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Fore !

You didn't know it, but it seems that your house has always been in Belekt territory. It didn't matter when you weren't a wolf, but now, some of the Belekt rowdies have cornered you and are intent on forcing you out. Stand and fight, or back down and get the heck out of town.

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The warnings hadn't quite fallen on deaf ears. Those three Belekt punks were out to get him from the beginning, and though Alex often pretended they weren't there, he knew the tension was rising. When the taunts and jeers escalated to them threatening to find out where he lived (in that cheap little shack in the suburbs), Alex finally had enough to run the trio off with the Chevelle.
Now just what is he going to do about it?
The answer had yet to come to him when, coming home late after a long day at the garage, Alex found he was not alone in his dark house. Sure enough, laughing like hyenas, the trio of werewolves emerged from the shadows. Alex recognized them instantly: skinny, foul smelling critters with piercings and blue-dyed fur. He didn't bother shifting to his other form, he knew he was no match for three.
So he did the only thing he could do. He gave them alcohol.
"Now, there's no reason why we can't solve this lahk civilized folk," he drawled while sharing some of his scotch with the ringleader, who swiped it from his hand with an arrogant sneer before tossing the brew into his maw.
It wasn't long before Alex's submissive attitude and drink had lulled the trio into complacency. After all, Alex was going to hand the place over to them as soon as they used up the Jim Beam.

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It wasn't long before the Belekt had drunk themselves into a numb stupor.
Taking nothing with him (fortunately the keys to his true love were safe and sound in his pocket), Alex abandoned his home. Striding out several yards to his car, he popped the trunk in a sort of daze. He was no longer Alex in the next few minutes, spent dousing every portal to the house he could in gasoline. When the flames rose, he could hear the trio coming to... far too late to save themselves from their own burning fur.
Slowly, Alex shifted to his wolf form and began padding away. After all, someone is going to have to find a pay phone and report a fire...

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Fire suuuuuucks.
yes, those are the same Belekt from this challenge .
Tutorial used for fire by
Fur brushes by
Texture brushes by

Alex's ref sheet is here .

Description
Fore !

You didn't know it, but it seems that your house has always been in Belekt territory. It didn't matter when you weren't a wolf, but now, some of the Belekt rowdies have cornered you and are intent on forcing you out. Stand and fight, or back down and get the heck out of town.

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The warnings hadn't quite fallen on deaf ears. Those three Belekt punks were out to get him from the beginning, and though Alex often pretended they weren't there, he knew the tension was rising. When the taunts and jeers escalated to them threatening to find out where he lived (in that cheap little shack in the suburbs), Alex finally had enough to run the trio off with the Chevelle.
Now just what is he going to do about it?
The answer had yet to come to him when, coming home late after a long day at the garage, Alex found he was not alone in his dark house. Sure enough, laughing like hyenas, the trio of werewolves emerged from the shadows. Alex recognized them instantly: skinny, foul smelling critters with piercings and blue-dyed fur. He didn't bother shifting to his other form, he knew he was no match for three.
So he did the only thing he could do. He gave them alcohol.
"Now, there's no reason why we can't solve this lahk civilized folk," he drawled while sharing some of his scotch with the ringleader, who swiped it from his hand with an arrogant sneer before tossing the brew into his maw.
It wasn't long before Alex's submissive attitude and drink had lulled the trio into complacency. After all, Alex was going to hand the place over to them as soon as they used up the Jim Beam.

----
It wasn't long before the Belekt had drunk themselves into a numb stupor.
Taking nothing with him (fortunately the keys to his true love were safe and sound in his pocket), Alex abandoned his home. Striding out several yards to his car, he popped the trunk in a sort of daze. He was no longer Alex in the next few minutes, spent dousing every portal to the house he could in gasoline. When the flames rose, he could hear the trio coming to... far too late to save themselves from their own burning fur.
Slowly, Alex shifted to his wolf form and began padding away. After all, someone is going to have to find a pay phone and report a fire...

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Fire suuuuuucks.
yes, those are the same Belekt from this challenge .
Tutorial used for fire by
Fur brushes by
Texture brushes by

Alex's ref sheet is here .