For those of you who know me, would know that sometimes I express my mood or how I am feeling through my art…well, I just want to make it clear: this is not the case for this particular painting! I promise, I’m OK, lol! No, I am not violently angry! Nor do I feel like a frenzied, ravenous wolf-creature. This painting was inspired by a dream I had night…although I’m not sure if that makes it any less disturbing than the idea of me being a crazy wolf-person….hmmm…
Alright, so to briefly explain this race…they are part wolf and part dragon. They fear nothing and stop at nothing. They are savage and even cruel, but highly intelligent, creative, and organized. They speak the “common” language and have their own rules and laws in their society.
“We were the last survivors…less than 20 of us, men, women, and children. They killed off most of my friends and family. I was a strong leader and fighter. Give me a gun, and I’d be out there in the front with the best of them, leading an army of men. But I was eight months pregnant… So while it was so hard for me to let someone else take charge, I had to stay back to protect the children.
We were forced to seek shelter in the abandoned warehouse. For some time, my friends were even able to keep them out so I could find a safe place for the children. By nightfall, however, they were swarming the building. We were forced down into the basement. Many of my friends were killed and ammo was low… They began ripping through the ceiling, trying to reach us. They were so close you could almost taste their sticky stench and feel their heat. Their mouths were foaming with blood and drool and their fur matted with filth. We had little hope of surviving the night…"