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Mermay – The deep friend

Mermay is coming to an end, so this is my last minute submission to an overall quite pleasant event.

Starry
Crown has a secret. She knows a spell that no other seapony knows. She
learned it by listening to the songs of the deep sea, but she’s afraid
to tell the others, for they would find it quite silly to hear voices
from the abysses. There is no pony there !

They
are right. But when she cast the magic spell, when she chant it in this
old and forgotten tongue, then a beautiful orb of light appears.And when she goes to the verge of the deep seas, near the precipice, then it appears. Massive, scaly and strong tentacles emerge from the darkness, attracted by the strange light of the Orb. At first it seems scary, but she knows it is quite playful, tender and funny.

That is Starry’s friend from the deep. Remember : it’s a secret !

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

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Mermay – The deep friend

Mermay is coming to an end, so this is my last minute submission to an overall quite pleasant event.

Starry
Crown has a secret. She knows a spell that no other seapony knows. She
learned it by listening to the songs of the deep sea, but she’s afraid
to tell the others, for they would find it quite silly to hear voices
from the abysses. There is no pony there !

They
are right. But when she cast the magic spell, when she chant it in this
old and forgotten tongue, then a beautiful orb of light appears.And when she goes to the verge of the deep seas, near the precipice, then it appears. Massive, scaly and strong tentacles emerge from the darkness, attracted by the strange light of the Orb. At first it seems scary, but she knows it is quite playful, tender and funny.

That is Starry’s friend from the deep. Remember : it’s a secret !

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

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Mermay – Sailors Bar

– Y’know, I did seen a mermaid once.
– That was the bottle’s label, y’dimwit !
– Nah, shaddup ! ‘tis wus real. She’hd scaly tail, long varechly hair, deep green eyes ‘n big titties.
– No way. Anh wha’t of it ?

She was nice and shy. Didn’t speak, but we get along just fine. We
traveled a lot together. And fooled around a lil’. She showed me her
treasures and showed her mine. And then she left.
– Wha ? Why ?
– Ah. ’tis obvious ! Men and fish doesn’t mix.
– ’tis sad. You should have kept her
– An’ rob’her of her freedom ? ‘Am no thieve.