AlexTaxidermy

31/10/2024

Happy Halloween! May all demons, spirits and forces be with you!

Anna had been raised by her single mother, a woman of unyielding faith, who saw potential sin in her every move. Even the slightest infraction was met with harsh punishment. A meeting with a boy at school led to a full night of prayers, and a small lie earned her a three-day fast. Anna began to live in fear, convinced that every step she took would lead to suffering that she deserved.

In the dark days of her teenage years, a stranger unexpectedly appeared – a handsome, warm man whose gaze promised safety and understanding. He was there in the moments when the world felt merciless, when she felt like nobody, and despite her mother’s furious warnings – “That man is the Devil! You must not talk to him!” – Anna couldn’t help herself. Around him, she felt free.

One day, after her mother punished her with two straight days of prayers for disobedience, Anna, weakened and broken, felt she couldn’t bear another moment. Desperate, she decided to end her suffering. In the darkest hour of night, she climbed the cliff near her home, feeling that only death could bring her relief.

As she closed her eyes and took a step forward, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. Opening her eyes, she saw him standing before her, and beside him, like a shadow, appeared a strange white creature. It had two heads, pale eyes, and sharp teeth, and its fur was tinged with delicate shades of white and pink, evoking both fascination and dread. It looked almost adorable, like a toy from a child’s dream, but in Anna’s gaze, fear shone.

As she tried to step back, she realized who the man who had saved her truly was. He really was the ruler of Hell. She shivered, feeling an indescribable terror.

The man leaned toward her, whispering with a tenderness that seemed to soothe her wounds.

— Don’t be afraid, Anna. You are not the one at fault. The demon has come for your mother.

Anna watched as the strange, cute-but-terrifying creature glided toward her home, and for the first time in her life, a feeling she had never known before began to grow within her heart: freedom.

30/10/2024

Is the most awaited day of the year already tomorrow?
Someone is asking on my behalf 😈

28/10/2024

Attention! we are doing an international measurement of sweetness in chicks!

Duckling: ❤
Baby turkey: 😮

And by the way, both are in the store 😘

24/10/2024

Since my reach is completely dead and we are now in a small group, tell me:
If every possible creature existed, what kind of taxidermy would you like to have?
Of course, I want Drogon from Game of Thrones in his adult form 🥹

22/10/2024

The little girl was completely alone. Her fingers, blue from the cold, could no longer move as they once did. The frost seeped through every inch of her thin clothing, and the wind lashed at her face like needles. Every breath was heavy, as if the air around her thickened, becoming cold and sharp. She huddled beneath an old tree, which offered no protection from the freezing air. She tried to close her eyes, but images from the past—home, the warmth of a fire, her mother’s voice—came rushing back, only to collide with the harsh reality.

Her stomach was empty. She hadn’t felt hunger for a long time, and now the only thing she felt was the numbing cold. With great effort, she opened her eyes and saw him. A fox.

He appeared in the shadows, still, with white, hollow eyes staring right at her. He was both beautiful and terrifying. He disappeared as quickly as he had come, leaving only the sound of snow crunching in his wake. The weight on her chest grew heavier. She tried to stand, but her strength had left her.

The minutes dragged on, and darkness grew deeper. Her small body trembled, and though she fought it, tears began to roll down her cheeks, freezing almost immediately. She no longer had hope. No one was coming. She closed her eyes, just wanting to rest.

And then, in the silence, she heard a whisper.

“Everything will be all right now.”

She opened her eyes. In the place where shadows had once been, the fox now stood. But he was different. His fur glowed softly, and in his mouth, he held a lantern casting a warm light. With each moment, she felt the cold leave her. She no longer felt pain, hunger, or loneliness. His golden eyes gazed at her with kindness.

“Come,” he said in a soft, soothing voice. “I’ll show you your new home.”

The girl stood. She was warm now, as if the lantern’s glow was not just lighting the darkness but her heart as well. She looked one last time at her body, barely visible under the snow, and followed the fox, no longer feeling sadness.

19/10/2024

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The silence of the night stretched over the forest as Marek walked back from his evening stroll, along a path he knew by heart. But tonight, something felt different—an elusive tension in the air, as if something was watching him. He tried to dismiss the feeling, chalking it up to exhaustion, but step by step, the unease grew.

From the thick darkness between the trees, something emerged, catching his attention. At first, he thought it was a bird. Large wings silently cut through the air, but as his gaze sharpened, he realized this creature could not be any ordinary animal. Its legs ended in hooves, like a goat, yet its body twisted in an unnatural way, more like a predatory bird. Its beak, sharp and curved, resembled that of an eagle, but longer—built to tear apart any prey in its path.

But the most terrifying part was its eyes. Piercing blue, almost hypnotic, with narrow, reptilian slits that seemed to cut right through Marek. They were cold, not curious, but filled with an ancient hunger.

The creature stood still, as if weighing whether Marek was worth attacking. It didn’t move an inch, yet Marek felt the darkness around them thickening. He wanted to run, but something held him in place. Suddenly, the creature took a step forward—its hooves clicking softly against the ground, while its wings fluttered impatiently. Marek realized it wasn’t going to back down.

A sound escaped the beast’s mouth, a grinding noise, like metal scraping against metal, piercing the silence like a cry of despair. Then, its cold eyes locked onto Marek. Everything around him froze. The sky, the trees, the world—it all seemed to slip away, leaving him alone with this thing.

