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And next part!
Chapter 5:
I assume this is a time where Wolfwood really really didn’t want to pull the trigger. Because as much as Livio has changed, he still once was a part of his family.
Wolfwood, spying Chapel with the eyes of a hunter. (I like to say “hunter” instead of “killer” as a hunter, much like a wolf, can also be someone who only kills to protect? Maybe? I’m trying to make sense but it’s late and I’m mostly spilling thoughts that come to my mind as I read these pages again)
Looks like this show of supreme fighting instinct is smth Chapel is proud of. Ugh, Wolfwood is no longer a part of you! You have no right to be proud of what he does or what he has become!
No super cure without some nasty side effects. Or a price, the price being that they itselves take a toll on the body.
Oh the way the light is set, the composition, this is a very beautiful panel! Hmm I like when we get tone gradiant from dark to light!
Razlo!!! Teheee. Also what the hell is the deal with that third armm?? I want to know the logistics, how is it connected to the body? Can it rotate 360°?
Chapter 6:
Farewell Nicholas my ass that man is not done yet and you still have to pay for what you did to him, old man.
Oh I think I got it just now that they sacrificed one of the three dudes in order to distract Wolfwood with his blood and flesh. Best employee of the month, but at what price!
A Wolfwood in the wild will spread all its limbs far apart to appear more big and threatening.
First of all: oh dear oh dear oh dear. Second: I dore how Nightow draws so dynamic, like in these moments with quick movement, he draws the limbs without too much care for the joints. Stressing the speed and direction of movement by having the limbs flail behind and also kinda angling them like the speedlines. AND making it more dynamic by adding perspective, cause the hands are bigger and just a bit in the foreground!
D’awwwww he looks like a happy little vampire!
No stop don’t give me Wolfwood thoughs, they will make me sad :((
Vash, in Wolfwood’s mind: standing upright and proud and a smile on his face.
Me, the reader: *bawling internally*
oh oh oh in that moment he was saying to Vash what Chapel once taught him!
It is a crime that I’m reading these pages while stopping in between to comment so I’ll read these first and comment afterwards. The impact of Wolfwood’s thoughts is so so strong. Let me just…post the rest of the chapter in one go.
You really, really need to read the last chapters of vol9 in one go and directly start with vol10 to get the best feeling and flow of storytelling. Complete quietness around you or some music playing, but something that makes you focus only on these words and the emotions and ….everything.
And oh my god oh my I just tried to get behind the meaning of the last sentence and I might have found something. Please look at the lyrics for “Time” by Pink Floyd. The last verse especially but also, the whole song fits??? I can no longer listen to this the same way:
“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say
Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can
When I come home
Cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones
Beside the fire
Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell”
Also what a beautiful end note to end this review with.