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+ THE MOOR PATH +
Taking the slightly dry path, you leave behind the lugubrious woodland behind, and heading back toward the clear night over the moors. /Taking the path to avoid the fields of flowers, and make for the Arboretum.
The tripping roots and droves of biting insects give way at last to more solid dirt path, as you pass another gate from the side of the Arboretum, the only trees now, are purpose-planted, though they have grown gnarled and twisted in their age.
Beneath the trees, the path feels cold and ominous, and you wonder if leaving the sense of security from the woods behind was the most prudent decision.
You pass a covered building – wooden fences once hemmed in animals here – most likely this was once the stable. That is, before the trees claimed it. Massive gnarled trees break through the roof and walls; clearly no horses remain in this place.
Eventually the moors begin to overtake the trees – but before you reach the fields, something in the ground catches your eye and your foot. Deep impressions - tracks perhaps, and large ones, heading towards the moorland.
Deciding to investigate the strange impressions further, you bend down to examine the first one. It almost appears like circle but the track is badly frayed from your accidental step into it, and you move on to the next one.
The next two tracks – together are fresher by comparison, clearly a horse hoof made these. Continuing on to the next set, the ends of this pair seems burnt almost – like the horse itself were on fire? The scent of brimstone seems to linger in the air.
There’s one more set – The last two tracks are more complete, and perfect, and it feels so natural to bend your arms down, and touch them with your hands. You pause for a moment, and then you burst into flames.
Before your eyes, your hands turn to hooves that perfectly fit the tracks. If you screamed it came out as a bellow or a neigh, as the fiery change raced up from your new equine limbs, exploding with infernal strength - wreathed in flame, you have become the NIGHTMARE STALLION.
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September Patreonsketch: brotherflounder
Theme: THE CASTLE
Digital
2019
~Age
Taking the slightly dry path, you leave behind the lugubrious woodland behind, and heading back toward the clear night over the moors. /Taking the path to avoid the fields of flowers, and make for the Arboretum.
The tripping roots and droves of biting insects give way at last to more solid dirt path, as you pass another gate from the side of the Arboretum, the only trees now, are purpose-planted, though they have grown gnarled and twisted in their age.
Beneath the trees, the path feels cold and ominous, and you wonder if leaving the sense of security from the woods behind was the most prudent decision.
You pass a covered building – wooden fences once hemmed in animals here – most likely this was once the stable. That is, before the trees claimed it. Massive gnarled trees break through the roof and walls; clearly no horses remain in this place.
Eventually the moors begin to overtake the trees – but before you reach the fields, something in the ground catches your eye and your foot. Deep impressions - tracks perhaps, and large ones, heading towards the moorland.
Deciding to investigate the strange impressions further, you bend down to examine the first one. It almost appears like circle but the track is badly frayed from your accidental step into it, and you move on to the next one.
The next two tracks – together are fresher by comparison, clearly a horse hoof made these. Continuing on to the next set, the ends of this pair seems burnt almost – like the horse itself were on fire? The scent of brimstone seems to linger in the air.
There’s one more set – The last two tracks are more complete, and perfect, and it feels so natural to bend your arms down, and touch them with your hands. You pause for a moment, and then you burst into flames.
Before your eyes, your hands turn to hooves that perfectly fit the tracks. If you screamed it came out as a bellow or a neigh, as the fiery change raced up from your new equine limbs, exploding with infernal strength - wreathed in flame, you have become the NIGHTMARE STALLION.
———
September Patreonsketch: brotherflounder
Theme: THE CASTLE
Digital
2019
~Age
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Horse
Size 1000 x 1000px
File Size 394.3 kB
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