Delightful surprise today. I was tagged in a tweet that led me to this fantastic bit of art. Ah, the relationship between the werewolf and the moon!
This image reminded me of what my lycan (werewolf) friend Paul Conrad said about the moon:
I glanced up the sky, where the waxing orb hung, his pull and fascination never waning.
Most people thought of the moon as a “she”, but to me, that laughing bastard would always be male. The great, big alpha male in the sky. Jerking the strings and making all the lycans of the earth dance to his rhythm.
The comic style, with the moon glaring down, captured Conrad’s perception of the moon rather well, don’t you think?