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Little art trade with a close friend!
His transformation into crocodile!~
(Crocodiles are.... VERY VERY difficult to draw x_x.... It was my first time.....)
Enjoy your transformation!

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Here a french story wrote by Nitshe , inspired from the drawing!

L'Eveil du dieu
Le temple était mort depuis des millénaires, et le sable en avait conquis tous les recoins. Ce sable qui collait aux joues, qui s'infiltrait dans les foulards et les gourdes, qui usait les hommes et la pierre, en avait englouti les trésors d'or, d'ambre et d'argent, et en avait chassé l'homme et les servants du lieu. Seul le dieu était resté, son sceptre d'or étendu sur ses genoux de basalte, somnolant dans le silence sépulcral de son tombeau de pierre et de feu, attendant son heure au plus profond du labyrinthe.
Cependant, l'homme qui finalement vint le voir ignorait tout du dieu. S'il avait connu ses légendes, il n'aurait pas pénétré dans le saint des saints avec autant d'impudence, et sa révérence serait allée au maître des lieux plutôt qu'aux pierres usées des murs antiques et aux bijoux répandus sur les dalles. Mais les yeux d'agathe de la divinité ne pouvaient voir, ses ouïes L'Eveil du dieu

Now available in english:

The God's Awakening
The temple had been dead for thousands of years, and sand had conquered its every corner. This sand that clung to skin, that seeped into scarves and gourds, that ate away men and stone, had engulfed the treasures of gold, amber and silver, had driven the men and the god's servants out of the place. Only the god remained, his golden scepter lying on his basalt knees, dozing in the sepulchral silence of the tomb of stone and fire, biding his time deep in the labyrinth.
The man who finally came to him however knew nothing of the god. If he had known the legend of Sobek, he would not have entered the sanctuary with such impudence, and his deference would have gone to the master of the place rather than to worn stones and scattered jewels. But the agate eyes of the divinity could not see, his ears could not hear, and his leathery hide that centuries had dented could not feel. Of all the treasures gathered in the room, the god’s scepter was the most magnificent, as if time had spared i The God's Awakening

Description
Little art trade with a close friend!
His transformation into crocodile!~
(Crocodiles are.... VERY VERY difficult to draw x_x.... It was my first time.....)
Enjoy your transformation!

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Here a french story wrote by Nitshe , inspired from the drawing!

L'Eveil du dieu
Le temple était mort depuis des millénaires, et le sable en avait conquis tous les recoins. Ce sable qui collait aux joues, qui s'infiltrait dans les foulards et les gourdes, qui usait les hommes et la pierre, en avait englouti les trésors d'or, d'ambre et d'argent, et en avait chassé l'homme et les servants du lieu. Seul le dieu était resté, son sceptre d'or étendu sur ses genoux de basalte, somnolant dans le silence sépulcral de son tombeau de pierre et de feu, attendant son heure au plus profond du labyrinthe.
Cependant, l'homme qui finalement vint le voir ignorait tout du dieu. S'il avait connu ses légendes, il n'aurait pas pénétré dans le saint des saints avec autant d'impudence, et sa révérence serait allée au maître des lieux plutôt qu'aux pierres usées des murs antiques et aux bijoux répandus sur les dalles. Mais les yeux d'agathe de la divinité ne pouvaient voir, ses ouïes L'Eveil du dieu

Now available in english:

The God's Awakening
The temple had been dead for thousands of years, and sand had conquered its every corner. This sand that clung to skin, that seeped into scarves and gourds, that ate away men and stone, had engulfed the treasures of gold, amber and silver, had driven the men and the god's servants out of the place. Only the god remained, his golden scepter lying on his basalt knees, dozing in the sepulchral silence of the tomb of stone and fire, biding his time deep in the labyrinth.
The man who finally came to him however knew nothing of the god. If he had known the legend of Sobek, he would not have entered the sanctuary with such impudence, and his deference would have gone to the master of the place rather than to worn stones and scattered jewels. But the agate eyes of the divinity could not see, his ears could not hear, and his leathery hide that centuries had dented could not feel. Of all the treasures gathered in the room, the god’s scepter was the most magnificent, as if time had spared i The God's Awakening