#mothiepixie commissions

The fourth and largest skeleton of the group lay over the third’s back, long arms limp as a large hole in his skull bled magic and dust down the front of his partner. The bandana around the rider’s face was caked in the powdery substance.

Your stomach rolled, legs going weak. You couldn’t look away, even as unrecognizable shouting filtered through the pulsing water in your mind and their words grew more intense. A few moments stretched as if it could go on for an eternity. It took the firing of a single jarring shot to finally get your mind back where it needed to be, if but hazy and buzzing.

“Are you with me now! How many of you reside—”

Your breath quickened, lurching you forward toward the gate. You didn’t so much as let the black-as-pitch skeleton in the front finish.