Feral Bone Spirit, Ep 26: Bliss
Belly round and full
Senses getting dull
Rabbit ate too much
No regrets, no fuss !
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
Belly round and full
Senses getting dull
Rabbit ate too much
No regrets, no fuss !
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
Dear Mr.[smudged]
My name is Phineas Jollybottom. You may not know me, and I apologize for writing you on such a short notice. I am a field zoologist from the Miskatonic university, and I frequently pass by your property while investigating the local fauna. It has come to my attention that one of the cordivae currently roaming in your vicinity exhibit the most peculiar behavior. I consulted with Dr. Armitage, a colleague of mine and we strongly suspect some extraneous influence on the cognitive ability of this specimen.
With your permission, we would like to investigate further and try to capture it for further investigations, Could we arrange a visit from our team to set up some traps around your property? I guaranty you the least intrusive models we have in stock and the utmost discretion from our workers. I took the liberty to join this letter the details of my research on this strange specimen behavior to show you our good will and faith in your interest in science.
Yours sincerly,
Phineas Jollybotton, Pr.
Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook for Just a Maid, a story about Martha, maid in a strange house
The snow melted away,
Rabbit woke up to hay,
and nuts, and fruits and roots!
What a feast! What a loot!
Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit
After that, the cat did return occasionally to sleeps on the rock during the last days of autumn.
Winter came, and the snow covered the rock, forcing it to closes its eyes and wait for spring.
Upon the return of the sun, when the snow melted away, the rock waited again for the cat.
Slowly, the rock started to purr.
The cat came back, thirsty.
He sniffed for a while the rock, cautious, jumping away a few times when it blinked again. The rock keep gazing intensely at him, following every movement, trying to guess where and when this furry visitor will return in its field of vision.
After many circling around, the cat decided it was no threat. And took a nap on top of it.
The afternoon was warm, only grazed by a gentle breeze. A gentle purr could be heard through the woods, echoing with the sporadic buzzing of the mountains bees.
– what are you ?
– …
– you smell funny
– …
The sentient rock blinked. startling the cat who fled instantly.
– Take that! and that!
*muffled cawing and wood slicing noises*
– That letter is not for you!
Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook for Just a Maid, a story about Martha, maid in a strange house
There was once a magician and a druid, crossing the mountains of Everwhite.
They carried with them some fine kegs of dwarven ale, of which they drank profusely. Utterly and completely drunk, they started showing off each other their magic prowess. Stuttered arcane spells and misnamed Mother Nature’s cantrips mixed together nicely, and thus the Sentients Rocks were created. Once sober, ashamed of what they did, the two magic users left the place and never returned.
The rocks just stood there, quite confused. They rarely if ever talks, looking at you with candid eyes.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
– Don’t make me fetch my mop, Mr Crow!
Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook for Just a Maid, a story about Martha, maid in a strange house
Hum… bill…. junk…. bill again…oh nice ! A death threat.
I must show it to Mister, he loves that.
Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook for Just a Maid, a story about Martha, maid in a strange house