From the moment I laid eyes on him, I was captivated by his enigmatic aura. His fur, a mesmerizing blend of moonlit silver and deep forest shadows, dances with every step he takes. His eyes, a piercing shade of crimson, seem to hold centuries of secrets and stories. When the night is still and the world is silent, you can hear his haunting melodies echoing through the woods, a blend of melancholy and hope.

He moves with a grace that belies his strength, a perfect balance of wildness and elegance. His presence is both comforting and intimidating, a testament to the duality of his nature. He's not just any werewolf; he's a symphony of contrasts, a creature of the night with a heart that beats with the rhythm of the most passionate love songs.

Every time I see him, I'm reminded of that fateful night under the starlit sky when our paths first crossed. It was a dance of fate and destiny, and I'm forever grateful for the magic that brought this beautiful boy into my life. He's more than just a werewolf to me; he's a muse, a friend, and a constant reminder that even in the darkest of nights, there's always a song waiting to be sung


Many thanks to the wonderful  SKELETON MAN for creating this hunky boi:)

I've got some artwork of him around somewhere so in time I'll post here.