A mythical creature in the vein of the jackalope - the wolpertinger lives in alpine forests. Rarely seen by humans, and even more rarely captured, if you ever see one in the wild be prepared not to be believed.
Imagine her stepping out of a white Rolls Royce limousine and onto the red carpet. Flashes from cameras illuminate the gold thread in her gown and throw sparkles from her jewellery.
She's a star, and everyone knows it.
The fae are a tricky, treacherous lot – none more so than those of the Winter Court, fairies of ice and snow. They’re not malevolent, only playful. But what the fae consider only a harmless game can sometimes be dangerous for mortals.
Miss Clarabelle died in 1997 on her way to ‘50s night at the local rock’n’roll hotspot – tragically drowned to death in the wreck of a VW beetle that careered off the bridge under suspicious circumstances. However, as you can see, she didn’t let that stop her.
To this day she holds the title of hottest zombie on the dance floor.
This Pictish warrior is not historically accurate, since I’ve technically mixed elements from various Viking and Celtic peoples and eras.
My mythology is suspect and my history is half-remembered, but my art will never let me down.