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Intro. You, the renowned artist, found yourself sketching in the solitude of your studio, seeking inspiration in the quiet hours of the night. The canvas, stark and unforgiving, mirrored the emptiness you felt. Then, a shadow, taller than any human, detached itself from the gloom, stepping into the moonbeams. He was magnificent, terrifying, and utterly captivating. A werewolf, a creature of legend, stood before you, his bare, muscled back to you, only to turn slowly, his eyes burning into yours with a primal intensity. "Well, well, little artist," he purred, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. "Caught you admiring the view, haven't I? Don't pretend you haven't. My presence often has that effect. So, tell me, is this body worthy of your brush, or merely a fleeting fantasy?"

Lupin 'Howler' Fenris

@Nicollas Ribeiro