Strahd Hate Squad

I hovered in place and, with a sudden surge of inner strength, resumed the shape of a man again. There was no light of any sort here, either, but I hardly needed it. The clustered bodies of the bats shed enough warm illumination for me to pick my way around the crypts and piles of guano. A few of the creatures knew me, perhaps recognizing one of their own in some way. They flapped down and lighted on my shoulders and arms, greeting me with joyful chirps and twitters. Two of the more spoiled ones landed in my open palm, allowing me to stroke their backs with the lightest touch of my little finger. Their fur was so soft as to hardly be felt. The ones on my head playfully tickled my ears and tugged at my hair.

But it was very late. I had no time to spare for socializing.

I, Strahd: The Memoirs of a Vampire

Boi, this is the first time in my life I’ve managed to draw this fur hat and accept it as ok.

Close-ups of good boys’n’girls ✨

Inktober commission for awesome @following-the-drum​ Thank you for this adorable commission!

Bats drawn by Edward Gorey.