The Prince's Guitar (+story)
"Screams. Wails. Cries. Many ghastly sounds echoing through the woods in the dead of night would have sent anyone running in the opposite direction, but Nox's curiosity was piqued. This forest was peaceful, removed from the struggles between packs and other beings that called the night their home; precisely the reason why he'd often retreat himself here to find repose.
Every step he took drew him closer to the source of the sounds. It sounded human, but... off, like an animal trying to mimic human vocalizations. Despite the gnawing feeling in his gut telling him to turn tail, he continued to slowly advance into the brush, a clearing up ahead.
Pushing a bush aside, he came across the source of the sounds, his body freezing as his blood turned to ice. What made the sounds was not human. Rather, he hoped it had never been human before. Flesh, bone, and sinew, all contorted into a crude imitation of a guitar. And strumming the macabre instrument, a figure that dwarfed the lycanthrope even while seated.
Humanoid, but not, covered in fur and wood as six spindly fingers casually scratched the guitar's strings, more wretched cries coming from the contraption's mouth. "Damn it!, I knew I should've tuned it before leaving the inn." The figure spoke in a sophisticated voice with a Nordic accent, which felt out of place coming from the mouth of the large beast.
When it noticed him staring at it, Nox's body froze. The figure jumped in its seat as well. "Whoa! Don't creep up on me like that! Can't a man just practice his music in peace?" It called out, Nox's shock now mixing with confusion.
"I should've known there were locals here, ugh..." The figure said, more annoyed than angry, like a teenager being interrupted by his parents walking into their room uninvited. It stood up, guitar held by the neck in one of its hands as it stared down at him.
"Sorry about the wails, damn thing broke a string and I only just replaced it, you know how fickle these things are." It said casually, though Nox's mouth was still agape as he tried to make heads or tails of what he was seeing.
"Hey, you know someplace I can sit without getting interrupted? The acoustics here are kinda off." It asked him. Nox's hand slowly moved and pointed west. "Creek." He replied, the horned entity giving him a nod.
"Alright, thanks. Sorry about the noise, don't worry, I sound way better on the stage." It said, starting to walk in the direction the lycanthrope had pointed him at. Before it faded into the bushes, it turned to look at him one last time. "Oh yeah, we're playing tomorrow at the local market. Buy some merch. Uh... cya." It said before disappearing into the woods, leaving Nox alone in the moonlit clearing, with more questions than answers. One thing was for certain, next time he heard some ghastly wailing coming from the woods, he would leave it alone. Some things are better off not known.'
Gift for
Nox belongs to
Völundr belongs to me
Völundr is a fae Prince whose true form is a massive leonine-cervine-tree chimera. The very pretty human form these spirits take is what people know as elves. Though it is mostly a façade.
Every step he took drew him closer to the source of the sounds. It sounded human, but... off, like an animal trying to mimic human vocalizations. Despite the gnawing feeling in his gut telling him to turn tail, he continued to slowly advance into the brush, a clearing up ahead.
Pushing a bush aside, he came across the source of the sounds, his body freezing as his blood turned to ice. What made the sounds was not human. Rather, he hoped it had never been human before. Flesh, bone, and sinew, all contorted into a crude imitation of a guitar. And strumming the macabre instrument, a figure that dwarfed the lycanthrope even while seated.
Humanoid, but not, covered in fur and wood as six spindly fingers casually scratched the guitar's strings, more wretched cries coming from the contraption's mouth. "Damn it!, I knew I should've tuned it before leaving the inn." The figure spoke in a sophisticated voice with a Nordic accent, which felt out of place coming from the mouth of the large beast.
When it noticed him staring at it, Nox's body froze. The figure jumped in its seat as well. "Whoa! Don't creep up on me like that! Can't a man just practice his music in peace?" It called out, Nox's shock now mixing with confusion.
"I should've known there were locals here, ugh..." The figure said, more annoyed than angry, like a teenager being interrupted by his parents walking into their room uninvited. It stood up, guitar held by the neck in one of its hands as it stared down at him.
"Sorry about the wails, damn thing broke a string and I only just replaced it, you know how fickle these things are." It said casually, though Nox's mouth was still agape as he tried to make heads or tails of what he was seeing.
"Hey, you know someplace I can sit without getting interrupted? The acoustics here are kinda off." It asked him. Nox's hand slowly moved and pointed west. "Creek." He replied, the horned entity giving him a nod.
"Alright, thanks. Sorry about the noise, don't worry, I sound way better on the stage." It said, starting to walk in the direction the lycanthrope had pointed him at. Before it faded into the bushes, it turned to look at him one last time. "Oh yeah, we're playing tomorrow at the local market. Buy some merch. Uh... cya." It said before disappearing into the woods, leaving Nox alone in the moonlit clearing, with more questions than answers. One thing was for certain, next time he heard some ghastly wailing coming from the woods, he would leave it alone. Some things are better off not known.'
Gift for
Nox belongs to
Völundr belongs to me
Völundr is a fae Prince whose true form is a massive leonine-cervine-tree chimera. The very pretty human form these spirits take is what people know as elves. Though it is mostly a façade.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 2410 x 1529px
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I'm suddenly reminded of Devil Went Down To Georgia.....
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