#wolf men

This year, my Patreon reward minifig is Wolf-Man Chrisanthos, a farmboy born a mage with power over frost who had an unfortunate run-in with a werewolf, as seen in “A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing,” a short story featured in Tales of Wulfgard, Vol I.

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Expect more wolf-man minifigs to collect in the future, in a variety of colors, including the black-furred bestial werewolf form Tom minifig coming soon for patrons! If you sign up now, you’ll already be a patron when the next minifig is sent out (not all minifigs have promo alerts like this one)!

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Discover a new world, a land of monsters and magic, of werewolves, shape-shifters, and beast-men, of danger and deceit - a world where all legends are true, where every myth is real and every fight could be your last, where darkness lurks in every corner… a world where only the bravest of heroes rise to answer the call of battle - and to the call of the hunt.

Discover the world of Wulfgard: the ancient-medieval dark fantasy universe where all legends are true, and terrifying werewolves howl in the night.

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Tales of Wulfgard: Volume I has been revised and updated, including an all new and fully rewritten and improved edition of “Hunted,” Caiden’s Tale, now in line with The Hunt Never Ends and over twice its original length!

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The stars were beautiful, he believed, a long breath audibly exhales at the feel of the omnipotent energy of the moon absorb into the earthy brown pores of his skin from its light he basks in. ‘Gorgeous.’ The thought echo’s in his mind, though the lit city of New York tries to suffocate their grandeur magnificence.

Lucas had decided to take a midnight stroll in what he considered his territory, he couldn’t yield to the dark embrace of sleep due to restless thoughts about his future that swarmed his mind while lying in the comforts of bed, but it seemed like those thoughts had followed and latched onto his shadow that couldn’t be shaken. A series of reflections consumed his thinking during that time and now, many of which left him wondering about how long he’d be alone without a mate; he wasn’t getting much younger – not that he had to worry about that due to his slow aging- the natural instinct to find a mate, pass on his seed, and bear pups of his own to carry on his dire wolf legacy was a desire his species around his age group undergone. But the time when these sexual urges came upon them depended on each individual when testosterone hormones levels shot through the roof, particularly when sexual maturity was in full blossom that was often witnessed in males.

A tired hand emerges from his pocket to rub down the length of his face, scruffy strands of his beard compressed against his palm once he reached his chin as eyes shut momentarily to escape the physical world before him, allows his imaginations to wander off in a different direction. Visions of people crossed his mind, disoriented faces of females he knew or saw on the regular basis that could be a potential suitor of his attentions and admiration, woman he’s seen at the club he performs at every week, including familiar faces that stops by to listen to him sing as well as play instruments on the street. Some were lovely, easy on the eyes to gaze upon while others had a visage only a mother could love, he’ll admit. But his nose wrinkles in displeasure, unfortunately, as he shakes his head for who all sprung up inside his mind because many weren’t to his liking. Even the ones who expressed interest in him at the club, sometimes overstepping boundaries of personal space to force his attention on them was an annoyance than seen as attractive.

Just because he was desperate for a mate didn’t mean he’d go sniff anyone’s behind who lifted their tail in his direction.

In aggravation does his jaw shift as it becomes tensed under pressure when teeth grind together, hand shoving its way back roughly into his pocket, inwardly frustrated that not a person he knew was well suited to be his mate who wouldn’t have an issue with his wolf secret. An itch of impatience had begun to surface after years of waiting and searching. There was, however, a vision of a girl who floated across the landscape of his mental fancy, one Lucas had seen from afar while engaged in street performances recently. Her sudden arrival prompts the beat of his heart to palpitate for a split second, strong enough to stop him in his tracks as if he had an epiphany on the sidewalk as she stood transfixed in his mind.

Lucas was a stranger to her name, had yet to interact with her because every time he finished a musical session he’ll glimpse in the direction of where she usually sat on a bench while watching his band perform, only to see the seat empty, leaves the block without a simple hello unlike other pedestrians who would offer words of praise for his skills. But the week after she seemed to make it a priority to watch him and his band play again. His head tilts at an angle to the right, full lips pursed as he ponders over unknown reasons why she never introduced herself to him. ‘Is she shy?’ he mused thoughtfully with a blink of his eyes, stare set on nothing but the vacant space of the clear night sky.

