Until the Wolves Come Out
Summary: This is a piece I made for Wolfy over on the Invincible III server as part of the server's oc art trade! Here we follow her oc Tony, as he reflects on his career and the wolf in his head.
Warnings: alcohol, guns, light body horror
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Tony placed his empty glass on the bar, gesturing to the bartender for a refill. He glanced at his hand, eyes furrowing as he examined his fingernails. They were long, curled, pointed like a knife's edge. The sound he made was a cross between a sigh and a chuckle. Guess the old adage about knowing something like the back of your hand wasn't always true. He focused hard, watching his claws retract back into dull nails.
He drummed them on the bar as he took a swig of his newly replenished whiskey. Life ain't easy living with a wolf in your head, not that his life would be any easier if he didn't have to worry about keeping it from clawing its way out. Every day he found himself chasing down case after case like a dog chasing its own tail, ever falling deeper into a pit of crime, conspiracy, and gambling debt. He always seemed to sniff out trouble - and he just caught the scent.











