The following “prologue” started as just a quickly typed narrative to go along with one of my latest drawings. But after a number of requests for some sort of ending, I came up with a little something.
Like my art, I have trouble keeping things simple and following the prologue below, is the end of the story.
It was just a game. Played by she and her sister countless times over many human lifetimes. It was just a game, to pass the time, a challenge by each in turn. A human was chosen by one, and the other would craft a mask that would allow her to take the human form most appealing to the chosen. Then she would have a “chance” meeting with him to start. He of course would want to get to know her better but she would resist at first and string him along. She would tease him, build his hopes and desires, then dash them, only to repeat the process.