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Another fantastic piece by my friend 
Rahir of my wolfir character: Henrik. I love the lighting and shading he did, it really emphasizes the more somber mood. Sometimes it's hard being a "reformed" werewolf like Henrik.
The sun sets outside, bathing the room and its lupine occupant in darkness. Henrik lights the lamp next to him, more out of habit than actual necessity. There was a time when he had always made sure to have lantern and flame ready well before sundown. But that was before the curse, before becoming a wolfir. It felt like a different lifetime.
He could feel the moon before he actually saw it. The clouds clear and suddenly the room is flooded with a mix of silver and orange light. It sends a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the wolfman’s lack of clothing. Like the lamp, he really didn’t need such things anymore, his fur was more than capable of keeping him warm and comfortable on such nights. Still, he told himself he would have to get dressed soon. For most of his village, it was time to get indoors, light a fire, and hunker down. Of course for the wild werewolves, it meant it was time to cast aside their human forms to embrace the night and their inner beast. He had played both parts, once.
Above him shines the moon, its silver light pulling him towards bestial aggression and wild revelry once more. At his feet, the orange glow of the lantern, promising warm certainty and rest that was no longer truly his. Neither of them were. Perhaps, Henrik thought, he would have to carry his own light.
Rahir of my wolfir character: Henrik. I love the lighting and shading he did, it really emphasizes the more somber mood. Sometimes it's hard being a "reformed" werewolf like Henrik.The sun sets outside, bathing the room and its lupine occupant in darkness. Henrik lights the lamp next to him, more out of habit than actual necessity. There was a time when he had always made sure to have lantern and flame ready well before sundown. But that was before the curse, before becoming a wolfir. It felt like a different lifetime.
He could feel the moon before he actually saw it. The clouds clear and suddenly the room is flooded with a mix of silver and orange light. It sends a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the wolfman’s lack of clothing. Like the lamp, he really didn’t need such things anymore, his fur was more than capable of keeping him warm and comfortable on such nights. Still, he told himself he would have to get dressed soon. For most of his village, it was time to get indoors, light a fire, and hunker down. Of course for the wild werewolves, it meant it was time to cast aside their human forms to embrace the night and their inner beast. He had played both parts, once.
Above him shines the moon, its silver light pulling him towards bestial aggression and wild revelry once more. At his feet, the orange glow of the lantern, promising warm certainty and rest that was no longer truly his. Neither of them were. Perhaps, Henrik thought, he would have to carry his own light.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Wolf
Size 1280 x 1067px
File Size 115.2 kB
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