles in her chest. She hefts the sleeping lycan across her shoulders and turns to Acrathia* Our rabbit better give us some good news, or I’m killing something tonight.
Silas: *processes the information before himself for a moment and gives a shallow bow* Good evening, madame. No, we hardly want one either. Thank you for the help.
Jackson: *shakily steps out into the street and points past Silas* Can you do something about that, too? *down the street, a large brown wolf circles an even larger figure that appears to be writhing in pain. It lashes out with developing claws and narrowly misses the wolf*
Silas: *turns* Shit. Shit, don’t tell me…
Jackson: *takes off down the street, Shifting fluidity as he goes*
Silas: *quickly barking orders* Constance, pack up the suspect. You and Ruth are on this one. Keep the cages clear; use a cell for interrogation. And don’t scratch the paint. *he tosses her a set of keys and follows Jackson*
Constance: *deftly catches the keys in a huge paw and a low growl rumbles in her chest. She hefts the sleeping lycan across her shoulders and turns to Acrathia* Our rabbit better give us some good news, or I’m killing something tonight.
It was a blast to record, but we hit some snags with our animation software. Unfortunately, we couldn’t finish the pilot. However, we were able to salvage some frames for a comic issue and the dialogue audio, so we can at least start telling the story with a voiced comic when the website goes live. Our hope is that we’ll make enough revenue to afford better software and equipment so we can actually get the animated series off the ground. ^^’
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