Boo!...
… did I… did I scare you?
No…? Oh…
I’ll keep practicing then.
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This is another one of my skeletal imaginary creatures. My imagination has too plenty of such assorted monsters that seem from beyond the grave, but they have an unique history which it doesn't necessarily share in the common death/undead canon, so I keep it different.
In my imaginations, such creatures were brutalized by fabulous means either while living or after death. My imagination is based on the fact that an imaginary creature is formed from an idea and a body to dress it up (you can find more about this in the “Tinfoil series” about the violet reptile). The body dies, but the idea remains. Such tormented creatures appear when the idea is stolen from its designated place of rest according to the type of idea it was and is forced back in the realm in its former body (whatever its condition may be now). They end up twisted beings, haunted, banished from everywhere until they found sole refuge in the rainy fields where they build their weird and unique nation.
This particular character in the picture is a half-reptile tormented creature: its lower body is not that of a horse, but that of a winged reptile. It’s scary and funny at the same time exactly because it wasn’t meant to be all scary and frightening. In my imagination, after they built up their home, these creatures didn’t remain all sorrowful and lamenting – they understood their condition, assumed it responsibly and resumed some of their former selves and occupations and they are sometimes in mood for playing. And I think I managed to catch rather well the sort of amusement some of these creatures find in faking scariness.
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Boo!...
.. did I get it right this time?