Once they were the heroes...

They say that a sorcerer found the coonkin out at Chazori's grave after years of mourning, when the ghost of the chocobo had begun to fade, and offered to bind her to this plane in exchange for the coonkin's soul. He refused, saying that his lover already owned it. Your head then, said the sorcerer, and the coonkin readily agreed. After all, he'd never used it for much more than keeping his hood up anyway.

Or so he thought. Without a head he had no eyes for seeing his love, no ears for hearing her. No lips or tongue for... other things.

She made him a head, the best way she knew how, but neither of them could draw a good face.

So now they scour the land, looking for a new head for him. Any head will do, really, as long as it doesn't keep rolling away. Any brains are better than yolks.

I am ineffably happy that Greenwing provided me another opportunity and the idea to draw Chazori and the coonkin again, and thankful to Chazori for continuing to be willing to play along. I love drawing them together!

30 Days of Monster Boys 14: Dullahan