Old art
The boy had been told to stay away from the deep waters. It was the source of the bountiful harvests of fish that their nets regularly took in. Though it was the deep waters that the fish came from, the people only fished in the shallows, “so that the deep water would continue to bless them.”
The time of his coming of age ritual was at hand and in order to prove himself the boy decided to do something very stupid: he went fishing in the deep water. He reasoned to himself that there must truly be great fish in that deep abyss to provide so many large fish that they retrieved from the shores.
It was then that he discovered the true source of the fish. His boat overturned and impaled on his own hook, the boy was dragged blubbering and screaming through the water by an unseen attacker before finding himself on the shores of an unknown island. His captor, a horrific amalgamation of human and otherwordly, a deep one, croaked and pointed inland. Gasping for air, he could only cower in terror as he gazed upon the stone edifice of the Temple of Father Dagon.
The Deep Ones would remind him and the village who was the shepherd and who was the herd.
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The boy started as a pony boy and through a series of slight changes ended up like this, all in an attempt to salvage the image and keep me from killing it off (cuz I really like his body :p).
Be warned, a lot of my early stuff had guro-esque themes.
