🪶🌿 Grey Shaman 🌿🪶
@grey-shaman.bsky.social
Werewolf illustrator.
I conjure beings on the edge: between human and beast, spirit and flesh, myth and shadow. My art tells stories of passage, awakening, and power.
Open for commissions
I conjure beings on the edge: between human and beast, spirit and flesh, myth and shadow. My art tells stories of passage, awakening, and power.
Open for commissions
Stickers commission
December 8, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Stickers commission
Icon commission
November 17, 2025 at 1:42 PM
Icon commission
When the veil between worlds grows thin, the fire speaks in the tongue of spirits.
Under the moon’s gaze, the werebeast summons the night
flame and starlight weaving around her like a living spell.
May this #Halloween awaken your ancient magic. 🌕🔥🍂
Under the moon’s gaze, the werebeast summons the night
flame and starlight weaving around her like a living spell.
May this #Halloween awaken your ancient magic. 🌕🔥🍂
October 31, 2025 at 10:33 AM
When the veil between worlds grows thin, the fire speaks in the tongue of spirits.
Under the moon’s gaze, the werebeast summons the night
flame and starlight weaving around her like a living spell.
May this #Halloween awaken your ancient magic. 🌕🔥🍂
Under the moon’s gaze, the werebeast summons the night
flame and starlight weaving around her like a living spell.
May this #Halloween awaken your ancient magic. 🌕🔥🍂
Icon commission~
October 23, 2025 at 10:06 PM
Icon commission~
Beneath the veil of dense darkness, where even the moon fears to glance too closely, he stands. His face is hidden beneath the mysterious visage of a spirit, and on his forehead glows the mark of the moon, an ancient symbol of knowledge, cycles, and eternal return.
September 3, 2025 at 5:02 PM
Beneath the veil of dense darkness, where even the moon fears to glance too closely, he stands. His face is hidden beneath the mysterious visage of a spirit, and on his forehead glows the mark of the moon, an ancient symbol of knowledge, cycles, and eternal return.
Under the moonlight, silver and fragile as the breath of winter’s wind, he stands—a wolf with eyes the color of cold lavender, where echoes of distant dreams and forebodings tremble. His fur is like the night sky, softened by gray shadows of clouds,
September 2, 2025 at 12:32 PM
Under the moonlight, silver and fragile as the breath of winter’s wind, he stands—a wolf with eyes the color of cold lavender, where echoes of distant dreams and forebodings tremble. His fur is like the night sky, softened by gray shadows of clouds,
I have to go back to my homeland
🔥Commissions are open🔥
If you’ve ever wished to support my work — now is the moment. I need to gather $600 by October to return to the country where I was born and resolve urgent matters.
Every commission is more than art — it’s a step on my path home.
🔥Commissions are open🔥
If you’ve ever wished to support my work — now is the moment. I need to gather $600 by October to return to the country where I was born and resolve urgent matters.
Every commission is more than art — it’s a step on my path home.
August 7, 2025 at 2:33 PM
I have to go back to my homeland
🔥Commissions are open🔥
If you’ve ever wished to support my work — now is the moment. I need to gather $600 by October to return to the country where I was born and resolve urgent matters.
Every commission is more than art — it’s a step on my path home.
🔥Commissions are open🔥
If you’ve ever wished to support my work — now is the moment. I need to gather $600 by October to return to the country where I was born and resolve urgent matters.
Every commission is more than art — it’s a step on my path home.
As if a spring morning had taken shape — this joyful creature smiles at the world through delicate sakura petals. In their gaze lies sincerity, and in their laughter — a lightness, as if each blossom around responds with a tender touch🌸
Commissions open
Commissions open
July 29, 2025 at 12:31 PM
As if a spring morning had taken shape — this joyful creature smiles at the world through delicate sakura petals. In their gaze lies sincerity, and in their laughter — a lightness, as if each blossom around responds with a tender touch🌸
Commissions open
Commissions open
The winds of the unseen world whisper through grasses and treetops: it is time to create. The spirits — ancient as the Forest itself — lean over your soul, extending invisible hands not to guide, but to awaken.
July 18, 2025 at 2:32 PM
The winds of the unseen world whisper through grasses and treetops: it is time to create. The spirits — ancient as the Forest itself — lean over your soul, extending invisible hands not to guide, but to awaken.
In his gaze lies the calm of an ancient forest and the resolve of a predator who has walked through centuries. His lupine form, majestic and steadfast like a figure carved from mountain stone, hides beneath thick fur a strength of spirit powerful enough to tame the storm.
Commissions are open🌿
Commissions are open🌿
July 17, 2025 at 12:56 PM
In his gaze lies the calm of an ancient forest and the resolve of a predator who has walked through centuries. His lupine form, majestic and steadfast like a figure carved from mountain stone, hides beneath thick fur a strength of spirit powerful enough to tame the storm.
