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The woman stumbled toward safety. The intensifying rain washed her tears away as she spared one last glance back before escaping the dark alley. She didn’t know who I was. She just knew that the gang was focused on me now instead of her, and that was enough.
They surrounded me, mildly cautious but still sporting that same smug look that infected all of Grant City’s lowlifes. That undisputed knowledge that they ruled the streets. The certainty that the city belonged to the cruel and powerful. No one would stop them. No one would stand up to them. No one was left who would dare.
That was before they knew about me.
The rabbit with the chain attacked first. Maybe he was new to the gang. Wanted to earn his stripes, bag himself a mask. Probably thought I’d go down as easy as the defenseless people he bullied for his jollies. I caught his arm in mid-swing and tugged it back at an unnatural angle into my rigid palm, snapping it like a dried-out tree branch. The chain clattered to the ground. His scream was interrupted by my boot kicking him back into the brick wall.
That got the gang’s attention. Their amusement melted, replaced by the anger and fear that always resides in prideful cowards. They attacked all at once. Without the benefit of coordination, their numbers counted for nothing and only made them get in each other’s way. I lashed out with a throat punch to the nearest. He’d be kept busy trying to breathe for a while. The residual streetlamp light caught the metal of a knife in the corner of my eye. I threw up my wrist and parried the thug’s attack, as well as each quick follow-up swipe. He was decent with a knife. But not good enough. After throwing him off-balance with a counter-parry, I kicked out his knee and drove my own into his descending face. He lay still on the wet pavement.
I leapt into a spinning kick behind me, sending the next attacker crashing over a metal trash can. Two remained and neither looked happy about it. I took advantage of their hesitation by grasping the jaguar by the throat and slamming him up against the wall. I heard his buddy with the baseball bat take a tentative step behind me. It was as good a time as any to try and smash my skull in. He didn’t see my hand move to my belt beneath my cape. And I doubt he saw the shurikens before they were pinning his jacket to the opposite wall by the arm.
I glared into the jaguar’s eyes. The smugness had been wiped clean . There was fear in them now. I knew word would spread through the alleys where trash like him skulked, then trickle up the expensive high-rise fortresses and protected rackets where mobs and corruption ruled. Grant City wasn’t theirs anymore. There was one who would stand up. There was one who would stop them.
Soon, they’d know of War Wolf.
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This is a commission from the talented
JAEH of War Wolf laying down the law on the dark streets of Grant City early on in her hero career, with many more battles to come. Many thanks to the artist, I love how it came out.
War Wolf and Grant City belong to me
Art belongs to JAEH
The woman stumbled toward safety. The intensifying rain washed her tears away as she spared one last glance back before escaping the dark alley. She didn’t know who I was. She just knew that the gang was focused on me now instead of her, and that was enough.
They surrounded me, mildly cautious but still sporting that same smug look that infected all of Grant City’s lowlifes. That undisputed knowledge that they ruled the streets. The certainty that the city belonged to the cruel and powerful. No one would stop them. No one would stand up to them. No one was left who would dare.
That was before they knew about me.
The rabbit with the chain attacked first. Maybe he was new to the gang. Wanted to earn his stripes, bag himself a mask. Probably thought I’d go down as easy as the defenseless people he bullied for his jollies. I caught his arm in mid-swing and tugged it back at an unnatural angle into my rigid palm, snapping it like a dried-out tree branch. The chain clattered to the ground. His scream was interrupted by my boot kicking him back into the brick wall.
That got the gang’s attention. Their amusement melted, replaced by the anger and fear that always resides in prideful cowards. They attacked all at once. Without the benefit of coordination, their numbers counted for nothing and only made them get in each other’s way. I lashed out with a throat punch to the nearest. He’d be kept busy trying to breathe for a while. The residual streetlamp light caught the metal of a knife in the corner of my eye. I threw up my wrist and parried the thug’s attack, as well as each quick follow-up swipe. He was decent with a knife. But not good enough. After throwing him off-balance with a counter-parry, I kicked out his knee and drove my own into his descending face. He lay still on the wet pavement.
I leapt into a spinning kick behind me, sending the next attacker crashing over a metal trash can. Two remained and neither looked happy about it. I took advantage of their hesitation by grasping the jaguar by the throat and slamming him up against the wall. I heard his buddy with the baseball bat take a tentative step behind me. It was as good a time as any to try and smash my skull in. He didn’t see my hand move to my belt beneath my cape. And I doubt he saw the shurikens before they were pinning his jacket to the opposite wall by the arm.
I glared into the jaguar’s eyes. The smugness had been wiped clean . There was fear in them now. I knew word would spread through the alleys where trash like him skulked, then trickle up the expensive high-rise fortresses and protected rackets where mobs and corruption ruled. Grant City wasn’t theirs anymore. There was one who would stand up. There was one who would stop them.
Soon, they’d know of War Wolf.
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This is a commission from the talented
JAEH of War Wolf laying down the law on the dark streets of Grant City early on in her hero career, with many more battles to come. Many thanks to the artist, I love how it came out.War Wolf and Grant City belong to me
Art belongs to
JAEHCategory All / All
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Size 789 x 1189px
File Size 781.3 kB
Hey viva, I know you usually have War Wolf colored with grey fur and hair like a normal wolf, but I say she looks good with white fur and hair. I say this because of my character Marcus and his family, hell, I think all anthro wolves would look good with their fur being colored white.
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