Lazarus walked through the dense underbrush of the northern Canadian rainforest, wicking dew from the ferns and moss that clung to the trees, he noticed a clearing.
His prey hadn’t gone far, he didn’t know who he was hunting yet; man? Woman perhaps. Just that this person had seen his ressurection, Maybe they could give him answers to his infinitely climbing questions.
All he knew was the icey scent of his own respirator and the crisp air that followed. His lungs burned of nitrogen, his face peeled from it when he spoke, the agonizing pain of ice crystals instant formation and collapsing with each facial-muscle’s movement. He knew he had walked for miles after this person. For days, weeks maybe. Hours were a blur at this point. He counted the only hours that mattered- the ones where he found food and clean enough water to drink, But his appetite was never satisfied.
His search would continue until the ones that did this to him were found, and force fed the near biblical reckoning that could only be delivered by him; The un-satitiated beast, the ice breather, the twice fallen.
A WIP that I made around May 2023! Looong time ago PHEW. The initial idea was I wanted to make a dual-tone (absolute black and white. no gray) art of Graves and Shadow Company. It was just a sketch and I left it at that.
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