And so the painting of the Bones mountain proceeds, with a creature that beholds, while simultaneously maintaining its product-identity-sensitive status by pretending to be called something else entirely.
Getting a paintbrush inside that mouth was a giant pain in the bum; I'd have much preferred it if the miniature had come disassembled, allowing me to paint its innards and then glue it together myself.
It now has a significant dental tartar problem, among its other personal defects.
I glued it to a 30mm steel washer and expanded the base modelling with Green Stuff.
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