I'm sure that bit about the only beast in Coyote being "MAN" is in all caps because it's BAD! MAN IS BAD! Also, we start with illegal immigration and no explanation why, we don't know if the lady is fleeing an abusive home life or if she's seeking better opportunities, all we know is stale tortillas, cattle water, and man is the worst beast of all! Or something. Most other WoD books have interesting art and aren't blown up to gigantic font size. Giant font with ink smudges passing themselves off as images. She just hasn’t grown her bangs as long as yours yet.So, the entire opening story is presented like this. “Moo!” She calls out just to be even more obnoxious and make the other laugh. She jolts up in her seat like an overjoyed toddler and squeaks, “oh, my goodness! Look at all these cows, Axy! Aren’t they so cute? Why aren’t they black and white, though? I thought all cows were black and white.” Giggling, she points at a large herd of cows outside and waves at them. She opens her mouth and is about to share one of her assumptions with the redhead when something distracts her. We should play a game, you know? I’ll try to guess where we’re going and if I’m right, you’ll buy me a milkshake when we get there,” she playfully suggests, reaching over the console and turning the music down just enough for them to hear one another. One could even say that she’s glowing again. For the first time in months, Erin is completely relaxed and actually feeling good.
That’s how they find themselves in a car, heading in the direction only known to the redhead. She’s tired and grouchy and easily irritated, and all the hormonal changes in her body only pour more gasoline over the already burning fire. She can’t truly count on anyone because no one understands what she’s going through. But the worst part about this whole ordeal? She feels like she’s alone. All she does when the sun goes down is toss and turn and waddle to the bathroom. Her feet swell almost every single day, her back and legs ache constantly, she has to go to the bathroom every twenty minutes and even after hours and hours of nothing but frustrations, she rarely gets any sleep at night. However, this particular summer is unlike anything she’s ever experienced. Born and raised in the Valley, the curly-haired brunette has grown used to the heat index being above the 90s. Summers in California are usually hot and dry. Despite Erin’s best efforts, this pregnancy has been anything but a joyful ride, especially the third trimester. There’s a lot of stress and pressure on both of them. She doubts it can last until the end of September, let alone the beginning of November. Willow Amelia will be here in a few weeks and their marriage is hanging by a thread. Especially when she reminds herself that it’s no longer just the two of them - they’re having a baby and the timing couldn’t possibly be worse. She thinks of running away so often that every time her eyes flicker to the ring on her finger, she can’t help but feel repulsed.
There’s always some sort of tension between them and it’s driving her insane. They always find something to bicker about, whether it’s something as unimportant as a leaky faucet or something that originates from a much bigger issue like random outbursts of jealousy and anger. She can count on the fingers of one hand the days when she was genuinely happy from the moment that she opened her eyes in the morning to the second she closed them at night. Ever since their wedding in April, everything has been spiraling down, with a few ups here and there but nothing truly significant. The last few months have been challenging and difficult for Erin, to say the least. All Bubasti also hunger for knowledge, devouring all the lore they can, but Zil seems a bit annoyed by the amount of book-learning she’s being expected to do by her elders! Which makes sense-she was one of the very rare (long story) Bubasti born in feline form, not human form, so reading isn’t really her learning style. She’s got the same look all Bubasti do-skinny and long-limbed, black hair, dusky skin, green eyes, and very attractive. They’re often called “shadowcats” and so I uncreatively named this girl Zil, which is Arabic for “shadow”. Most are real-world big cats, but the Bubasti are a fictional Egyptian species called a “Kyphur cat” which seems to be a moderately sized wildcat that looks like the cliche SLINKY BLACK EGYPTIAN CAT but larger (and probably without natural eyeliner) Probs not gonna do anything with her, just wanted to draw. The Bastet are werecats, and there’s nine tribes, each corresponding to a different type of cat. I’ve been going through the Bastet book from “Werewolf: The Apocalypse” to make RP memes so I of course inevitably had to make a Bastet.
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