THE ARMORY

Stepping over the fallen door, you come to a very orderly planned suite of empty rooms.

In the center is an old armory is bare and unpainted. Racks of rotten leather, unusable weaponry and destroyed armor pieces floor of the cache. Racks that once held weapons and army are shattered and splintered with wormholes. Strangely, amid the ageworn fixtures and racks, there are two racks that remain inviolate.
The first rack contains only a single Short sword contained in a sheath.

You take the sword up, and almost drop it instantly. Before your eyes, your fingers shrink, and your thumbs disappear; your hands have become paws, with small claws, and fur races up your arms. As you change you glance at the sword, the sheath painted with hunting dogs.

You fall to the ground now, your legs – your back legs matching your front. Your body lengthens and changes, and tail pulling out of your spine. Your face pushes out into a canid snout, and you have become the HOUND

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July Patreonsketch: Shad
Theme: Forgotten Temple
Photoshop
2018
~Age