werewolf.

fenrir is the original werewolf.
uh-huh.
the odin-munching, moon-swallowing son of a half-giant god,
walking as a wolfen warlord warg of gargantuan proportions,
biting the hand that holds him,
and breaking the ties that bind.
that's what's up with really real hard-style warrior poetry.
like, the F*ing edda,  neighbors.
anyway,
i tattooed him on a dude yesterday,
and i had a good time doing it.
as usual,
the photo is half as good as it should be....
it's almost as if the secret universal plan is trying to punish me
for making an honest effort at workplace documentation.
awwwwwwww.
whatever- that's probablt true,
but check the teleport regardless:

windy wolf destroyer jauns,
with lightning-striking viking bolts blasting around the wrist, too.
pretty psyched i left blood in the eye, too.
if, by psyched,
i actually mean that i have yet another faulty facsimile of the fruit of my day's work.
damn.
it's cool, tho, guys.
sean is a great client, and he really has committed to coming in and making it happen.
that's what i appreciate the most.
follow-through.
it's an expert quality,
and i admire it in others a great deal.
i'm grateful for the opportunity to do fun tattoos,
i'm agonizing over my inability to adequately capture it for posterity.
maybe that's not the point?
i dunno;
never quiet, never soft.....