
The children loved it when we brought it home. It's beautiful, the musculature is so realistic.
After a week, the children wouldn't play on it any longer. They wouldn't go near it. We asked them why.
"It rocks too far! We keep falling off and it hurts and, and." The sentence evaporated in stammering, crying, and a haze of bruised knees and elbows from all the falls. I covered it with an old dust cloth and hid it away in the attic.
Another week passed. The children couldn't sleep. Another week passed, this one full of screams about nightmares, imagined fears, crying, unintelligible words. We asked them why.
"The horsey, it keeps walking around at night! It gets right by the door and steps its hooves and, and." The sentence dissolved in tears and clinging for protection. We took them to the attic and they watched us pull back the cloth. They watched us chain it down. We knew it couldn't move. Now they knew it, too.
Another week passed in quiet. Another week, and the nightmares resumed. More screams, more tears. We asked them why.
"I can hear it rocking in the ceiling! It squeaks and knocks into things and, and." The sentence dissipated into blubbering, wailing. We consoled the children. But we couldn't console them much.
We can hear it, too.
-writing by
Arklionspaw
Thankyou so much for writing this for the picture ark :3 its soooo good!:D
LOL! UM yes. done in pencil, charcoal and tea and wee bit of pen.
After a week, the children wouldn't play on it any longer. They wouldn't go near it. We asked them why.
"It rocks too far! We keep falling off and it hurts and, and." The sentence evaporated in stammering, crying, and a haze of bruised knees and elbows from all the falls. I covered it with an old dust cloth and hid it away in the attic.
Another week passed. The children couldn't sleep. Another week passed, this one full of screams about nightmares, imagined fears, crying, unintelligible words. We asked them why.
"The horsey, it keeps walking around at night! It gets right by the door and steps its hooves and, and." The sentence dissolved in tears and clinging for protection. We took them to the attic and they watched us pull back the cloth. They watched us chain it down. We knew it couldn't move. Now they knew it, too.
Another week passed in quiet. Another week, and the nightmares resumed. More screams, more tears. We asked them why.
"I can hear it rocking in the ceiling! It squeaks and knocks into things and, and." The sentence dissipated into blubbering, wailing. We consoled the children. But we couldn't console them much.
We can hear it, too.
-writing by

Thankyou so much for writing this for the picture ark :3 its soooo good!:D
LOL! UM yes. done in pencil, charcoal and tea and wee bit of pen.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Horse
Size 1280 x 953px
File Size 356.6 kB
hmmmm... i do agree with you on the perspective..... im not the best at it tbh, i do need to improve.
As for the tail? i guess it is kind meant to look out and place and just weird, the horse its self is meant to look out of place, like what you said about the cradle.... i do agree as a perspective veiw,but its not really meant to fit on it perfectly as it does walk around.
and the head it meant to be twisting towards the veiwer XD
Thanks for the comment..... although it was a wee bit harsher than what i expected. but i shall take it into consideration!thanks dude!
As for the tail? i guess it is kind meant to look out and place and just weird, the horse its self is meant to look out of place, like what you said about the cradle.... i do agree as a perspective veiw,but its not really meant to fit on it perfectly as it does walk around.
and the head it meant to be twisting towards the veiwer XD
Thanks for the comment..... although it was a wee bit harsher than what i expected. but i shall take it into consideration!thanks dude!
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