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||This is a painted version of my old Kelpie drawing. This is my planned prized CA State Fair entry for 2005! any way i included the story that i wrote a while back that goes along with my old image, read it if you'd like (and sorry the image quailty is so poor, i never can get them to show up clearly!) |
A man was trudging through the murky dank bog. this is the 3rd time he has been through here, he wanders from place to place doing odd jobs and selling his craft, he makes a fairly decent living, just enough cash to get a good place to stay while in town, a tent, some pans and some food. He kept walking, cursing at the mud that seemed to suck at the bottom of his shoes slowing his progress, he looked up at the sky and cursed at the gray clouds lingering overhead, he certainly did NOT want to be in the bog when it rained. He was careful to stay on the path as not to fall into a pool of water as it is very difficult to get back out. then he heard an intriguing sound, a soft little whinny, then he heard it again. He began to go off the trail and searched through the brambles and then he came to a clearing that surrounded a very pond-like part of the bog, and right smack in the middle of the muddy water was a white mare, her sky blue eyes at first shocked but then her soft eyes were pleading to the lonely traveler to free her form the muddy waters. He was ecstatic, what luck! If the mare was tame he would keep the pretty little thing for himself as he could never afford a horse, if she was more wild than he’d like he would sell her to a trainer for a pretty penny. He got a rope from his knapsack and waded slowly into the murky water talking gently to the mesmerizing animal. But there was something unnatural and wrong with this whole setting; there were no hoof prints in the mud around the bog, the horses tail was clean and dry floating on the surface of the water sparkling clean and white, it should have been at least somewhat dirty from walking, or falling into the bog or from simply shifting her weight. None of the travelers who happened to come across this white mare have ever noticed these simple tail-tell signs of the Kelpies trickery, and none have ever made it out alive to tell the tail and warn future victims. Little does this man know that the instant he touches the side of that mare he too will know the true treacherous nature of the Kelpie.
|This Old Dragon||The Freak Sleipnir|