Tekka ΘΔ

a patch embroidery of a black wolf's head, with a centered transgender symbol, on a yellow circle lined with black. placard underneath reads "La Fraternité du Loup-Garou is a leather club for trans men, transmasculine people, and their supporters. Since 2005, La Garou has hosted an annual camping event called CampOUT. Other trans leather clubs include the Twin Cities Sirens and T-Rexx in Minnesota."

thinking about this patch from the Chicago leather museum and how badly I want to earn one

A watercolor illustration titled “What the Creek Said” by Shimi & Critter. On the left, a small brown wren perches among green leaves. A pale blue creek winds down the center of the image, flanked by lush greenery. On the lower right, a golden-brown wolf pup with white markings bends to drink from the stream, eyes closed peacefully. The background is soft earth tones, blending into warm golds and greens. Overlaying the artwork is a poem in typewriter-style font. The poem is about a creature walking on four feet, communing with the forest, and feeling known and held by the land and sky. It evokes themes of Therian identity, creaturely grace, and spiritual belonging. The final lines express a longing not for death but for transformation—“to become, in this exalted creaturely state… to be held at last.” What the Creek Said Today I walked on four feet, although two were enough. The forest did not mind. The creek was speaking —in its clear tongue, …and I bent down, cupped it in paw-hands, drank what it offered— not to survive, but remember. I thought I heard my name, not as the world calls me— not by word nor brazen human sound— but in the gentle shape of air, before shame, before names, in that hush between a leaf …and its falling. I howled, just once and low, not for sorrow, but to join the chorus already going on without me. A wren answered. The cedar leaned closer. And I, made of fur and salt …and breath, I was fed, seen, and known. Somewhere—still far— a lamb watches the gate. But here, right here, the Shepherd’s hand is moss …and lichen and sky. I lay down beside the stone. I do not wish to die. Not now, no… not just yet —But simply to wait. Not to rise, nor to witness, but to become, in this exalted creaturely state. To be held …at last.

“What the Creek Said”

hey there. little one. i’ve been trailing your scent through the wasteland for days. don’t run. i’m not here to hurt you. i’m here to tell you—you’re not wrong. all your life you’ve twitched at shadows, felt eyes where there were none, ached like something was missing just under your skin. they called it dreaming. they called it madness. but i’ve seen it. i’ve seen you. and you’re real. not some soft mistake. not a too-bright child who never learned to settle. you are claws. you are hunger. you are song written in wet leaves and dirt. you are what came before language. don’t you remember? when you used to listen with your whole body? when you could read the sky like scripture? when sleep came only after circling down, nose to tail, heart to moss? you used to know these things. before they taught you to be still. before they filed your teeth and stuffed your mouth with plastic. before the quiet got so loud you forgot how to feel. but i didn’t forget you. and you didn’t lose it. it’s all still inside— the instinct, the kin-sense, the aching need to run without name or reason. the snarl that isn’t anger but love with no words. you’ve tried to play nice. tried to keep your head down, your tail tucked. but i see you. i see what’s under the mask. the beast that paces. the soft creature still watching the trees for a signal. for a friend. for a way home. listen. this world isn’t safe. but it was never meant to be. we weren’t made for steel boxes and lonely kitchens. we were meant for packs. for muddy paws and rib-warmth and eyes that say i know you. i don’t promise ease. but i promise this: you are not alone. you were never alone. so rise. panting, blinking, wild with grief— but rise. and when the night presses in, don’t whisper. howl. howl into the void until something howls back. and then run to it. run to the ones who remember. run like your name depends on it. because it does. i’ve waited so long. we all have come back. come through. come home. — Shimi & Critter

Hey There Little One

"A Howl in Stone"
∆10 Stoneware

Featuring writing from @fox.trickystoop.com @feralfluid.bsky.social @wolfdale.bsky.social @lakehounds.bsky.social @vanillayote.bsky.social @houseofchimeras.bsky.social @wolfears.net @hearthfox.bsky.social and many AHWW users!

A suburban neighborhood at dusk. In the middle of the street a lush forest is visible through a shattered hole in reality, outlining the silhouette of wolf with glowing eyes. A sun-del symbol floats above its head as it stares toward the viewer, beckoning them behind the veil.

