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Old Jewelry Holds Old Secrets 01
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MTT3 featuring him turning into a feral blue dragon.
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Story © MTT3
Old jewelry holds old secrets
Matt had not really expected to find such a place during his vacation. He had taken some time off to clear his head from all the studying and learning and now he found a nearly fully intact old castle right in the middle of nowhere, just like the one he studied during his archaeology study.
At first he thought it was maybe an abandoned dummy for a movie, since it looked nearly fully intact. Only a few windows showed some cracks or where missing fully. But besides that, it was untouched by the elements.
The only thing was that set Matthew a bit off, was that there shouldn't have been such kind of castle, at least to his knowledge. Neither did it show on his cellphone map nor could he recall ever reading about such a place here.
He slowly walked closer to the castle, gazing on the old building. It must have been standing for really a long time here, since only the two tallest towers where taller than the rest of the trees around it.
As Matt reached the large gate, he grabbed the huge door handle and pulled slightly at first. He wanted to try out, if the door really was as untouched by time as it looked. He recently read about a man nearly being killed by a similar gate, as the hinges of the door gave in because of rust, falling on the man and breaking both his legs. He wanted to avoid such a scenario here, where he was all on his own.
But to his surprise the lock opened easily, only slightly creaking while doing so. He pulled a bit more and the door turned silently in its hinges. He still had to pull with quite some force, as the door was huge and massive. He pulled one side of the door fully open, so more light could get inside and he could see actually what was inside.
His gaze fell upon a huge hall with a bright red carpet with golden ornaments along its side running all the way from the gate to the other end of the hall. Matt walked slowly into the building, carefully first as he didn't want to swirl up any dust. But after only a few steps and no dust being swirled up at all, he relaxed a bit and walked deeper into the large building.
The young man looked slowly from left to right, fascinated how intact the entire building was. There were some old painting on the wall to his left, but he could barely see what they were once showing, as probably centuries of sunlight have bleached the paint mostly.
The loud bang of the gate closing suddenly behind made Matt nearly jump out of his shoes and socks. He jumped nearly half a meter high and reached for his chest in shock, gasping for air a few seconds. He hadn't noticed the door closing at all, which made him a bit suspicious now. The entire building looked so intact, that you could nearly think any minute some medieval noble with his entire entourage would march into the hall. Was somebody secretly taking care of the castle?
After he calmed down again, he looked around some more. On the one end of the hall, there was a stone-throne with some peculiar carvings on the sides. Matt walked closer to examine it. When he looked around the throne, he noticed a chest in a niche behind it. It was entirely made from metal and looked pretty heavy and secure.
But Matt also noticed that the padlock that was placed on the chest was open. Curiosity got the better of him and Matt removed the padlock and opened the iron chest. While Matt knew from his archaeology study that the laws of his country would have obliged him to let everything be as he found it, he couldn't help but to keep going.
Unlike the door, this time the hinges made a creaking sound and Matt had to use quite some effort to push the heavy lit open. And then his curiosity was replaced by disappointment.
While Matt somehow had now hoped that he would find some medieval gold treasure in the chest, which by his nation's law he would be allowed to keep fifty percent of it (or in the case of the finding being a rare archaeological object its value in modern currency), there was only one thing in the chest, a dark blueish colored pendant on a metallic necklace.
He took the necklace and walked out of the shade from behind the throne to one of the larger glass windows to examine the pendant.
It was made from a dark-blueish material, nearly black, and had four grooves running from the outer side to the center. The grooves were of a lighter blue tint, a bit like silver, and at the center of the pendant was a jewel of such a bright blue color that Matt thought it was glowing by itself.
He let his fingers run around the metallic object. No scratches or nudges or any clue that the object was often worn. He held the pendant in front of his face, looking at the jewel in the middle a bit more as it glistened in the sun for what was probably the first time in several centuries.
Although Matt was not really a person that would wear jewelry at all often, he saw a mirror at one of the columns supporting the ceiling and wondered how he would look wearing this pendant.
He slipped the flexible metal wire around his neck and looked at the pendant again, brushing over the bright jewel with his thumb. Suddenly he felt like a jolt of energy rushed through his entire body, paralyzing him for a few seconds as he kept his thumb on the jewel.
The rush went as fast as it came, making him nearly stumble as he gained control of his legs again. He let go of the pendant and reached for his head, which was pounding with a massive headache all of a sudden.
"What the...." he mumbled as he tried to keep standing, his legs still feeling all shaky and wobbly. He held his head as it kept throbbing and wanted to grab the pendant to take it off quickly when he noticed something.
The thumb that he just rubbed over the jewel...is started to change shape. The nail has changed its shape, sunken halfway into the tip of his thumb, while growing longer and more pointier. He could literally watch it growing and getting sharper by the second, while his other fingers started to change color as well, together with their nails.
"Impossible....that is not possible..." he mumbled, still holding his head.
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Work with markers on 11.5*17.8 cm paper (4.5"*7").
Hope you'll like this one!
