Eli aivan loisto kuva.
SCARY AS F***
But I think you gave the antlers the wrong angle, the rest is facing the viewer more, meanwhile the antlers are facing away. A darker blue or even green water would look way better and more scary, but the moose itself is freaky enough!
I'm know that antler thing well. And here is the reason: This isn't an actual animal, more like a twisted spirit/monster.
I don't know if I'll ever sleep again.
But first I need to get rid of the fresh blood, into the drying cabinet ye hell spawn!
Seems like you "suffer" a lot from scary (artistic) dreams because this isn't the first time you draw stuff from your nightmares.
I do, even tho it isn't actual suffering. Those dreams are just really interesting and they give many ideas.
Seriously, what a great concept! Well done!
. . . the more I look at the moose, the more determined I am to find a cervine hide story somewhere. One used as a Skinwalker hide? Would that make a Windigo?
What if human skins could move by themselves? And . . . do things . . . if they cornered someone? I'm put in mind of a weird story I was told as a student of 9 or 10 years (and I am crowding your comments section this time, I'm afraid). When I attended Hoover Elementary School in Oklahoma, I ate lunch occasionally with a boy whose father was a police detective. The boy would gleefully outline the gory details of major crimes committed in the Tulsa area. There was one case, however, that stumped him, his detective dad, and the whole police department.
A young woman had been found murdered in her home. Her throat had been cut, her wrists bound together, and her body had been hung from a coat hook on a closet door. The crime was a classic locked-room mystery. As I recall (and it has been many years since I heard the story), the circumstances precluded suicide, all the doors (and windows, if there were any) had been secured from the inside, and, of course, no one but the dead woman was to be found when the police entered.
The capper was this: Something – I would assume flakes of skin – had been found on the underside of the door that didn’t come from the victim. According to my lunchtime pal, it looked to all involved as if the killer had entered the room under the door like some kind of huge slug. This was supposed to be a deep, dark secret lest the populace fly into a panic, but the old man just had to blab it to his son, who blabbed it to me (and no telling who else).
And how did the killer get out? My friend paused in eating his ham and cheese sandwich and shrugged.
“He went down the toilet for all they know.”