When the world goes dark, will you be there?
(🖼️ @farorenightclaw.bsky.social)

illustration of a coastal sea wolf with accompanying text "Canis Lupus Crassodon The Vancouver Coastal sea wolf, also known as the Vancouver Island wolf, coastal wolf or sea wolf is a subspecies of gray wolf, endemic to the coast of the Pacific Northwest. They are a unique subspecies of wolf due to their semi-aquatic lifestyle, which includes a diet that is almost entirely marine-based. One of the defining features of this subspecies is their movements between islands, in some cases swimming up to 12 kilometres (7.5 miles) between landmasses. These movements are sometimes seasonal, including following the migration of salmon, one of their preferred food sources. Along the coast, they will forage for barnacles, clams, mussels, and crabs, digging into the sand with their paws and using powerful jaw muscles to break open shells. They also scavenge whatever has been left behind by the tide, which can include everything from abalone to whale carcasses. illustration by jules z / @juleshroom, text from wikipedia article “Vancouver Coastal Sea wolf”

same illus minus the text!

art trade 4 @creatureindex.bsky.social !!
thanks for letting me draw your wolf <3

a painting of Sif from Dark Souls, a good pup

Sif - watercolour and acryla gouache

Golden field 🌾

YCH for Robin

The finished piece! Coyote & The Stars 🐺💫🌌

It’s acrylic on 8x10 canvas. If anyone would like to grab I’m thinking like $250 for it, dm if interested

A greyscale illustration of four animals; a unicorn, coyote, wolf, and werewolf. The figures float against a white background, the wolf, were, and coyote are bursting and seeping from the unicorn's spine, who cranes her head down toward her outstretched hoof. The coyote and wolf are positioned between the unicorn and the werewolf's large form, the were has one fore submerged in the unicorns back, and its other sits hovering near the wolf as if it were about to loop it around the wolf and hold it close. The wolf has its head turned up almost sitting in the crook of the werewolf's shoulder and neck. Its paws float relaxed. The coyote emerges from the unicorn below the wolf, its upper body curves to follow the slope of the unicorns neck, and the silhouettes of it its hinds can be seen spouting from the belly of the unicorn. Its forepaws steady itself on her neck, one paw tangled in the unicorn's flowing mane. It wears a radio collar. The wolf, were, and unicorn all hold their relaxed heads either upwards or down, their eyes are closed. The coyote, who looks poised to pull itself out of the unicorn entirely, has its eyes open, and its lowered head looks forward, it meets the viewers gaze knowingly and directly.

My piece for NUZ: Zine One 🌕☁️

Oldie but a goodie

Tëwènama | Family

HAPPY THERIAN DAY !!!

forgot to share but i figured i'd post to celebrate the occasion,
i'm wolf (lobo)

🎨 : @rishiyote.bsky.social , thank u so much rrah

best tail I have made I feel

A zine, with text emblazoned on the top and bottom, reading "PROJECT: NUZ NON-HUMAN UNITY ZINE, ZINE ONE. A COLLECTION OF NONHUMAN INFO AND EPHEMERA". the text surrounds a canid circumscribed by a theta-delta, with the crossbar of the theta laying across its muzzle.

✨PROJECT: NUZ ZINEONE✨

Howdy!! We have a whole new edition of the Nonhuman Unity Zine for you to share and enjoy, with new arts, writing, and information, plus a few new features and gimmicks! We hope you enjoy, and RTs ARE APPRECIATED!

(Not screen-reader friendly post, pdf files at the end!)

happy therianthropy day ☁️🌕

Gray Fox in the Shoreline
ink and digital color

my lil coyote friend

Trickster

two versions of my art trade with @creatureindex.bsky.social !
#myart

hated creatures

My truesona/pelt with a butterfly on her nose done by locallycan

@locallycan.bsky.social did it again, this time of my truesona!
This piece brings me so much joy, and definitely fits my personality to a T.

Thank you, I'm so emotional looking at this, still ;v;

Whenever I went outside this summer, butterflies would land on me, and it felt like this.

courtesy extremeslash in the replies

a little gray fox 🍁

pumpkin patch visitor

WRARARARAH !!!! rly rly pretty piece by @ kr00bs.com of wolves !!!!!! thank u again !!

A painting of a silver and tawny furred coyote on a green and violet background, mouth open in a threat display.

A painting of a coyote in bright orange, head thrown back in a howl. The fur is stylized into interlocking brushstroke shapes.

🔸February Coyote Studies 5 & 6 🔸
More 1 hour coyote studies! I had to go over on time with the green one due to not having a solid initial drawing, but took that lesson to heart for the rest of the studies and found much better success!

A painting of a coyote leaping, rendered in shard-like brushstrokes in grey, pink, orange and pale yellow.

🔸February Coyote Study 7 🔸
This one was a little unusual- leaning further into the brushstroke stylization from the previous study and testing how far I could go with abstracting info.