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Forgive the stupid title please. -__- Admittedly, this isn't the best introduction to a new character, because... well... this is technically not a scene that should be happening between these two, and isn't exactly story-canonical just yet. Maybe ever.

If anyone remembers, the lady on the left is Lili the Werewolf Girl. The guy on the right, who I haven't done a finished picture of before (whoops ) is Arran the Werewolf Boy. She's a Silent Strider philodox, he's a Fianna ragabash (who is Scottish, good with explosives, with a criminal record about a mile long), and according to WoD werewolf law, they reaaaaally shouldn't be doing what they appear to have finished doing. O_o

Arran is part of the werewolf pack Lili is traveling with (though not actually part of), she has a (truly ill-advised) crush on him that may or may not be unrequited, but she really can't do anything about it because Garou aren't allowed to get with other Garou for pretty much the same reason relatives aren't supposed to get with each other: because it's a really huge taboo, and the offspring that results from a Garou/Garou coupling is always somehow either physically deformed or mentally disabled. To clarify, Lili and Arran are NOT related and didn't grow up together or anything that would cause them to have already have a relationship that's more familial than friendly. The law states "Garou shall not mate with Garou", but whether that implies "do what you want, just don't have kids" or "don't get with other werewolves at all" is totally up to interpretation. One way or another, it's not exactly the most clear-cut situation....That being said, she has no designs on babymaking just yet, so I'm hoping for seeecret hookups.

Btw, if you're curious, that nasty wallpaper texture behind the head of the bed is intentionally awful. Their whole pack pretty much lives out of motels with ultra-dated decor. This is a major step down for an upper-middle-class Connecticut girl like Lili, but she's coming around to appreciating the Wandering Life for what it is.

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Forgive the stupid title please. -__- Admittedly, this isn't the best introduction to a new character, because... well... this is technically not a scene that should be happening between these two, and isn't exactly story-canonical just yet. Maybe ever.

If anyone remembers, the lady on the left is Lili the Werewolf Girl. The guy on the right, who I haven't done a finished picture of before (whoops ) is Arran the Werewolf Boy. She's a Silent Strider philodox, he's a Fianna ragabash (who is Scottish, good with explosives, with a criminal record about a mile long), and according to WoD werewolf law, they reaaaaally shouldn't be doing what they appear to have finished doing. O_o

Arran is part of the werewolf pack Lili is traveling with (though not actually part of), she has a (truly ill-advised) crush on him that may or may not be unrequited, but she really can't do anything about it because Garou aren't allowed to get with other Garou for pretty much the same reason relatives aren't supposed to get with each other: because it's a really huge taboo, and the offspring that results from a Garou/Garou coupling is always somehow either physically deformed or mentally disabled. To clarify, Lili and Arran are NOT related and didn't grow up together or anything that would cause them to have already have a relationship that's more familial than friendly. The law states "Garou shall not mate with Garou", but whether that implies "do what you want, just don't have kids" or "don't get with other werewolves at all" is totally up to interpretation. One way or another, it's not exactly the most clear-cut situation....That being said, she has no designs on babymaking just yet, so I'm hoping for seeecret hookups.

Btw, if you're curious, that nasty wallpaper texture behind the head of the bed is intentionally awful. Their whole pack pretty much lives out of motels with ultra-dated decor. This is a major step down for an upper-middle-class Connecticut girl like Lili, but she's coming around to appreciating the Wandering Life for what it is.