Naked and Futanari versions:
Here: https://x.com/FankBones/status/1974808370067443840
Or here: https://bsky.app/profile/fankbones....../3m2h2phzos22c
Character Lore: Mara Fenn
Once, this shepherdess captivated every gaze. Her flock loved her singing, and the sheep would follow her voice as if it were a lullaby. But one spring night, her song was cut short and with it, the shepherdess herself vanished.
At dawn, they found only shreds of clothing and blood by the old stone cross. Since that day, not a single blade of grass has grown there.
Every year, on that same night, when the moon touches the hill, the village fills with the bleating of unseen sheep. The wind carries the scent of wet wool and smoldering moss. From the mist emerges the Mistress of the Quiet Pasture - tall, with eyes glowing green like ghostly fire, and long spectral braids trailing behind her.
Her body is pieced together from what remained: phantom flesh stitched with threads of grave soil and wilted herbs.
She walks from house to house, seeking those who once raised a hand against her or their descendants. With a single glance, she tears the soul from the body and leads it away on its final journey to the last pasture. There, among the graveyard mists, the souls become sheep, forever wandering the silent fields she tends.
Here: https://x.com/FankBones/status/1974808370067443840
Or here: https://bsky.app/profile/fankbones....../3m2h2phzos22c
Character Lore: Mara Fenn
Once, this shepherdess captivated every gaze. Her flock loved her singing, and the sheep would follow her voice as if it were a lullaby. But one spring night, her song was cut short and with it, the shepherdess herself vanished.
At dawn, they found only shreds of clothing and blood by the old stone cross. Since that day, not a single blade of grass has grown there.
Every year, on that same night, when the moon touches the hill, the village fills with the bleating of unseen sheep. The wind carries the scent of wet wool and smoldering moss. From the mist emerges the Mistress of the Quiet Pasture - tall, with eyes glowing green like ghostly fire, and long spectral braids trailing behind her.
Her body is pieced together from what remained: phantom flesh stitched with threads of grave soil and wilted herbs.
She walks from house to house, seeking those who once raised a hand against her or their descendants. With a single glance, she tears the soul from the body and leads it away on its final journey to the last pasture. There, among the graveyard mists, the souls become sheep, forever wandering the silent fields she tends.
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1920 x 1920px
File Size 1.59 MB
Listed in Folders
The adoptable auction is here: https://ych.commishes.com/auction/s.....uiet-pasture-/
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