fear all but the puddles beneath your bare feet

Someone in a server I was in said that Wings of Fire analog horror would be cool, I know a few people have done it before but I kind of wanted to hop on the bandwagon and really make a couple videos. Of course that's a lot of effort lol, but I thought it might be fun to draw some.

It may be hard to see, sorry!

Here's a little story for this picture:


The sound of horse hooves clacking on the stone, now far from the comforting fields down below the mountains that have since been claimed by the utterly massive Mountain Dragons, their smoke curled in each direction you turned, inescapable.

Not alone of course, but the fear silenced all of us, nothing but the dull noise of the mountains and the clacking of hooves. Fog clouded your sight, so if you were to die, at least you wouldn't see it coming. Or maybe that made it worse. I couldn't help but hold my breath, awaiting for a sudden red or orange glow to emerge from the clouds, blasting a sharp breath of pure flame down upon us.

That would be a blessing.

I hopped off my horse, now pausing before a giant gaping hole between us and a cave likely full to the brim with those horrid creatures. I clenched a sword, flimsy to them likely. I turned to the other men who followed me, they urged me on, abandoning me practically. Any brave man would have followed. Cowards.

I entered the cave, the rock crunching beneath my feet made me let out little sobs. The floor was wet, and barely any light reached through, this cave ran deep through this mountain. It was freezing outside, but the farther you entered it began to warm. Maybe warm up too much. I drop the sword for a bit, feeling no need. My trembling heart calmed.

I knelt down near a river, larger than anything. I looked up, a small cavern. Less light emerging through there. I blinked my eyes, squinting as I shifted down the edge of the steep hill narrowing the water, it's rushing noise couldn't hide the loud stomp that rumbled the cave. Slowly, but surely, a massive creature, pure horror washing over me.

My face turned pale, I held my breath, perhaps not moving would save me? Or was that a mistake. I ran up as fast as I could, reaching for my sword, only now did I realize it looked like a mere TWIG to that thing. Smoke curled from it's nose.

It's gleaming eyes took a moment, I couldn't move, but soon it found me. It emerged farther, it's large wings huddled closer to itself as not to touch the rock, as it would rip it's scales off. It emerged farther, practically running towards me.

I could not scream.