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The second of two pieces done for the @nucleusportland coaster show a few weeks back, this one is also sold.

Finished this up in the middle of inktober, it is painted in gouache on a 4"x4" coaster and you can buy it from @nucleusportland at their coaster show coming up in December.

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Well we made it. I missed a few days at the start, but had do much fun filling up this inktober sketchbook. Thanks for all the support. If I'm honest, I'm rethinking my relationship with social media as it is beginning to influence my art in way I don't love, much more on this soon. Inktober signing off.

As I watched the villagers turned. It was the witches burning they had demanded and come to witness, but now they moved for her, captives in her dark ceremony.

One step closer and the foolish creature would find out she was no little red ridding hood. Inktober day 26.

While butcher was an odd fellow indeed, it was only after closer inspection of his wares that I my blood ran cold. Inktober day 25.

The strange procession arrived suddenly on darkened city streets. The peculiar nature of their revelry drove some to join in and all others to flee in fear. Inktober day 24.

The monks knew not whence the creatures came, but condemned it back to hell just the same. Inktober day 23.

Alister didn't understand why he was always the one who was sent to check for the "creature of death" or the "plague of suffering " in the tunnels below the castle. Inktober day 22.

Everyone knew that Harriet could be a frightening old lady, but things had become far worse when the cats took over. Inktober day 21.

Surrounded again. It had been a few years since thing had gone this wrong, but they were no strangers to wrong, they were monster hunters after all. Inktober day 20.

For a hundred years they had lived a quiet life deep in the bayou, but this was about to chang. Inktober day 19.

Some thought she wasa saint, while others called here a curse. Yet every year as the nights grew longer and the days cooler she could be seeing walking the streets crying softly, no matter what they called her.