Your death opens a door. It’s nothing personal.
Well… maybe it is a little personal. You’ve been a pain in my arse, after all.
I’ve been busy with school and prepping for codextober but hey here’s some Halloween season adjacent doodles of Wereraven Haytham!
I’ve had this idea for a long while now but haven’t gotten to drawing it proper yet but yeah this was fun :))
Why Raven? I thought it’s a suitable animal for haytham for its aesthetics and cunning, and also matches with the English background (the story of the ravens at the Tower of London to prevent disaster seems fitting for Haytham’s self righteous reasonings of upholding the Templars)
The curse isn’t fully fleshed out here, I was just doing this for a fun art thing. Also wanna note that he doesn’t retain memories of his human form.
More wereraven!haytham doodles (mild body horror under the cut— just with the face and teeth. If you know me and my teeth issues you’ll know I hated this lol)
Old au stuff that isn’t going to go anywhere at this point. Funny thing is, I’d started writing the fic to this au years ago and it’s absolute trash now but the first couple chapters exist. Somewhere. Probably on my old external, which is where they’ll stay. Forever.
“I was one of the lucky ones, you see, who had a mother to kiss me good night, and a father who did, too.”
