There is a beast that can oft be found stalking the halls of old farmhouses, deep in the dead of night. A creature of scales, feathers, spurs and talons; fire spurting from its beak’d mouth, it crows to the moon instead of the sun: Beware, the cockatrice; the demon chicken.

                                                         

Apparently Cockatrices hatched from the eggs of Cockerels, could turn you to stone with a single glance and would die if they heard a roosters call. How lame would it be to be killed by a fire breathing chicken?

Decided to do a non vector drawing today, think it came out rather nicely (the shadow is rather naff I’ll admit, but aside from that…)

See you tomorrow. Pip pip!

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