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It was a strange looking artifact carved from a light-weight stone and crowned with feathers. it looked like it was either a broken sculpture, or maybe a mask? Though it could only fit an animal, but what kind he wondered.

He picked up the object ad held it, when a chill ran down his spine.

"Put on the mask" a strange voice whispered.

He felt unsure and hesitated, why should he listen to anyone he could not see?
The voice repeated, itself, and this time, he felt compelled to oblige. Something had
happened with that voice, sounding so dark, yet so familiar. The voice was speaking in a language he could not understand, but the authority it carried broke down his resistance.

The mask slid on to his face.

The world shifted, changing shades of green and yellow, and he was suddenly in a lush jungle. Birds cawed out from above, trees and vines snaked around coated in thorns, while something snarled in the brush. He was excited and horrified, again his reason took hold and he tried to remove the mask, but it was too late.

Something was happening.

He hadn't noticed it, but scales were quickly replacing skin throughout his body, as he struggled with the mask, his arms became weaker, and more impotent, as his body began to shift. His skeletal structure shifted pushing him from a humanoid to a theropod stance, and a tail shot out from behind him.

His face grew into a fanged snout while the his hands fused and developed into sharp claws. His feet elongated, with his toes following his fingers, except his inside caws elongating further, becoming the trademark claw of a raptor.

As the changes advanced, he still tried to remove the mask, but his will was breaking, as that strange voice returned again to break his will. His human clothing torn and useless fell away, as the owner of the voice appeared.

"Good to be seen' ya mon." The troll smiled, and came over to his new mount. He placed a saddle, and armor plates for the creature's neck, arms, legs and tail. At his touch what was left of his sentience ebbed away, he was the troll's mount and would carry him to victory over the Enemies of the Darkspear Tribe.

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Another one for my Warcraft promo!
I fooled around with some more brushes
Photoshop
2014
~Age

Description
Commission for

It was a strange looking artifact carved from a light-weight stone and crowned with feathers. it looked like it was either a broken sculpture, or maybe a mask? Though it could only fit an animal, but what kind he wondered.

He picked up the object ad held it, when a chill ran down his spine.

"Put on the mask" a strange voice whispered.

He felt unsure and hesitated, why should he listen to anyone he could not see?
The voice repeated, itself, and this time, he felt compelled to oblige. Something had
happened with that voice, sounding so dark, yet so familiar. The voice was speaking in a language he could not understand, but the authority it carried broke down his resistance.

The mask slid on to his face.

The world shifted, changing shades of green and yellow, and he was suddenly in a lush jungle. Birds cawed out from above, trees and vines snaked around coated in thorns, while something snarled in the brush. He was excited and horrified, again his reason took hold and he tried to remove the mask, but it was too late.

Something was happening.

He hadn't noticed it, but scales were quickly replacing skin throughout his body, as he struggled with the mask, his arms became weaker, and more impotent, as his body began to shift. His skeletal structure shifted pushing him from a humanoid to a theropod stance, and a tail shot out from behind him.

His face grew into a fanged snout while the his hands fused and developed into sharp claws. His feet elongated, with his toes following his fingers, except his inside caws elongating further, becoming the trademark claw of a raptor.

As the changes advanced, he still tried to remove the mask, but his will was breaking, as that strange voice returned again to break his will. His human clothing torn and useless fell away, as the owner of the voice appeared.

"Good to be seen' ya mon." The troll smiled, and came over to his new mount. He placed a saddle, and armor plates for the creature's neck, arms, legs and tail. At his touch what was left of his sentience ebbed away, he was the troll's mount and would carry him to victory over the Enemies of the Darkspear Tribe.

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Another one for my Warcraft promo!
I fooled around with some more brushes
Photoshop
2014
~Age