And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
I’ve actually wanted to do something like this for quite a while. But now, having just seen the new Alice in Wonderland, and with the current Illustration Friday topic of brave, it seemed a shame to pass up the opportunity.
The Ultimate Combo
Strength on land + Strength in sea = Unstoppable plundering!
Colloquially known as the “swamp stallion”, this aberration of nature boasts the nastier sides of both parent breeds (horse and hydra), with none of their redeeming qualities*. Despite this fact, however, hunting it is expressly forbidden in most countries. (Though most cryptozoologists agree that this is for the sake of each country’s citizen-count rather than a protective measure for the beast itself.)
*Granted, the hydra of legend had no redeeming qualities and seemed possessed of only a single large nasty side in the first place, but the statement is still technically correct.
It’s been a while, but here’s my return to the Illustration Friday ranks. This one is quite a bit less literal than my usual entries, but it’s a pretty good representation of the image that popped into my head when I read this week’s topic.
“Open to interpretation” is supposed to be good, right?
Cresting the hill, Edna glared at the unsightly hordes below as they glimmered sickly in the light of the new dawn. With a well-practiced flourish, she pointed Sleetbane to the sky.
“Dalsfveg!” She bellowed to the lone horse-bound figure protruding from the sea of reanimated corpses, “I warned you of the consequences, and yet here you are!” She stood taller in the saddle, silver hair whipping in the wind as if it had urgent business to the North. “And now,” she continued, her voice taking on a harder edge, “I am quite displeased.”
With that, she spurred her mount into the multitude of green bodies, followed in a headlong stampede by the Army of Nine Villages.
This, the last meeting of Edna Weatherspindle and Dalsfveg the Necromancer, was that of which legends are made.
-Excerpt from Tales of Edna Weatherspindle
More Edna: The Walrus Incident | Another Exceprt
A successful hunt is always cause for celebration.
P.S. This was most likely in response to a previous unfortunate encounter.
While many responded to the periodic awakening of the Volcano God with sacrifices and midnight dances, the atheist Mogonju tribe usually resorted to a more practical solution…