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Author: crossroadart.bsky.social (did:plc:xvwrjspsgtmlpozvf4z5naa3)

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"This is much scarier to share than any art I have ever posted 😂.

This is my series ‘The Henchmen’s Guide’, 
About a stoner that gets kidnapped by a werewolf and is forced to become her henchmen. 
In this scene someone is waiting to meet that werewolf who is coming to collect a debt."
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    "A tattered book cover with the title ‘The Henchmen’s Guide, an observation in staying alive’
On it is the sparse red Australian outback. The horizon of the red plain is long flat and without a single tree. Above it the is a pale grey dusk sky with a few thin gold and orange tinged clouds. In the middle of the landscape, on an outback road, a young man flees for his life as he is pursued by a woman in punk attire who seems to be enjoying the chase a little too much. Their shadows are stark below them, and while the young mans shadow is a normal reflection of his physical self, the women’s is that of a huge werewolf with an open jaw and long teeth stretched open above the shadow of the fleeing young man."
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    "Ietoro Mane had allowed himself one debt to the low road and it was widely considered that he could not have picked a more daming person to be beholden to.
A cool night breeze blew the smell of rain in through the curtains as he lay in his bed, staring into the immediate future and listening to the storm gurgling down the gutter. His wife rolled over, taking a length of the duvet with her and he considered that he could get up now and wait by the front door for his visitor, but decided against it, since she would notice at this very minute. So he stayed in bed and endured the wait. 
Few people waited for unexpected company, on account of it being a contradiction in terms, but Ieto had a knack for it.
The shadows of the rain reflected on the ceiling and he felt his own pulse in the stillness like a ticking clock. 
Eventually the dim was illuminated by a pair of headlights that sliced beams of gold through the blinds and over the walls. Ieto took a fortifying breath,"
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