First post. This is my feral fursona. It’s the shadow of a wolf.
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5- The three mutated Shadow Wolf colors.
(bottom to top- pure black, leucistic, white/albino)
Fun fact- often the white patches on leucistic shadow wolves will also be hairless or have shorter fur than the rest!
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Character design for the story I write with @writing-whump
This is Romeo. He has no idea how much I love him :3 You can expect to see art of this man broken in the future.
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So WoL just gonna roll up to the Wandering Stairs, or next outing of the void hunter gang in the First, like "Yo Cyella check out my new ride" huh?
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I don't have any new art atm as I've been busy with other stuff, heres a shadow wolf thing
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4- All three classic color morphs of Shadow Wolf.
(Left to right- classic shadow, grey roan, coffee)
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"Very well." The dragon released me, and for a heart-stopping instant, I plummeted. Then her head shot out on her snakelike neck and she caught me up again. This time her jaws encompassed my ribs. She squeezed me, demonstrating how easily she could crush me. Then she eased the pressure and asked me, "And what do you know, little wolf thing?"
"Nothing!" I gasped, and then choked out every bit of air in my lungs as she crushed me. It would be quick, I told myself. I would not have to maintain my lie long. She wasn't a patient creature; she'd kill me swiftly. I glanced back to take a last look at my daughter.
Nettle stood, suddenly larger than she had been. Then she flung her arms wide. Her hair tossed in a wind that only she felt, and then haloed out around her face. She threw her head back. "This is a dream!" she shouted. "And it is my dream! I cast you out of it!" The last she spoke as single words, uttered with all the command of a queen. For the first time, I comprehended the strength of my daughter's Skill. Her ability to shape dreams and command that which happened in them was a manifestation of her Skill-talent.
Tintaglia flung me spinning out over an infinite void. Beneath me I saw, not the rocky chasm of my dream, but a vast emptiness without color or end. I had one whirling glimpse of the dragon writhing as Nettle dwindled her back to the size of a bee. Then I clenched my eyes shut against the dizzying fall. Even as I drew painful breath to scream, Nettle spoke softly by my ear. "It's only a dream, Shadow Wolf. And it belongs to me. In my dreams, you will never come to harm. Open your eyes, now. Awake to your own world."
An instant before I awoke, I felt the comforting resistance of bedding beneath me and when I opened my eyes to the darkness of my workroom, I was not in panic. Nettle had taken the terror from the nightmare. For a moment, I felt relief. I drew a deep breath, and as I surrendered to sleep once more, I felt a drowsy amazement at my daughter's odd Skill-strength. But as I tugged my blanket back over my shoulder and reclaimed half the pillow from the ferret, the earlier portion of my dream dragged me back to wakefulness. Swift had lied. Burrich hadn't discarded him. Worse, his leaving had thrown the family into turmoil.
Fool's Fate, by Robin Hobb (Tawny Man Trilogy #3)
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Milo Wolf
(Der Anführer der schattenwölfe )
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