day 3 of my 30 day monster male art challenge. Slime. I found myself thinking… slimes and oozes are always hated little monsters… but what if they didn’t want to be slimes? Wouldn’t that be sad?
As you head through the depths of the cave, your lantern light finally catches on one of the oozes that inhabit this place. You remember being warned about them by the townspeople.
The greenish blob of plasm begins to shift, and you hold your casting arm aloft, a spell of fire on your lips. But as you ready your spell, the goopy gel of the creature seems almost to appear… faintly human for a moment, though it still drips.
As the wytchfire flickers in your palm, you feel yourself oddly transfixed by it as a head forms and turns towards you. Its eyes are green, and oddly beautiful.
The flames in your hand are warm now, and ready to cast… but you suddenly are not so sure as to what you must to, for the slime beast before you seems strangely pitiful, and your heart hurts as you realize,
he did not wish to be this way.