The spirit has no rest, relentless, it searches
The rabbit is nowhere to be seen, hiding,
Hiding from the smell of blood and beast
The bones has a scent now, scent of killing
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
A new leg the spirit has found,
Strong, clawed and furry,
The wolf licks his wounds,
Where his used to be
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
The battle lasted until morning
Blood and guts dripping abundantly
Barely breathing, barely living
The wolf lost, the spirits has victory
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
It is morning, two silhouettes hops in the fields.
The rabbit cannot jump as high as the spirit.
Each gust of wind throws it higher and higher.
As if wind itself was a spirit too. Maybe it is.
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
The feral bone spirit came across a deep ravine across its path.
Calm waters shine at the bottom, wind is gently blowing away the morning fog.
What will it do ?
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Free to roam the land
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
It’s alive !?