#el lobo

[coco--rock]

do you think Death was in the church at the end of Shrek? Because I do.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Death the Wolf in RotG:

So I saw some cute af art of Death/The Wolf/La Muerte having a dynamic with Bunnymund (aka Spirit of Hope/Rebirth), and made me start thinking of how Death presence could influence the story.

He's not a Guardian. His role extends far beyond that.

He is one of many death entities. But he is *The* Death that chooses to reveal himself to the Guardians and their ilk.

After Manny, he is the first spirit Jack Frost encounters. After all, when Winter blows, Death is not far behind.

Death initially appears as a normal-ish wolf to Jack. It is only when the freshly "born" winter spirit starts asking questions does Death begin standing on two feet.

Death may or may not become a bit of a mentor/father-figure to Jack. The old wolf would never admit it, but he has a soft spot for the frosty lobito. The boy brings light to the harsh quiet of Winter.

Death knows what happened to Jackson Overland Frost. He does not feel it is Jack's burden to bear the heart of his past life, though the boy would argue otherwise.

The Wind knows Death well - he travels upon her much like how Jack does. He does find it a little annoying how she feels the need to announce his presence though,

Death is seen as an unsavoury but necessary fellow by the Guardians and other nature spirits. A real mood-killer at gatherings. But they like that he's willing to bend the rules if the situation amuses him.

Pitch is terrified of Death. Death knows this. Death savours the Boogeyman's fear. Fear is after all, a logic response based in preservation of one's life.

Death knows Mother Nature very well. They are polite acquaintances. He wonders if her father knows who she truly is.

Death's greatest rival is E Aster Bunnymund. With "The Easter Bunny" being a spirit of hope, rebirth, and Springtime; Death once thought the Pooka was Eostre herself. Death enjoys teasing the life spirit with his presence, and in turn, Bunny enjoys snatching Death's targets from him. Its a double smooth-talker/tsundere dynamic.

Bunny is usually the one called upon when people experience near-deaths. Him and Death get into pretty heated arguments whenever Bunny shows up to revive a cat.

Being a canine, Death hates chocolate. Bunny knows this and will openly flaunt his confectionary skills whenever the wolf enters the Warren.

When the subject of discussion is Jack; it can sound like two parents arguing over a child. North, Sandy, and Tooth have noticed.

Death knows of the loss the Guardian of Hope has endured. He finds it admirable that the Pooka still found the hope to continue living after the loss of his people. He is curious how slippery Bunny managed to outrun all those centuries though - Tsar Luna does play favourites after all

I am seriously considering writing a fic of this crossover.

[floridianfireflyfaith]

Life and Death

HEAR ME OUT THO.

I just think they would have some really interesting interactions. The whole red/blue dichotomy. The idea that Roz SHOULDN'T be alive but she is. Flowers grow right on her body and limbs if given the chance. And she's dedicated herself to protecting and preserving the life around her.

[starsfic]

A quick little story based on my Life figure for Puss in Boots...

Once upon a time, when the world was new, Life and Death gambled to agree on how long each creature should live. They sat and wagered over cards under a great willow tree at the far, far edge of the world. Whoever won would decide the lifespan of the next animal.

Death bet for a longer life, which he gave to turtles and whales.

Life bet for a shorter death, which she gave to mayflies and shrews.

While these things might seem strange and opposing to each other's nature, Death and Life loved each other. Death enjoyed watching Life's creations as they enjoyed every second of life, and Life enjoyed watching Death's works of art as death claimed them.

At the other end of the world, shaded by a vineyard, there was a colony of cats.

Now, cats had been given a fair life. Not too long, not too short. At least, it would be this way, except this colony was constantly hunted by wolves. Every day, another cat would be gobbled up before they could truly enjoy life.

One day, a young cat, daring and sneaky, decided to do something. "I will find Life and ask her to help us!" he proclaimed. His comrades cheered and insisted he take a fine bottle of wine, made from the grapes that grew in the vineyard, and nine small white stones, for in case he died.

The cat set off, sneaking past the wolves, and after many long days and nights, found the edge of the world, found the great willow tree, and found Life and Death, wagering over lifespans.