Commissions are open🌿
Commissions are open🌿
From fox to werewolf 🐺✨
Under the cold full moon, she awakens — a fusion of beast and spirit.
Crimson eyes hold forgotten flames, her grin hides ancient truths.
Twilight fur, claws that brush the void — she is moonlight given form.
Comms open
Under the cold full moon, she awakens — a fusion of beast and spirit.
Crimson eyes hold forgotten flames, her grin hides ancient truths.
Twilight fur, claws that brush the void — she is moonlight given form.
Comms open
July 15, 2025 at 12:39 PM
From fox to werewolf 🐺✨
Under the cold full moon, she awakens — a fusion of beast and spirit.
Crimson eyes hold forgotten flames, her grin hides ancient truths.
Twilight fur, claws that brush the void — she is moonlight given form.
Comms open
Under the cold full moon, she awakens — a fusion of beast and spirit.
Crimson eyes hold forgotten flames, her grin hides ancient truths.
Twilight fur, claws that brush the void — she is moonlight given form.
Comms open
Where mountains touch the sky and the stream whispers ancient songs, the wolf does not walk — he waits.
Not every journey is made in steps.
Sometimes, to hear the forest, one must simply rest upon nature’s emerald blanket — and let the silence speak.
Not every journey is made in steps.
Sometimes, to hear the forest, one must simply rest upon nature’s emerald blanket — and let the silence speak.
July 7, 2025 at 9:50 PM
Where mountains touch the sky and the stream whispers ancient songs, the wolf does not walk — he waits.
Not every journey is made in steps.
Sometimes, to hear the forest, one must simply rest upon nature’s emerald blanket — and let the silence speak.
Not every journey is made in steps.
Sometimes, to hear the forest, one must simply rest upon nature’s emerald blanket — and let the silence speak.
🌄 On the edge of worlds stands the wolf wanderer — a guardian of ancient paths. His gaze reaches into infinity, where mountains whisper the dreams of gods and waterfalls carry away souls. He is a guide between darkness and light, between forest and sky.
His path is the answer.
His path is the answer.
July 7, 2025 at 9:50 PM
🌄 On the edge of worlds stands the wolf wanderer — a guardian of ancient paths. His gaze reaches into infinity, where mountains whisper the dreams of gods and waterfalls carry away souls. He is a guide between darkness and light, between forest and sky.
His path is the answer.
His path is the answer.
🌙 Step into a world of primal spirits under moonlit canopies. I create custom mystical wolves, shapeshifters & forest guardians, infused with totemic power & soulful detail. Feel the wild calling? Let me bring your legend to life with nature’s fierce magic. 🐺✨
July 3, 2025 at 3:06 PM
🌙 Step into a world of primal spirits under moonlit canopies. I create custom mystical wolves, shapeshifters & forest guardians, infused with totemic power & soulful detail. Feel the wild calling? Let me bring your legend to life with nature’s fierce magic. 🐺✨
Thus entwines the breath of the primordial forest with the song of eclipsed stars: a white guardian, rests upon the stone, greeting the crimson spark of a butterfly. At its paws lie the antlers of a fallen age, while around it rings the silence that guards the boundary of worlds.
commissions open
commissions open
July 3, 2025 at 2:37 PM
Thus entwines the breath of the primordial forest with the song of eclipsed stars: a white guardian, rests upon the stone, greeting the crimson spark of a butterfly. At its paws lie the antlers of a fallen age, while around it rings the silence that guards the boundary of worlds.
commissions open
commissions open
I present to your attention YCH, inspired by a stormy sky on one of my business trips... )
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Deadline is a month
Payment via Boosty or PayPal
Deadline is a month
July 2, 2025 at 9:34 AM
I present to your attention YCH, inspired by a stormy sky on one of my business trips... )
Payment via Boosty or PayPal
Deadline is a month
Payment via Boosty or PayPal
Deadline is a month
Hello there!
I'm open for commissions!
Currently available:
✨3 slots for lineart (deadline 2 months)
✨And 5 slots for icons (deadline a week).
🔥URGENT🔥
Note me to take a slot.
Payment via Boosty or paypal
I'm open for commissions!
Currently available:
✨3 slots for lineart (deadline 2 months)
✨And 5 slots for icons (deadline a week).
🔥URGENT🔥
Note me to take a slot.
Payment via Boosty or paypal
June 17, 2025 at 5:05 PM
Hello there!
I'm open for commissions!
Currently available:
✨3 slots for lineart (deadline 2 months)
✨And 5 slots for icons (deadline a week).
🔥URGENT🔥
Note me to take a slot.
Payment via Boosty or paypal
I'm open for commissions!
Currently available:
✨3 slots for lineart (deadline 2 months)
✨And 5 slots for icons (deadline a week).
🔥URGENT🔥
Note me to take a slot.
Payment via Boosty or paypal
