Overwatch Artwork Novels & Stories

After I shower, I opt for a wife beater and a pair of loose-fitting shorts. My right forearm is still scabbed over from my latest tattoo. Every time I look at it, I am proud that I now have my pack displayed on my body. It had taken me a while to draw out the design just the way I wanted it to look. It depicts a full moon coming up over a hazy horizon. A wolf's head with bright red eyes is baring its teeth as it emerges forth from the moons' surface.

Liam asked me to try and befriend him and try wearing sexy clothes on my way out. As soon as Isis left the room and locked the door behind her, I dropped off the painting on the table by the side of my bed and got off the bed. I took one last glance at the painting; it was a tattoo I saw on Owen's hand. It resembled a skull, but not necessarily that. It had some weird complications to it too, and I was trying to draw those out, but they were not quite looking like the real thing. What were the chances that I could get Owen to submit his body to me so I could paint every single piece of art on him?