Refining ones pallet?

[MysticalWeasel 915]

Another day of splendor and fine taste. Not uncommon for the winery of Numendil, they were well known for their production and curing of fine wines. Yet if you were to step out into courtyard of this fine winery. Your once delicate pallet and afternoon wine would come retching back up. Your gaze would fall upon a horrendous site. A body dangling, strapped to the fountain. Their feet tied tightly to the the fountain's head. The ropes would be taut around the ankles. As you continued to survey the horrific site a sickening sound can be heard. Flies buzzing and birds feasting upon the man's carcass. The body still fresh as some droplets of blood still filled into the once pure fountain. A caw would ring from one of the bird as it flew off. Revealing another horror, a decapitated goat's head was firmly placed on the man's feet. The sudden thought of seeing the goat head would make one think. Where is the man's face? Upon such a thought a grueling realization would come to you, the man was headless. Their head no where in sight. Upon this realization a small sense of being watched could be felt. The feeling coming from the goat's head. As if reveling in the torment this sickened canvas had produced. 
 



 

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Hope you enjoy this one. Sadly art was being weird this time.