- Medusa and her puppy -
I always meant to draw more fantasy creature stuff after that medusa comic from quite a while ago but never did get around to it. They are on the very long list of things I want to make comics of.
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Art by: @emilis_emka (fb.com/emilisj) (artstation.com/emilisemka) Check his work! Incredibly talented artist. He draws a lot of characters, and all of them are beyond awesome.
The years went by and Little Red Riding Hood ceased being little. In fact, the only resemblance with her past self was her hood, which she still wore every day, but claimed it was not red but bloodred instead.
Back then, she swung a wicker basket and whistled joyfully as she scampered across the woods, eager to visit her grandma. Now, she held a chain in her hand and ambled in sheer silence, listening to the rattling metal, and the grunts of those whose bodies she had wounded, and whose necks were tethered by her chain.
What hadn’t changed was her destination.
From time to time, the weariness of her prisoners forced them to stop walking. And it was in those times when she turned, waited the space of three breaths, and if they stayed on their feet, she simply tugged the chain and prompted them to keep moving. But if their injuries and exhaustion forced them to fall to the ground, then she simply moved forth, carrying the trailing prisoner across the dirt.
Such things she had learned from her grandma. For, it turned out, that the cookbooks with black covers the old woman stored in her kitchen weren’t truly cookbooks but something ten times more useful and interesting. In them she discovered that with an inkling of will, a drop of blood, and a few words, you could tear apart flesh and bone.
But that didn’t matter now. She tugged the chain. The prisoners mumbled for mercy. But little did she care. Her eyes strayed ahead, where a wolf the size of her grandmother’s home awaited with wild, feral eyes, and its fangs bared and dripping.
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