Hell scorched in its eyes. Screams of a thousand nightmares rushed from its throat. Ruffian bucked, her reins tore across my palms but I ...


Hell scorched in its eyes. Screams of a thousand nightmares rushed from its throat. Ruffian bucked, her reins tore across my palms but I held her tight. My muscles begged to run, to leave, to never look back, but I couldn't, not without answers. It wailed at us again, angered we hadn't used our common sense and fled. The stench of rotting torsos gusted from its mouth biting into my skin. Vomit washed my throat, I swallowed hard to stop it from making an appearance. Ruffian pulled again, she hoped my mind had wavered but I couldn't go, not without answers.


Artist: Marco Gonzalez - www.asfodelo.artstation.com
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