But I'm only proud of the wolf on the left named Kyle. The rusty one is named Lane.A gigantic wolf’s head was snarling at me, its fur illuminated, the silver of the wolf glistening like rippling water. It seemed more agitated by my scream and I just barely had time to cover my face before it lunged. It was as big as a stallion; impossible…
I screamed again as pain erupted from the bite in my arm, a pain that was spreading like fire up to my right shoulder and farther as the seconds passed. But that wasn’t what made me scream. A pain like nothing I had ever felt before ripped through my very soul, like as if it was being ripped in half and only part of it had stayed within me. I felt light-headed, the world was spinning and, as I fell, I thought I saw another gigantic wolf with rust coloured eyes filled with golden flecks. The eyes were tearful. The world blacked out, just before I hit the ground…
The rust-coloured eyes with golden flecks are the eyes of a guy she likes but the girl (me, I guess) doesn't know he's a werewolf. Yet... The soul-ripping part also comes into my book later. The black stuff around the wolves are shadows.
I worked my hardest and longest on this pic (though I did NOT try on the background. Backgrounds are my specialty. I don't like the beam of light either but I didn't work too much on it.)
COMMENTS WELCOME> and crits... but not too harsh plz!
Sorry, too much typing but I blab.
Hope that helps!
