"I tire of this speech, brother," Benjamin growled, the wispy fur on the back of his neck wavering like spider's silk as he bristled with a growing impatience. "I don't understand why we can't simply kill the fool and get it over with."
Salem raised an eyebrow at the other dog, regarding him with amusement as he padded forward, one clawed, skeletal paw in front of the other. "And this is why you will never be more than the brawn, my dear Benjamin," he said coolly.
Whoo ghetto story thing is ghetto and terrible. xD
So yeah, treated myself for getting most of the commissions done so quickly, decided to draw some art of my two Borzoi shapeshifter bros Salem and Benjamin. Haven't QUITE figured out their story yet...but it'll come soon enough. ;D