Rachel H White Art Appreciation for the darkness in the hearts of people

Werewolf Moon
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Legends and superstitions about werewolves are common throughout history in Europe. In the present day they have now become popular along with other legendary, horrific beings such as vampires and ghosts. The old tales and the newer books and movies have become the inspiration for the main characters of a role-playing game called Werewolf: the Apocalypse:
"I am Death-Takes-Last. That is the name the People gave me when I was your age. It...has to do with the prophecy given to me at the time of my birth, that I would be alive until the last times. My family lives long. I'm to be your guardian for a while." "Guardian? Why? I've got parents. Where are they?" "They're not here. You can't go back to them. You've Changed Brian." "Changed how? I can't go back to them? What do you mean?" "You're one of the wolf-people, Brian. You're a Garou. A changer of shapes. A werewolf." "A werewolf?? You've gotta be kidding me." The old man shook his head once, emphatically. "No. You are Garou. Like me." Brian put down his fork "You're crazy, old man." He stood up. "You're damn crazy. Where are we? Are you kidnapping me?" "Sit down and finish your breakfast, Brian."
Brian ran for the door and threw it open. Just outside the doorway, at ease in the snow, a huge, black wolf rested. It turned immediately as Brian opened the door, and advanced on him, growling, as he stood there.
"That is Chaser-Never-Rests, Brian. She too would like you to sit down and finish your breakfast." the old man said.
Brian watched as the wolf began to twist and turn. Its body bulged, grew huge; a giant wolf flashed before his eyes. Slowly it grew arms and hands, becoming a towering human-wolf. Finally, it shrank, lost hair, and became a rather pretty woman. "Call me Kate, "she said, smiling. She wore a black leather jacket, jeans and a strange antler-horn necklace. She rushed to catch Brian as he nearly collapsed, and led him back to the table...

Campbell, Brian. Werewolf: The Apocalypse, revised edition. White Wolf Publishing Inc., Stone Mountain, GA, 2000

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Resume & Bio the Higher Dark Blog Paint & Colored Pencil Drawings & Prints Sketches & Concepts Prints & Merchandise Links	Werewolf Moon monotype print Legends and superstitions about werewolves are common throughout history in Europe. In the present day they have now become popular along with other legendary, horrific beings such as vampires and ghosts. The old tales and the newer books and movies have become the inspiration for the main characters of a role-playing game called Werewolf: the Apocalypse: "I am Death-Takes-Last. That is the name the People gave me when I was your age. It...has to do with the prophecy given to me at the time of my birth, that I would be alive until the last times. My family lives long. I'm to be your guardian for a while." "Guardian? Why? I've got parents. Where are they?" "They're not here. You can't go back to them. You've Changed Brian." "Changed how? I can't go back to them? What do you mean?" "You're one of the wolf-people, Brian. You're a Garou. A changer of shapes. A werewolf." "A werewolf?? You've gotta be kidding me." The old man shook his head once, emphatically. "No. You are Garou. Like me." Brian put down his fork "You're crazy, old man." He stood up. "You're damn crazy. Where are we? Are you kidnapping me?" "Sit down and finish your breakfast, Brian." Brian ran for the door and threw it open. Just outside the doorway, at ease in the snow, a huge, black wolf rested. It turned immediately as Brian opened the door, and advanced on him, growling, as he stood there. "That is Chaser-Never-Rests, Brian. She too would like you to sit down and finish your breakfast." the old man said. Brian watched as the wolf began to twist and turn. Its body bulged, grew huge; a giant wolf flashed before his eyes. Slowly it grew arms and hands, becoming a towering human-wolf. Finally, it shrank, lost hair, and became a rather pretty woman. "Call me Kate, "she said, smiling. She wore a black leather jacket, jeans and a strange antler-horn necklace. She rushed to catch Brian as he nearly collapsed, and led him back to the table... Campbell, Brian. Werewolf: The Apocalypse, revised edition. White Wolf Publishing Inc., Stone Mountain, GA, 2000 Back to Orb
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