Friday, 10 May 2013

The Girl With The Bear Paw

She bent down to examine, more closely, the earthworm trodden flat into the dirt. The girl with the bear paw recoiled, ever so slightly, when once she would have extended a claw and scraped it up to sniff.
Distracted by the strange sight of the newly soft and pale flesh of her left hand, she furrowed her brow and tried to remember. When and how had she lost that soft, dark fur and those useful claws?
As she straightened up, tiny clumps of fur from her remaining paw, started to fall as silently and softly as an early winter's snow.









13 comments:

JJ Beazley said...

Am I reading too much into her? No horns, no getting lost, more than a hint of metamorphosis. What's her name, Mel?

Anthropomorphica said...

The Girl with The Bear Paw, that, Jeff, is all we know...

Charlotte said...

She looks as though each shedding of her bearskin is an almost unbearable loss. Maybe she has folded it somewhere and left it under leaf mould.

Anthropomorphica said...

Charlotte!!!! My heart sings, thank you xx

Deborah Darling said...

shes gorgeous and so is her story xxx

Anthropomorphica said...

Thank you dear Deborah :)

Nicomi Nix Turner said...

Such a lovely lovely dear.

illustration poetry said...

can i be that girl?

k thanks <3

Anthropomorphica said...

Thank you Nicomi, love your jewel bright bugs!

If you like Lakhsimita, you most certainly may...

MoreThanHorror said...

I just discovered this. It's absolutely beautiful work. In every way, the doll, the story, the photo...can't wait to see more. -Thanks

Aracne said...

Simply stunning. I love the concept, the execution, everything!

Anthropomorphica said...

MoreThanHorror, thank you for dropping by and your lovely comments.

Aracne,thank you my dear!

Betsypetsy said...

Amazing doll !