Wilfrith and Grwn - Roughs - Pages 8-9 (Patreon)

This rough is maybe a little too rough if you’re not inside my brain. It’s largely “finished” in the sense that the compositions are down in ways that drawing will lead clarity to. But also maybe I can explain it and you can actually see what’s going on here.

(Pages 8-9, digital roughs from Wilfrith and Grwn)

In Page 8, the tree that is chopping the page up into pseudopanels acts as a divider between the left and right halves of the page so we can maintain our left-right reading expectations. As we look through the shapes made by the branches, we can make out the dot of a figure watching from the distance, lurking between trees. Then on the right side, a figure has made it through a few pseudopanels to let a little bit of time elapse.

A the bottom left, we seeing him peeing on the tree that makes up the structure of the page, and then as he continues, we get a wider shot to see the quadrupedal stalking figure has gotten close. I wanted this to be a soft warning to the reader that… you’re going to see some piss.

A large portion of why I segued so much into erotica was a personal annoyance of the rising tide of internet puritanism. I wanted to make work that draws an unmistakable line in the sand about what is actually fine and normal. Be it queerness, body hair, or just pornography in general. Along with that, there have been a lot of well-intentioned calls for queer erotica that explicitly exclude piss from consideration along with “other bodily wastes and fluids” which is a very strange, and over sensitive lumping of lots of really complicated concepts. So for the inauguration of Monoceros, I figured that if I were going to do a story about two werewolves, there would have to be some element of piss and territorial making baked into the DNA of the thing, otherwise I’d be giving up an opportunity to reiterate my principles. So a bit of a content warning there, I suppose!

And then Page 9, the stalker attacks! A wolf jumps from off panel, takes our man over and he elegantly slips into his own wolf form. I hadn’t yet figured out how I was going to do the white dots in his black fur here yet, but I will figure it out in a few more pages, as you’ll see.