Either way, the young woman who wore a head full of curls and snuck shy glances might have piqued his interest; maybe his wolf spirit saw something in her he did not realize on the physical plane by only a few playful, flirty stares he shot towards her way. And even so, until then, he needed a distraction to keep these restless thoughts at bay.

A deep breath fills his lungs before a dreary sigh left his lips, and with his head now somewhat clear, curious eyes takes this moment to observe his modern environment. On his right is where a dimly-lit parking lot met his view from his place on the sidewalk, the lanes empty of cars a clear indicator that the thrift shop behind him was closed like the many other stores he passed by. And his supernatural cognizant increases when sensitive ears become mindful to the voices of people in range across the street, reminds him that life still flourished in this quiet portion of the district he lived in, a few silent cars continuing their prowl on the road as wheels only decreases speed to a halt, yielding before the red traffic light up ahead.

“I guess s’time head on back.” Words fell between Lucas’s lips like a murmur as he scratched the back of his neck, speaking aloud to no one as he mulled over whether he should follow his steps back to his apartment or continue walking. But while in the process of deciding, feet lead him towards a donation box bin nearby to lean his body against for support, muscles more relaxed than before that once held tension. And just then, a small squeak breaks through his consciousness, and ears perks to full attention as his head swivel in different directions to locate the source of the sound. He envisions the culprit to be a rodent, but when he hears the same squeak morph into a whimper he realizes that option was out of the question, prompts him to quickly stand to his full height to search for the tiny sound.

Again, it penetrates his ears on repeat like a broken record player, and he circles around to stare at the bin he was resting on seconds ago, perceives the noises that mimics weak cries and low whimpers to originate from the interior of the medium size container. “The hell? Is that a dog?” A thick dark brow arched considerably high as he questioned himself with an expression of pure bewilderment, although, utterly taken aback as the belief sunk into his mind that the mystery creature was a canine who was dumped into a metal donation box, one created specifically for people to contribute clothes and footwear, as a white poster plastered on the bin claims in printed writing. The beat of his heart escalates where adrenaline pumps through his veins as he drew close to the container, an anxious hand pulling down on the small door latch that opens horizontally for clothes to fit through, which leaves him unable to peer down into the small space. And the sudden movement causes the animal to intensify its voice with squeaky cries of help that echoes inside, evokes a new resolve within Lucas to free the dog himself.

“Don’ worry youngling, I’ll get ya outta there.” He mumbled to himself, anger steadily boiling in his gut that someone was foolish enough to abandon an animal in the most ridiculous ways imaginable. Lucas looks for the true opening, and in no time does he find a padlock keeping the door shut. In his large palm he examines the metallic object, sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he acknowledges a key is required, and grips, tugs on the lock loosely to test its durability. Sensible paranoia compels him to take a quick glimpse around the surrounding area to ascertain nobody was watching this occurrence unfold; he waits for a car to drive by, and once he’s assured he was alone, one hand rests atop the bin while the other clutches the padlock, and teeth grits tight as the strong muscles in his bicep bulges when he jerks hard on the body of it. A loud clink met his ears in an instant when the loop-shaped shackle unlatches forcibly from the locking mechanism inside the metal body, breaking internal components that once held it secure.

The lock now broken in his grasp, he tosses it aside onto the pavement without a second glance before prying the door wide open, unprepared to see a multitude of old clothes and shoes pour out onto the ground at his feet, including some plastic bags filled with garments. Keen eyesight detects movement immediately as he notices a tiny bump shuffling underneath the apparel, and knees touch the ground once he crouched down while frantic hands unravel the animal wrapped amongst the garb. To his surprise, a mere puppy is revealed, one small in stature with eyes sealed closed whom limbs were fragile as a newborn, its face scrunched up that evidently showcases distress as the pup wiggles in vain while whimpering. Unspoken shock is conveyed in the way onyx eyes grew wide as Lucas took in the pitiful sight before him, causes his heart to plummet as he reaches both hands downward to pick it up, mouth parted open at the feel of its tiny body that dwarfs in comparison to the size of his palm.

