Something of a Maze

I figured it was about time I took a look at how this build would look with some of my Gothic Horror elements, as that was the initial intention before Burrows and Badgers came along and became something I could actually get involved with this year.

The Black Coach.

The forest pressed in on all sides, suffocating the life from the air. The trees, twisted and gnarled, branches reached towards the moon, as if to snatch it from the sky and plunge the world into an even deeper darkness. The only sound was the creaking of the carriage wheels, the heavy breathing of the black horses, and the rustling of leaves as unknown creatures scratched at the underbrush.

The horses snorted, their eyes rolling wildly as they strained against the harness, their hooves pounding out a relentless rhythm.  Devoid of a driver, no reins guided the horses; no whip cracked through the air. The carriage seemed to move of its own accord, driven by some malevolent presence that brooked no resistance.

As it passed, the forest itself appeared to recoil, as if even the twisted trees and noxious undergrowth feared the dark vehicle. The air grew colder, the shadows deepening into pools of black ink that seemed to writhe and twist like living things.

The carriage hurtled on, its pace unrelenting, as if it knew exactly where it was going and would stop at nothing to get there.

And then, without warning, the carriage slowed, the horses coming to a stop before a massive, ancient tree, its branches twisted into impossible knots. The silence was oppressive, the only sound the heavy breathing of the horses and the creaking of the carriage as it settled into stillness.

I am pretty happy with how it’s looking, although a little concerned that this could be heading in the direction of a certain Romanian Castle.  It doesn’t help that my wife is busy coming up with ideas for our next Europe Tour, and Transylvania keeps popping up in her plans.