#Mystical creature

[elliwoods]

Creature of the week...

[yevashleeoh]

swamp grrl

[w-i-m-m]

[poupeesdecirque]

Weekly Photo 03/2023

Tiny hedgehog adventures with Jasper. Follow the little fella deep into the woods... but be careful not to get lost!

[vypyaart]

"Don't touch him, kitty is angy!"

Original character by Govy9807 from Twitter.

[ghostlad16]

A big cinnamon roll with wings 🐲🫂👻🤎💙🥧

Drawing of @/supawavve 's cinnamon roll dragon on Instagram!

[shadowwhitewolf]

"Mystical Owl Galaxy Dragon"✨☄️🦉🐉✨💜💙

[oldjambrownie]

Art jam - "Mystical Creature"!

[0stillwatersrundeep0]

if you went where you don't know, if you went the wrong way or ended up in a place where you won't be found… then you are doomed to meet him. He is neither evil nor kind, so you don’t know if he will absorb you or let you go, showing the way home. Its color is the embodiment of your inner world. At the moment, he met with a man whose soul is almost extinguished, but hope is brighter than a lamp in your house. Therefore, his crystal shines, and his soul burns. His face is whiter than his body because the consciousness of the person standing in front of him lives in a world where the face is the main part of the body. His chest openings are as black as the rotten surroundings of a person using poisonous substances. Having met him, it makes no sense to tell him something, because he will not tell you anything, but will read it. I hope you are lucky to meet him in a good mood :)

[zieeeej]

I made some stickers. Let me introduce you to the first one! This is the gorgeous snakefly. It is a mystical creature ready to hypnotize you with its wings, flutter, and shine. Are you hypnotized yet? The sticker is matte. It is nice quality. This is another example of me trying to make a product I like to make. I love drawing silly stuff. I hope you like my silly stuff.

[yevashleeoh]

goblin

[ofrqrkobn3]

[yonderoo]

Alright dudes and dudettes, behold the ethereal visage of a woodland sprite! 🌿✨ Her presence is like a whispered secret on a breeze through ancient oaks. Silver tresses cascade in a cascade of moonlit waves, framing eyes as deep and shimmering as the starlit sky. Each delicate curl whispers tales of forgotten dreams and hidden glens, where time itself moves to the rhythm of rustling leaves and trickling streams.

Her gaze—those immense, soulful windows—holds an ancient wisdom, the kind that makes you believe in the old stories of fae courts and enchanted groves. Her lips are slightly parted, as if she’s just on the verge of speaking some profound truth or casting a beguiling spell. The leaves that encircle her, cradling her like the forest cradles its deepest secrets, suggest she’s but a moment away from vanishing into the foliage, leaving nothing but a fleeting sense of wonder in her wake.

Here stands a guardian of the green, a dweller in the spaces between wildflowers and whispering woods. You can almost hear the soft rustle of her wings, trailing shimmering dust as she flits through her realm, a silent protector of nature’s deep mysteries. This is not merely a fairy; she’s an embodiment of the forest’s spirit, a luminescent dream woven from moonbeams, dew drops, and the first light of dawn.

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[rinkarmine]

WHO LIVES IN THE POND

This chapter was inspired by a legend from my father's hometown. In a town surrounded by mountains. A rumor conveys the existence of a monster that lived in the pond and take the form of our idols to attract us.

A little boy named Alfred. A very courageous child, of a reserved and sensitive nature. But her family life was hell. You could still hear his father screaming and breaking things. Although not everyone knew Alfred and his mother were one of those things.

They would walk in the woods behind his house or around town until the sun went down.It was 1965 in a small town where life was simple. They loved walking around town but we also loved exploring the forest and digging the ground. We usually found bones from rodents and birds as well as small parts.It was a particularly hot November afternoon, just after Alfred turned 7 year. We could see her face was swollen and purple that day.

That day, our friends had decided to take advantage of the mild afternoon to observe the fish, it was an activity that they had enjoyed a lot for a few weeks. They ventured into the city a little further than usual and found a beautiful pond, filled with Guppy Poecilia reticulata and other kinds of small fish. Alfred had a distant, intrigued gaze as Sam, his best friend, focused on the fish.It was getting late, when suddenly :

- Can you hear him? What a beautiful song.

He sighed, marveling at something Sam couldn't hear. Sam ignored him.

After a few minutes, she walked towards the shore of the pond, probably looking for the source of the song. Sam couldn't hear anything other than the sound of leaves crackling under their feet and the chirping of birds.Sam followed Alfred without thinking, we had been walking for a few minutes when he came to a halt in front of gigantic and majestic reeds. The moonlight light shone differently here. Sam didn't quite understand but it was as if the air was twinkling. It was so peaceful. Alfred looked at the reeds in amazement. He started to wave his hands, as if to wave at someone he knew. Curious, Alfred looked at the reeds and saw a woman ... well what he thought she was. She was short and her skin seemed to produce a faint lilac light. Her long hair looked like a waterfall and her dress was like the wind.

- I'm sorry it took so long to answer your prayers Alfred.

- The song I heard at night ... was that you ?

Alfred asked timidly.

- Yes, my child.

The woman turned her gaze to Sam.

- Please get out of here. Your time has not yet come.

Hypnotized and a little scared, Sam obeyed. His manner of speaking was gentle but surprisingly authoritative, Sam walked away, and looking behind him, he saw that Alfred had approached the pond, and when he was in the water, you could see a pale, clawed hand on his head, submerging him to what we can no longer see.

But what Sam didn't know was who wasn't the only witness, there were also workers coming out of bars.When Sam got to his house, he came up to my room to rehearse what he would say when the adults noticed Alfred's disappearance. He was only 7 years old and there were a lot of basic principles that he didn't understand, but he was confident in me that Alfred would never come back and that no one would believe what he had seen.

That night, around two in the morning, Alfred's father knocked aggressively on the door to ask where his son had been. Sam replied vaguely that he had played with him by the pond until late afternoon but had not seen him since.Sam's father was the one who called the police. They told them that they would only start the search if Alfred had still not returned after 72 hours.During the investigation, they suspected her father of having murdered and buried her in the woods. His mother was found in the horribly beaten house and he was arrested. The police also discovered that he had killed his ex-wife. It reassured him about his decision to remain silent. It wasn't like he let an innocent man suffer. But there is still tons of testimony about seeing a humanoid being on the shore of the pond.

Once the city decided to see the pond prondor but even empty its muddy water there is. always water. Nowadays nothing is known of its depth or of the existence of a bottom and since nothing neither rises nor has been found.