fade into the forest wrapped up in starlight haze
there came a beast of lunar legend and curled about his teeth was his boy
vivid blossoms grew out of his skin and petals fell from the wolfs canines
as azurite electricity played in lycan eyes
from the sharp fangs, the boy plucked hydrangeas
from his open wounds
do you know of he who runs with the stars as pup would run with his pack
have you ever questioned how one of such innocence could bathe in the
blood of prey that they watched with bated breath; to sink their own fangs
into? Of course not, for that would mean one of pure innocence does exist
that one who's conscious is so clear that you would be able to see the depths
of their soul.
to be honest are we all wolves in sheep's clothing, we all await for the very
moment in time to rip out the throat of those who fear the thought of
baring our fangs at those who are too pure for this dark world. It makes
me laugh at the fools who believe that they can go through life without
eating, without devouring another wolf parading as a sheep, for again lets
lets be honest
To pursue ones dream one must be willing to strip another's down to the
very marrow, much like a wolf strips its prey till nothing remains.
It makes for a beautiful transition and adds layerdness to the drawing.
The curled lines give a feel of fluidity and wrap it all up really nicelly.
It is interesting how enitially my eyes were fixed upon the center of the drawing ( the gazing maw and the boy in it) but as time passed and I looked around, the stunning outline of the forest and the night sky sprawned into existance. I had not noticed them at all at first.
And after all these fancy words I want to say thank you for crating this!