dtae || Lake

Instructions

Disclaimer: the red stuff in the first one is NOT bl—d! The red stuff on Lake is not bl—d either, it’s a reflection of the evil presence of the spear thing! - [ Lynn + he/him ] Hai! Here’s a dtae! I had like zero motivation [ I started these guys like 3 weeks ago lol ], but I’m glad I finished them! I have more motivation now so I might draw some more… anyway, enjoy and good luck to everyone who entered!! 1. Scene 2. Scene 3. ?? I’ll add more later possibly! +LORE+ Once upon a time, long ago, a little boy turned up at the doorstep of a young lady’s cottage. His eyes held a strange beauty, like the gentle ripples that glistened on the lake, Loch Ness, and as the woman beckoned for him to come in, she could not help but notice his unnaturally pale, sickly skin that, when under the cool fading light of the moon, appeared to glow an eerie shade of green. Years went by and Lynn, she called him, began to ask about how he had come to her - he could not quite remember that dawn, it came to him as nothing but a blur, more dream than reality. He also became fascinated by the creatures that lived in the loch and the deep, rather odd, history of it. The loch had become quite a popular tourist destination - years ago a beast unlike anyone could fathom had been spotted there and Lynn was determined to find everything about it he could. Soon Lynn became old enough to go out into the wilderness and explore the moors, mountains, woods and valleys, the dark entwining roots of forests whose trees stretched into darkness, the streams and slivers of water that wove like threads of some invisible stitch downward. And of course his favourite to investigate - the lake. Every day he would go out to explore, and every afternoon he would return to show his adoptive mother his finds - a pretty snail shell, a dozen tadpoles trapped inside a thoroughly washed out jam jar, a tuft of feathers. For a birthday present, the woman gave him a little camera, and he adored it. Lynn would take pictures of wildlife, of the kites and buzzards that floated on the wind and the tracks of foxes and badgers. Time went by, and Lynn became more and more curious of the history of the lake and what tourists called 'The Loch Ness Monster' He began searching for any trace of the beast that haunted the murky waters. He collected photos, drawings, anything that would prove its existence. Strange things began to occur. He was not quite sure how, but often, usually at the crack of dawn, he found himself sitting by the rocks by the water, drenched and shivering - not with cold mind, but excitement. Lynn had learned that it was best not to trouble his adoptive mother - she would fret for hours, sometimes even banning him from leaving the house in worry - rather come in by the little window that opened into his bedroom. One night, the woman could not sleep. Icy seat trickled down her forehead and her ears rung. Carelessly, she stepped outside into the night. She had just settled down onto a rock when she heard something. Suddenly what had seemed at first a peaceful moonlit outing turned, and to her horror an almighty splash echoed over the water. The wind howled and mist clouded the hills. Amongst the fog, only the moon remained visible - that and two strangely beautiful eyes. The sky itself seemed to shrink back in surprise as she cried out into the inky black. - A few weeks later the village erupted into hunt. Men scowled and sharpened their blades. Elderly warned children to stay close to their mothers. Lynn was never found, but some say he hides amongst the reeds, waiting for someone to listen to his curious tale. He loves to tell stories...