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If it happens to look the same as the WIP, hit F5

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Happy Doomsday everyone! For everyone who is still alive, you're welcome to stop by Fenrir's Doomsday Shelter to protect yourself from the impending disaster!

Inking practice, essentially trying to make my inks more appealing and detailed. Worked hard on this one to make it look as good as I can. Trying to become a better artist, etc. Also decided to write up a different yet similar story for you all to read.


Story: Taking advantage of the weak and helpless isn't Fenrir's thing. Taking advantage of the stupid and ignorant is, however. When the blue wolf heard of this so called 'end of the world', he did his own research and discovered the whole hoax and misunderstanding. And in doing so, devised a plan to help him pack on the pounds for the winter months. Setting up shop in a nice secluded part of the forest and issuing a few flyers around a nearby town, he sat and waited. Sure enough, as the time approached, so did the believers looking to find sanctuary from the impending doom.

Delighted, the big wolf directed his flock to rid themselves of their worldly possessions like clothes or electronics before they enter his shelter. They all did so, nervously at first, but once all of their possessions were discarded, he opened his maw wide and signaled the first of many to take the plunge. He stretched his jaws around their slender form and gulped them down inch by inch as everyone else watched in horror. However, once they were safely inside, their muffled cries of joy echoed through Fenrir's stomach, feeling the warm soft belly flesh safely squeeze them to remind them of how safe they were. Everyone else had a sigh of relief when they heard this and eagerly awaited their turn to safely pile inside Fenrir's maw. The wolf took two, three, even four people down at once, his throat stretching heavily around the groups as he deposited them in his engorged stomach.

After nearly 3 hours of constant eating, the line of shelter seekers had disappeared, leaving only a very fat Fenrir behind to admire his clever plot. Over the course of the next 2 hours, he digested his faithful followers, rubbing his stretched stomach as they each melted away, turning their gullibility into nutrients to help him through the cold winters in northern Valhalla. While his belly noisily churned around his meals, he still sat at his shelter spot, waiting in hopes of more delicious followers looking to find shelter from the apocalypse.

Little do the new comers realize that Fenrir's stomach IS the apocalypse.