Okay guys, its finally time!
Week One of Culttober has begun and I have finished the first prompt of my project!
Prompt one i chose was Forest. (Wich is also what today's day prompt was too^^)
Now if I may, I have some narration to go with this pice. I hope you enjoy ^^
"So on to Darkwood, the Lamb returned. Once not long ago, the Lamb and there hurd had traversed through these lands safely through the cover of the dark canopy the forest provided. They thought themselves clever to hide from Bishops Leshy's followers in plain sight. Such was the foly of thinking one is safe in plain sight. Even when hidden batheth the Bishop of Chaos's nose, they had only been stalling the inevitable. Now, the vessel of Leshy's end must go through these shadowy woods. This time, alone. There is a sinister chill in the air as the infant crown barrier navigated through the closterphopic forest. Strange, however...no matter how far the Lamb trodded tough the thikets and brush of the land, they never seem to GET any further. As if the chaotic maze of trees, vines and streams refuse to let them make headway..."
"Even stranger still, the further Lamb had braved, the it appered that Darkwood its self was trying to suffocate them. The towering pines ever slowly closing in, swallowing up any path or tail the Lamb would take. Indeed, Darkwood had seemed to take on a life of its own. And that life aligned strongly with that of its masters preference of seeing the Lamb lost... and DEAD."
"...however, even in the darkest and most dangerous of places, if you search long enough...one can still find beauty and light. While not born of Darkwood, the Lamb knew these lands well. They knew one absolute truth of the wood, 'follow the red. Red will lead you to where you are ment to go.' And that is what the Lamb did..."
"Red barries, butterflies, faint flickers of soft candle light - all of these things gave themselves away, and the Lamb followed. Further and further, the horned beast followed, the darker and deadlyer the path took them. Yet closer and closer did the Lamb creep to Leshy's door. Inch by inch did the God of Chaos feel the cold sickle of death upon their throut...
Thus...the journey of the little lamb, the foul worm, and their fated conflict, truly begun."
Well, that's all for now, my lovelies ^^
More will come i promise.
Until then, happy October and keep drawing.