In the beginning, Lucas was aware the animal was a domesticated dog, but the possibility never dawn upon him that it could be a newborn puppy, judging by the weight and size he concludes it was no older than one or two weeks old. And the reality of it shook him to his core to the point where breath was swept out of his lungs as he observes the little creature squirm in his tender hold, tiny jowl opens and close as it continues expressing its lament through whiny cries. But after a moment, the pup grows quiet, but a relief of breath was released when the young pup nuzzles its red nose into his palm, his heart softening as he feels its warm tongue brush said palm as it licks him, as if it recognized the warmth of another soul, sensing it was no longer alone. Lucas takes this calm moment to adjust the pup in his hold and lift it up above his head to check its gender, realizing it to be a female, and gives a quick whiff of her scent drifts up his nostrils when he drew her close to his face to become accustomed to her smell. He summarizes she belonged to the lines of the Pitbull family, her coat a beautiful light fawn adorned with white markings.

“Aye now, who did this t’ya, huh?” Soft, gentle words were cooed beside her ear, hoping his voice would sustain her stilled demeanor as he pets the light brown fur of her spine. A kind grin dances about plump lips that quirks up subtle at a corner, peers down at her in silent fascination as he watches her offer a cute mewl while her body reacts to his touch, seemingly at peace by the strokes he administers. The tender moment is short-lived, though, as he sees her jaw open to utter another cry, causes his eyebrows to curl up with a look of newfound worry. “Hey shhhh…its alright kid.” He shushes her in the manner of a whisper. It suddenly occurs to Lucas that she was probably starving, and by the look of her pintsized frame, appeared to still be in the stage of suckling her mother’s milk. The thought slapped Lucas in the face; where in the world was he going to find milk at this late hour?! The only place he could think of buying formula was from the nearby pet shop, but at this time past midnight it was no doubt closed for the night.

This fresh piece of actualization impels lips to press together, forms a fine line, eyes screwing shut as that familiar surge of indignation ran hot through him, muscles trembling from tension that frustration inspired as the unfortunate authenticity of this situation he involved oneself without hesitation crashes down onto him like a tidal wave, humbly acknowledges how time would dictate when the soul of this creature is to be ensnared by the touch of death. “Dammit.” He swore under his breath, aware a pup her age would die soon if milk wasn’t available; these early stages in her life were crucial where nourishment was the fundamental key to her survival – that being for any newborn brought into this world. Her back is engulfed by his hands when Lucas kindly presses her small form against his chest for a comforting embrace, a throbbing ache residing in the cage of his ribs that travels upward to the walls of his throat as he feels a stroke of hopelessness sink in. There was little he could do to prolong her life…any realist would believe…but as an optimist…he wouldn’t…couldn’t surrender to this tragic fate set out for her.

Lucas wouldn’t allow it. All creatures deserved a chance at life.

Despite the bestial impulses his wolf nature evokes, Lucas had always gravitated toward the less fortunate, extended mercy and care upon those incapacitated who were in dire need of aid he generously renders service; it undermines the classification that unjustly labels all werewolves as beasts who prey on the weak, and to possess this virtuous mindset could be regarded as peculiar in the eyes of modern wolves of this time in age.

But as a new goal flashes within his mind-eye, he rises to his feet as he kept her against his bosom, and without time to waste he whirls around to journey back from whence he came, legs execute long strides across the pavement as he strode back to his apartment in a rush, leaving the busted donation box wide open and accessible clothing now vulnerable to theft in his haste. Unexpected, long-term responsibilities to come regarding the care of a puppy weren’t considered in a senseless state of mind, patience was not on his side to excogitate the way he’d like, but motivated with gracious intentions to deliver her to salvation anyway possible was fueled by a paternal instinct he longed to indulge in – an instinctive motive to nurture this helpless pup who would be dependent on him.