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LYCAN CHRIS LYCAN CHRIS
Behind somewhat closed doors
So I was no longer happy with the polycule of doom references...so I'm working on redoing them! I thought I'd post them in batches of 3-4??? So here's the first 3!
Some more Lycan Chris art, mostly just redrawing that same scene i did before but I like these better
Got Lycan!Chris on the brain today, made some edits and a gif of him with eyeshine
"Chris?"
She had gotten fairly good at finding the right campfire to get back to her brother after only a short time in the Fog. He should be here.
"Chris? Don't tell me you've gone off to Europe again without me." - adding under her breath - "Especially if it's with Wesker again..."
{ from @heaven-made-sister
Chris laid in a heap, cloaked beneath the small layer of fog that seemed to roll over everything within sight, including himself. The cold texture of the dirt was a comfort, even if what remained of his uniform dragged low. Still did his skin burn, yet no longer over the open flame that was his own body. It was all too much. The mere sight of himself wanted to make him throw up. He tried, yet he only succeeded in dry heaving for a period of time, before finding calm in hiding inward. It was better this way, to retreat. The agent couldn't give a damn if that large spider dragged him by the spine into one of her games. He wouldn't risk hurting anyone like this, not when he wasn't sure what he was capable of. The damage done where he roamed was enough to tell him all he needed to know, especially with hands like knives perpetually at his side. He smelt her before he even heard her. Eyes darted up, fur raised in equal shock. This was all some cruel joke- of all the people that could have found him like this, before he could figure out a way to fix it. Quickly did Chris raise, working to back himself up, growling low from his throat in warning as the scent grew overwhelming. Before he could allow himself to do something he might regret, he flung himself up and onto a tree, intending to climb it. The weight of himself proved to be too much with hands uncoordinated, dragging down instead until he landed on his side.
POV: u stumble on Chris and Ghost in an alleyway
Photobash made with an alleyway stock image, Chris’ re8 model, and a photo of myself as reference for Ghost Also no, Ghost isn’t tiny, she’s 5’5, Chris is just big in this form
Lore dump below the cut, be warned that while I’m faithful to the universe lore, I do take some mild creative freedom with infections and mutations