#Kelpie Dark

[oliviarampaige]

“Näcken”

Day 10 - Black Lagoon

The water sings and calls.

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Crow by Runandwine

[nightmaskart]

work in progress for my @Butchfairyzine piece!

[madcat-world]

GoWR: Kelpie (1 of 3) - Bjorn Hurri

[dushpshpsh]

Something incomprehensible and rare, like albino unicorns Fanart on Beast: The Primordial

[prinz-vassago]

Colored sketch commission for @secretagent9

[theorangeagrum]

Another Kelpie drawing.

Why am I so obsessed with this special type of creatures?

[aodhan-art]

A landscape with two kelpies

[keykidpilipili]

Hmmm I wonder if Arthur's 'specialness' has something with Shubby and since she got paradoxed into non existence, its origin can longer be perceived by Kayne but it still remains. The same way the Dark Young and info on her persist.

[oliviarampaige]

“The Poisoned Glen”

Day 14 - Castle

Old Church of Dunlewey

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Kelpie by Тайга

[friendrat]

Pretty kelpie... Dark Water has some really pretty panels.

[docktowndame]

did i make a durge whose wildshape is a horse? yeah.

[madcat-world]

GOW:R - Kelpie (1 of 3) - Bjorn Hurri

[witch-of-the-pages]

My writing partner and I are working on TDP again. Pipe's been revamped, we've added characters, we've added plotlines, and it's miles better than it was a month ago. I'm going a little insane, I hope we start writing the screenplay soon and truly nail down the plot and worldbuilding. This is something I think about so often I actually go insane.

[artmadebysana]

The Golden Thread - Nasha

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"Your heart seems elsewhere, child." Her grandmother's voice, sharp as her gaze, cut through her reverie.

"Is it so visible?" Nasha asked, a half-smile fleeting across her lips.

"Only to eyes that have seen many summers come and go," her grandmother replied, her look softening.

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Nasha wandered past the garden, hands reaching out to caress the petals of wildflowers. She plucked them gently, gathering a bouquet, each color representing wishes for the future.

Under an oak, girls from the village gathered, their laughter as bright as the ribbons they wove into each other's braids. They spoke of suitors and promises, of weddings that would soon take place.

"Come join us, Nasha!" one called, a bloom of excitement in her cheeks.

Nasha paused, her fingers closing around the stems in her hand. The pull of expectation tugged at her, yet she remained rooted to the spot.

"Perhaps another time," she called back, her voice steady.

She watched for a moment longer before she turned away.

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