This is the first time I’m going to do inktober.
I wanted to work on building up this fantasy world, or something, that I’ve been pondering on for over a year so I thought I’d also write up an accompanying snippet.
Here’s Week One!
Mustache
Beware the cat-mermaids. Under the dark waves they slumber and devour small fish.
If you feel a long tendril of a whisker on your feet, swim back to shore. They’ve been known to rub against your leg before taking you down into the watery depths.
However, stories sometimes say the cat-mermaids occasionally take a shine to certain, strange, individuals, and tolerate their presense.
Weave
When the world was mostly water the Waterweaver emerged from a rogue wave.
Bored and alone, she wove the rivers from the seas upon a loom made from her own wild hair. The Waterweaver gave shape to the riverbends and occasionally reshapes them.
Crown
…The new girl queen of the great port city, Scrimshaw Gate, ordered her guards to clear the throne room of any decoration or artifice.
She only wore pearls found in the harbour. Gauze from the markets. And the crown, of course. Her predecessors before her had each added a spike, however small, and she had to sit just so to avoid being pricked.
Murky
If, on a full moon, you go to Willow Wood Swamp, you may meet a creature lurking in the murky waters. And that creature will look like you.
Most people who witness them say that their moonlit twin always looked older than they did.
Those who said their twin looked close to their age always seemed to die not long after.
Deer
Awen, the deer of Creation, holds the universe upon their antlers.
Within the sprawling cities are galaxies. It’s said that each window on every house contains a world.
If one sees the face of Awen, it foretells good luck for the world. But bad luck for the vision bearer.
Pierce
On top of the lighthouse, a whiskey wife pierced the air with the sacred dagger.
From the shredded air, the cosmos began to slip out.
Starfish
The Owl King, on one of their nightly sojourns, wondered how the starfish got to the top of the Meteor Cliffs.
Continue on to Inktober Week Two
