Stone Golem (Patreon)

It sits. Silently waiting it’s next command. It remains still, silent and helpless as it poses.

How long has it been since it was touched? Since it moved? It doesn’t mater to the golem. It knows only one thing. That it must obey. It must pose as it was commanded. It can think of nothing but that command.

The lines of power, etched into its very skin are forever a mark of it’s owner’s power. The violet light that subtly shifts as it flows through these channels act as a lock and key greater than any physical collar could ever be.

And so it waits. Posed. Staring. Silent and still. Obeying.

Forever.