Your skin tingled and the hairs of your arm stood erect as you beheld the sight from your hiding spot. The witch had returned to her seething cauldron and begun chanting in some foul tongue not meant for Man's ear nor should have ever been uttered in the light of the brightest day, let alone this cold dark eve. The ground convulsed in agony and was rent asunder. Upwards from their dark prison spilt these ashen and phantasmal denizens of another, alien world. Escape seemed to be their goal, but they were soon transfixed by the uttering and swaying of the witch. Massing together, they were powerless against her trance and were compelled to serve her will...
It seemed like a simple project...
5 Days 'Til Halloween Sketching - The Monster
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Another old sketch but I think this one got buried when I posted many years
back. In my defense it is "Flashback" and "Frankenstein" Friday after all.
Bran...
6 years ago
