With the beast’s eyes on him, Laidon’s feared for the creature’s intentions of devouring him. He did not wish for a death so painful. He wished for a death beyond any sentient being’s judgment over his grotesque form. He had misshapen eyes, which had two separate colors: one blue and the other brown. His hair was pushed over to the side where half of his head was starting to bald. His lips couldn’t even cover his two front teeth that would make horse’s teeth look smaller than his. His button nose was probably the only appealing sight of him and people would only stare at the center of his face than anywhere else of him.
Beside his appearance he had to make his escape from his nearby home: a tower that was set on a cliff, overlooking the endless oceans where he could listen to the storm’s wrath instead of the people’s cries of laughter or disgust of him. His parents and brother couldn’t even bare the sight of him. Not even when he came to visit they wouldn’t acknowledge him or dare look up. He was alone. Always alone until he met the serpent in the wood and it spoke to him in a feminine voice of gentleness. He fled from the creature and returned home only to find the beast once more when he desired a walk along the beach. He ran from the monster to the docks. He hopped into his boat and rowed out to the swelling waves.
“I will not die in a beast’s jaws. I will die in the ocean, where I can sink to nothing and be remembered or seen no more.” He told himself over and over again as he continued out. He didn’t see the beast follow him out to see. He didn’t see the waves increasing in their size. He felt the rain beat at his skin. He dared a glance up to the calamity around him only to be swept off from his boat and into his desired grave. Without a proper breath he knew his time would come, however fate had other plans. The green serpent took hold of him in her clutches. With large wings she glided through the dark currents like a sting ray. Her strength carried him that defied the wave’s pressure as she pushed through the surface. His lungs filled with air but fear clouded him and casted him into the darkness. The sound of her wings lulled him further into unconsciousness. Wherever she took him he prayed for a quick death.
This is my entry for the Twisted Fairy Tales hosted by
I wanted to do another challenge for myself. There are no lines in this. I painted this completely out of my head and wanted to give the scene through the green serpent's view before she plunges in after the poor man.
This story is called the Green Serpent. A fairy tale that's similar to beauty and the beast but somewhat reversed with a mix of Greek lore tossed in there. [link]
Green Serpent is written by Marie Catherine d'Aulnoy
Here's the story: [link]
I reversed it to where the lady is the green serpent and the man is the unfortunate cursed soul.