MTT3 featuring him turning into a feral blue dragon.<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
Story © MTT3
Old jewelry holds old secrets
Matt had not really expected to find such a place during his vacation. He had taken some time off to clear his head from all the studying and learning and now he found a nearly fully intact old castle right in the middle of nowhere, just like the one he studied during his archaeology study.
At first he thought it was maybe an abandoned dummy for a movie, since it looked nearly fully intact. Only a few windows showed some cracks or where missing fully. But besides that, it was untouched by the elements.
The only thing was that set Matthew a bit off, was that there shouldn't have been such kind of castle, at least to his knowledge. Neither did it show on his cellphone map nor could he recall ever reading about such a place here.
He slowly walked closer to the castle, gazing on the old building. It must have been standing for really a long time here, since only the two tallest towers where taller than the rest of the trees around it.
As Matt reached the large gate, he grabbed the huge door handle and pulled slightly at first. He wanted to try out, if the door really was as untouched by time as it looked. He recently read about a man nearly being killed by a similar gate, as the hinges of the door gave in because of rust, falling on the man and breaking both his legs. He wanted to avoid such a scenario here, where he was all on his own.
But to his surprise the lock opened easily, only slightly creaking while doing so. He pulled a bit more and the door turned silently in its hinges. He still had to pull with quite some force, as the door was huge and massive. He pulled one side of the door fully open, so more light could get inside and he could see actually what was inside.
His gaze fell upon a huge hall with a bright red carpet with golden ornaments along its side running all the way from the gate to the other end of the hall. Matt walked slowly into the building, carefully first as he didn't want to swirl up any dust. But after only a few steps and no dust being swirled up at all, he relaxed a bit and walked deeper into the large building.
The young man looked slowly from left to right, fascinated how intact the entire building was. There were some old painting on the wall to his left, but he could barely see what they were once showing, as probably centuries of sunlight have bleached the paint mostly.
The loud bang of the gate closing suddenly behind made Matt nearly jump out of his shoes and socks. He jumped nearly half a meter high and reached for his chest in shock, gasping for air a few seconds. He hadn't noticed the door closing at all, which made him a bit suspicious now. The entire building looked so intact, that you could nearly think any minute some medieval noble with his entire entourage would march into the hall. Was somebody secretly taking care of the castle?
After he calmed down again, he looked around some more. On the one end of the hall, there was a stone-throne with some peculiar carvings on the sides. Matt walked closer to examine it. When he looked around the throne, he noticed a chest in a niche behind it. It was entirely made from metal and looked pretty heavy and secure.
But Matt also noticed that the padlock that was placed on the chest was open. Curiosity got the better of him and Matt removed the padlock and opened the iron chest. While Matt knew from his archaeology study that the laws of his country would have obliged him to let everything be as he found it, he couldn't help but to keep going.
Unlike the door, this time the hinges made a creaking sound and Matt had to use quite some effort to push the heavy lit open. And then his curiosity was replaced by disappointment.
While Matt somehow had now hoped that he would find some medieval gold treasure in the chest, which by his nation's law he would be allowed to keep fifty percent of it (or in the case of the finding being a rare archaeological object its value in modern currency), there was only one thing in the chest, a dark blueish colored pendant on a metallic necklace.
He took the necklace and walked out of the shade from behind the throne to one of the larger glass windows to examine the pendant.
It was made from a dark-blueish material, nearly black, and had four grooves running from the outer side to the center. The grooves were of a lighter blue tint, a bit like silver, and at the center of the pendant was a jewel of such a bright blue color that Matt thought it was glowing by itself.
He let his fingers run around the metallic object. No scratches or nudges or any clue that the object was often worn. He held the pendant in front of his face, looking at the jewel in the middle a bit more as it glistened in the sun for what was probably the first time in several centuries.
Although Matt was not really a person that would wear jewelry at all often, he saw a mirror at one of the columns supporting the ceiling and wondered how he would look wearing this pendant.
He slipped the flexible metal wire around his neck and looked at the pendant again, brushing over the bright jewel with his thumb. Suddenly he felt like a jolt of energy rushed through his entire body, paralyzing him for a few seconds as he kept his thumb on the jewel.
The rush went as fast as it came, making him nearly stumble as he gained control of his legs again. He let go of the pendant and reached for his head, which was pounding with a massive headache all of a sudden.
"What the...." he mumbled as he tried to keep standing, his legs still feeling all shaky and wobbly. He held his head as it kept throbbing and wanted to grab the pendant to take it off quickly when he noticed something.
The thumb that he just rubbed over the jewel...is started to change shape. The nail has changed its shape, sunken halfway into the tip of his thumb, while growing longer and more pointier. He could literally watch it growing and getting sharper by the second, while his other fingers started to change color as well, together with their nails.
"Impossible....that is not possible..." he mumbled, still holding his head.
===
Work with markers on 11.5*17.8 cm paper (4.5"*7").
Hope you'll like this one!
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Transformation
Species Western Dragon
Size 700 x 1100px
File Size 1.09 MB
Listed in Folders
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