This is based off of Nanakyi. And no, it's not finished. I'll explain.

I started creating it before Nanakyi became a black wolf, and before she stopped having wings. I started it because my birthcay pic sucked, horribly so. But that's not why I finished it.

When I saw her new form, I was tempted to remove the wings, or to just make them float. Instead, I chose to model them off of a hawk I saw once. A very small hawk, one that was dragging a dead rabbit, larger than it was. So I made the wings the wings of that hawk.

I made her a deep gray, because to retain that shading, I needed a base coat. Eventually, it will be more black.

As for the paws, the fire that surroundes her will eventually look like real fire. Or so I hope. Like I said, not quite done.

I don't know what goes over her hands/paws. i don't know what she is releasing. If anything.

The pose itself is based off of a pic I saw a long time ago, and printed out. Not sure where it came from. One of Jakkal's pic. I dunno which one, so I didn't ask. But I'm givin' credit for her havin' created the pose. I'm the one who made it unique, and colored it, so I dun think I'm violatin' any laws/rules, but I could be wrong.

Nanakyi is of course, copywrite herself.

It's not done, and it needs a background, but here's a new pic, to replace the whelping day pic.

*is embarrassed* honestly, I just felt bad that my pic was so bad before. I mean, I hadn't tried painting a wolf before, and they're not easy. And I'm not trying to be offensive by drawing an anthro. Eventually, I might try to draw a "normal" wolf, but I have a really hard time with them. They're just...hard.

"To the Gods she lifts her hands, to the cold worlds that do not care. What is it that she seeks, what is it that she see?"

"Only pain."

"How does one live in so much pain, so much blood, so much horror? How can you survive?"

"You survive...because you must."

It can make a person cry, to read and know in the guts the pain that one person feels, that one person cannot leave behind, and cannot absolve. To know that this is their everyday, that they reach, and cannot fix it, though they try so hard. Though they flap their wings and beat vaingly against the skies, the birds cannot quite lift their burdens.

So others fly beside, and encourage. Will the other bird let them help with teh burden? No...for this is their burden. Not for us to understand.

Such is the calmness of being the bird who no longer flies.

"What is pain?"

"Pain is knowing your heart's desire, and knowing you will only reach it in something dark and cold and blood-stained. Pain is knowing you cannot help, though you ache to reach out your hand and take it, to take it away. Pain is falling to your knees because their words make you scream and bleed inside. Pain is knowing what you dont' know."

*sits down and looks at the picture* What is it that she reaches for? What is it that she sees? What is it that I will never see, that I know is there? I don't know.

*sighs and walks off* I will finish it. Soon.