#werewolfscientist

Howdy.

I’ve decided I will not be coming back to this fandom for a really long time at this moment. So, here’s a last piece of art for this fandom that I’ll share and do for a long while. It’s just me practicing drawing Wilson and making stylistic decisions.

Gears were essential, not optional. WX-78 had as many requirements as the rest of the Survivors for machinery to build, as well as having physical drawbacks that could only be augmented by salvaged mechanical parts. Wagstaff had, perhaps, not expected his creation to survive long, but WX-78 planned to thrive.

A trip to the local burial fields was in order, to scout about and find what, of the useless sanctified junk, would help them. It didn’t take long to locate a tilted headstone and start in on the macabre work of exhumation, but a sound in the dark made them look up warily.

Pupson was out collecting herbs and the like for Red. Always a good idea to have a few medicines on hand.

The scent of something not quite human, not quite canine hit his nose. Immediately distracted he followed the scent.Well, wasn’t that a sight. Someone sort of like him? Hopefully it would go well this time. Noticing the predator posture and the bunny gave him a thought. He circled around to the other side and started to walk towards slowly but visibly the bunny, intent to spook it in the thing in the direction of the other Wilson.

Wilson squinted, clutching his torch with white knuckles. Typical. Venture too far from camp and get stuck. He could have sworn there was someone--something--out there. Something he didn’t recognize.

@werewolfscientist Maxwell hugged a fur blanket around himself, shivering in the chill of night.

Three days ago, the sun had disappeared. Or, at least, it wasn’t rising. The sky stayed dark, warranting the need for a constant light source. Maxwell couldn’t be more thankful for his shadows, which gathered logs and other necessary supplies; it was hard to chop trees with a torch in hand.

As Maxwell stared out into the distance, he had to wonder if he was alone in the vast darkness. As much as he hated to admit it, teaming up with someone else would be beneficial to his survival, and surely to theirs as well.

But it would be hard to venture out too far. The lack of sunlight brought a chill to the air, even just three days into this eternal nighttime.

But he had to try. He had to know if someone was out there as well.

Greetings! I wished to thank you for following my WerewolfScientist account, and offer this Photo with a Happy Easter! I’m sorry if you do not celebrate, but I hope you enjoy this random drop anyway!

OMG!!! Thank you for this!! I love your artwork and the way you draw Wilson! Awe Happy Easter to you too!! Your Wilson just looks SO CUTE so I drew something in return!!