#drawtober 15

Sulphur rolls in waves from the thing as it stalks towards the home and sleeping heads that lie within. Hooves that crack with bloody dark and twisted ichor that drips and sizzles as it hits the ground. Its mane twists in the air, catching in a flickering breeze that is the breath of the occupants, reaching far further than by rights a sleeping breath should.

The door is no matter to the nightmare. It slips through like sand, reforms in the corridor, makes its way upstairs and inhales deep enough to make the rotten coal in its belly burn bright.

Okay so the prompt is Ivy but consider: I do what I want. And like, lil’ mouse on the way to market and market day doesn’t stop just because it’s raining so she *has* to find an umbrella. The cottage she lives in has the most lovely Ivy curling down it and the humans won’t notice just one leaf missing.

Speed sketch cause I’m late today but I like it anyway.

Personal pain management problems meant I couldn’t draw yesterday so playing catch-up with headwear. Also I finally got around to testing out some digital thoughts so please enjoy one Mr Wilde in a fancy feather hat as I foray into digital art (please be gentle: I am baby)