Vacation Odyssey tf Page 20

His nails finally were restored, and the excess body hair gone. His head restored to its rightful features in skull, jaw, facial shape and size. But his Ears though shrunk and where human ears should be remained in the shape of a horse, and partially covered in hair. And besides shrinking his lower half had gone unchanged and remained essentially the same as before.
There was a word for the creature he was now, and it was Centaur, he waited earnestly in the hopes his lower body would return to it’s original shape. He stared at his rear end almost in disgust, hoping it would get the message and miraculously change. But there was no such luck. He could tell uncannily, as he had before that he was no longer changing. As if to signify it a rustling sounded behind him, the apple tree suddenly dropped all of its fruit that spoiled when it came into contact with the ground. The tree turned black and was beset by parasitic fungus, as it shrank into the earth dying totally. Awestruck in the events of the last few minutes, Chris clopped to his home. He would not be returning to his normal body any time soon, and that magical plant was gone.
Chris went to sleep staring at his wooden roof; he kept turning over in his mind the immense lack of closure he felt. It seemed pointless that some unknown force would change him from a horse, then to a horse-man and then into two different centaurs, isolate him from his family, friends and life as a whole and then leave him stuck that way for all eternity with no way to return back. He’d never thought about the fact of how much he missed people by the sheer reason he was preoccupied with fearing himself and hiding from the world.
As he tossed on his grass covered-floor he feel into an uneasy sleep. The next morning he awoke, and clomping noisily on his centaur hooves, he found the way to his field, and found it was there, but his apple “grove” was gone. In its place were huts, made of straw rather than wood like his, but resembling his own greatly.
In front of the closest one to him, Chris saw a family of three centaurs, a grown male, a fully grown female and a little boy. If one could judge centaur ages based on appearances Chris would assume them all in or around the same age group as he, save for the male who sported a beard that made him look old. They smiled and waved him over, the female weeping, and holding her arms out. She cried for her son. When the little one didn’t answer Chris somehow knew, she was beckoning for him. In disbelief he edged his way to the group of three, but he dared not approach too closely. He began to walk a circular path till he reached a good 10 yards away when she said word that struck him like a thunderbolt, “Welcome home, Christov”. Only his mother ever called him that.
Smiling his father and brother Miles clopped over to him, his dad patting him on the back and his brother punching him in the arm. Could this really be his family? His mother’s tearful expression turned to one of scolding, “Honestly Christov, you could tell us before you gallop off into the forest with your friends.” She smiled though she yelled, too overjoyed to see that her son was unharmed. “I swear that must have been a Vacation out of The Odyssey to have you gone so long.” Confused but certain he was home, Chris entered the hut to help prepare Breakfast with his family.
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This time this is the final end. I realize at the end the pictures weren't as great, and the story kinda went off on a couple of bizarre tangents and I apologize for any parts that seem tool-worthy. This project spanned from the end of May till the beginning of August, and you can see each section was completed more or less around the same time, cycle 1 was done in may, 2 in June, 3 at the end of July, and 4 on the first of August. I hadn't done a sequence this long since my old requests when I first got an account, and my longest continuous sequence was about 15 pages, though I may have done once for 25. Regardless this was massive undertaking and I'm so Glad I'm completely done with it. As these are sketches, in a week or so, they will all be committed to my scrap book.

For those who read and watched, thanks for viewing!

Chris is © to me.