At the Mountains of Beard

With a hunger that knows no end, the beard expands, extends, inhabits, animates.  The man no longer grows the beard, the beard grows the man.  The beard grows the horse, the troll, the house, the countryside.  The beard grows all.

Don't ask where that house/beard found a mace that big - I don't know the answer to that question.

In other news, we have a guest viking today from the marvelous Christina Ellis! 

Yes.

Full Metal Beard

It all seems harmless enough.  A symbiotic relationship, a partnership.  One feeds the other, they both stand to gain something.

However, as the balance is disrupted, and the beards grow stronger, they begin to overwhelm their hosts... take control.

 There is no hope.  There is no escape.  Only beards.

There will be more of this.

Heart of Beardness

 

Our descent into bearded madness continues.  It only gets more ridiculous from here.

Something Bearded This Way Comes...

Here are studies/experiments for a personal thing I've been working on:

Oddly enough these are all part of one thing.  It'll make sense eventually.   ... probably.