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The Majestic Hydrorse

Saturday, August 1st, 2009

Hydrorse

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.

The Gentle Hydrorse

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

Hydrorse Sketch

Here we have, by popular demand, an artist’s rendition of an elusive creature called the hydrorse, commonly acknowledged as the offspring of some ill-advised tryst between a horse and a hydra.

Although we see the animal here placidly taking stock of its surroundings, most cryptozoologists shun such an optimistic characterization, instead pointing out that an entire fifty percent of its lineage is the embodiment of wild man-eating fury. So, to appease both sides of the hydrorse temperament debate, I have opted to continue with this topic for one more session, examining a darker side of the many-headed beast.

Illustration Friday: Legendary

Friday, March 13th, 2009

Edna Weatherspindle: Legendary


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


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