Life had been on a winning streak, so she was in a good mood. When the cat approached, she bade him to sit at the table. The cat did and asked what they were doing. "We are setting up the lifespans," she announced, holding up her cards. "If I win, the animal gets a short life. If Death wins, the animal gets a long life."

"She has been winning every round for the past five times," Death groused.

"Oh!" the cat said. "May I play? It would be nice to take a quick break and just play for fun, right?"

Life agreed, for she enjoyed the brief pleasures her domain offered. After a moment of thought, Death agreed, stepping back and offering his cards to the cat. The cat settled down and began to play.

At first, Life won. After a few rounds, she slapped her cards down. "Oh, stop that! You're letting me win!"

"Apologies, my lady," the cat said. "I didn't mean to insult." He pulled out the bottle of wine. "May I offer this as apology?"

Life agreed and had Death pour her and the cat a glass each. When she tasted the wine, she found it so sweet that she threw back the whole glass. Death refilled it quickly.

The next few rounds were a bit more even. The cat won some, Life won some, the cat lost some, Life lost some. Life continued to drink with Death refilling her glass each time. Eventually, Life was tipsy and quite cheery.

Eventually, she set her cards down, winning another round. "Alright, cat!" she hiccuped. "You...have been such a good player...that I wanna reward you! I had so much fun!"

"Of course, my lady," the cat said. "What may I ask for?"

"Anything!"

"Anything?" Death and the cat said together, Death with concern and the cat with poorly hidden glee.

"Anything! Name it!"

"I want to extend the lifespans of all cats," the cat said on the spot.

Life went quiet. Death growled, enraged. "You want what?" she said, no longer cheery. This was strange magic, known only by Life and Death, and could not be changed willy-nilly.

"Not by much, mind you. But my colony suffers. Wolves attack us before we can fully enjoy your gifts. I simply wish for a few more years."

Life once again went quiet, but no longer in shock. No, she pondered. She thought, tapping one nail against the table.

"If you want, we can wager it," the cat offered, pulling out the nine stones. "For each round I win, I get a stone. For each round you win, you get a stone."

Life was still quiet. She picked up a stone, seeming to weigh it, considering its smoothness. "I see your game," she said very quietly. "Alright. I'll make you an offer. We play the game and, as you suggest, each round we win, we each get a stone. At the end, the amount of stones you have, every cat will get a life."

"What?"

"If they die, they will come back to life, as if nothing happened." she explained. "But they will be limited to those lives. No cheating."

The cat agreed.

The two began to play.

This was no longer a fun, friendly game. Life and the cat played with immense focus. Life was determined not to lose, but the cat was determined to win. Not just for himself, but for his colony.

One round. Two rounds.

One stone. Two stones.

Three rounds. Four rounds.

Three stones. Four rounds.

Five, six, seven...

Five, six, seven...

Eight.

Eight.

Nine-

Nine stones sat on the cat's side.

"Thank you very much," he said, giving a polite bow as Life stared and Death growled. "I am honored."

And with that, he left, running all the way home back to his colony. His family rejoiced when the news came.

The next time the wolves came, they were surprised when the cats attacked. The cats did not care for their teeth and claw. Every time a wolf killed one, its injuries healed and it came back to life.

But the cat's cleverness did not go without punishment.

Eventually, Life grew outraged at being tricked. She declared that the cats, throughout their nine lives, would be hunted. Not by wolves, no, no. She created a foul little insect to which disease clung and called it the flea.

So, that is why cats have nine lives and are always hunted by fleas.

[papajoolia]

more pussnboots art  comin ur way soon here’s some wips 

[huckleberryduckies]

Which God of Death is hotter?

Death the Wolf (El Lobo De La Muerte)

Narinder (The One Who Waits)

Voting ended onFeb 2, 2025

[juniemunie]

Puss and Death interacting in the Forever After Timeline cause THE POSSIBILITIES ARE SO FUN

And smth with 'plot' that I'll prooobably expand on later, maybe-

[msbunnat]

I like this drawing a lot