Tribal Noms (Patreon)

It's strange seeing this kind of thing happening in front of your very eyes. Shrunken to a rat's size, seeing the same happen to your team. Fleeing from what is now a giant monster, a colossal beast, yet it still looks like a youthful, curious boy.

I hid among the leaves, and saw what he did to my buddies. Pinched them from the ground like if picking a berry, opening his maw... Their screams, and that snapping, crunching sound. It was like watching a phenomenon of nature in the distance.

How I wish I closed my eyes at that moment. But even my eyelids were paralyzed. I saw it all. Ironically, weren't for the monster's casual indifference to this massacre, I wouldn't've been ignored (or forgotten) most likely, and I wouldn't be here telling this tale. And yet, this is what most haunts me. The demonic calmness with which he... he... god...

Very old sketch that I only now decided to finish. I like how the side-view and the mouth came out. I don't often draw hands well like that either, sadly...