Then, without warning, the creature turned and silently flew off, disappearing into the trees. Marek started walking again, but something inside him had broken. When he finally reached home, he looked in the mirror. His eyes, once brown, now glowed with an icy blue hue, and his pupils had narrowed into thin, reptilian slits.

17/10/2024

Who is in this darkness?

16/10/2024

Today I'm in a reminiscing mood... Do you remember him? This is one of my favorite goats 😍

14/10/2024

Days passed, but I couldn’t shake the memory of that raccoon. His human-like eyes, the way his face shifted—it haunted me. I avoided talking about it at the center. The others seemed to have forgotten him already, moving on to the next case. But not me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his smile, that unsettling reminder that something much larger was going on.

I was on edge for weeks after that. Each animal that came in was scrutinized a little too closely by me, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary—until the marten showed up.

She was caught in a trap and had a severely injured paw. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen a marten at the center, but this one was different. She didn’t resist when we handled her, didn’t thrash or bite. She just... stared. Her eyes, much like the raccoon's, held that same eerie intelligence. I tried to convince myself that I was imagining it, that the raccoon incident had shaken me more than I realized. But deep down, I knew better.

The others praised her calmness, just like they had with the raccoon. "Such a smart animal," they said. "She must know we’re trying to help." But I couldn’t let it go. There was something wrong with her face too. Her fur, especially around her head, seemed unnaturally smooth, as if it were stretched too tightly over her skull. I caught myself staring at her more often than I should have, searching for that same shift I’d seen in the raccoon.

One evening, I was cleaning up after the vet had treated her paw. I was alone in the room, and the marten was in her cage, quietly watching me. Her eyes never left me, not even for a second. I felt a chill run down my spine. The lights flickered, casting long shadows in the room, and for a split second, I thought I saw her face shift—just like the raccoon’s.

I froze, my heart racing. The marten's eyes seemed to gleam in the dim light, a hint of something almost... amused. I backed away slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements. That’s when I noticed it. A faint scar on her neck, barely visible under the fur, as if something had been sewn or reattached. My mind raced. Was it another mask? Was this marten wearing a disguise too?

Before I could examine her closer, there was a knock on the door. I jumped, my nerves still raw. It was one of the senior staff, asking me to check on a new arrival—a fox. I shuddered involuntarily.

The fox was in the intake room, freshly brought in from a nearby farm. I glanced at the form. Broken leg, nothing unusual. But as I walked toward his enclosure, a familiar unease crept over me. The fox lay curled in the corner of his cage, his body still, but his eyes—those eyes—watched me closely.

I couldn't help but think of the raccoon, of the marten. The same strange sensation washed over me. I stepped closer, trying to get a better look at the fox’s face, when I heard a noise from behind me. The marten. She was standing up in her cage, her eyes locked onto mine, unblinking, as if daring me to make the connection.

My blood ran cold. They were connected. The raccoon, the marten, the fox. I didn’t know how or why, but I knew they weren’t just animals. They were something else. And I was starting to suspect there were many more like them.

As I turned to leave the room, I caught one last glance at the marten. Her lips twitched, just for a moment, as if she was trying to smile.

12/10/2024

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11/10/2024

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Long ago, when the world was still young, and all the gods still walked the earth, one of them, Koza, the god of stony hills, turned his dark attention to a certain tribe. In his mysterious grace, he granted them a land—a harsh realm full of sharp rocks, suffocating valleys, and rivers with black waters, stretching from the low mountains to the border of the green plains. There was little to live on in this cursed land. Plants grew sparsely, and the animals were small and wild. The people of this tribe were strong because only the strongest could survive in such a place. Those who were weak perished, devoured by the forest or frozen to death during the bitter winters.

Yet the tribe grew stronger and more numerous. Their resilience became both a pride and a curse for Koza. The winters grew colder, the food scarcer, but still, they did not die. On the contrary, they survived even the worst famines, feeding on the roots and moss that grew on bare rocks. As the tribe became too numerous, the young fled to the nearby plains, to the richer lands ruled by another god—a gentler, more loving deity. There, in the shadow of soft grasses and by abundant streams, the tribe began to forget about the stern god Koza. More and more people abandoned the mountains, choosing a life of comfort and plenty.

Soon, only one remained faithful to Koza—a frail old woman, bent and brittle like a dry leaf in the winter wind. She was too old to leave the mountains and prayed to Koza every day, singing his name among the cold rocks. But her prayers brought him no relief. On the contrary, they annoyed him. The god felt fear in her words, not devotion. He sensed weakness. And gods despise weakness.

When winter came, colder than ever before—the winter that was meant to take the old woman’s life—she called out to Koza for mercy. "Look upon me, oh great Koza! Do not abandon me in this frozen abyss!" But Koza knew no mercy. Her pleas only fueled his rage. Instead of granting her peace, he decided to punish her.

In the dead of night, as the wind howled like a wolf, Koza descended from the mountains, invisible yet omnipresent. The old woman felt her body begin to change. Every bone cracked, her skin stretched, and she screamed as her hands turned into hooves, and her body swelled with thick white fur. Her neck elongated, and from her forehead grew a long, twisted horn. Her eyes, once full of fear, were now cold and dead, like those of a beast.

Koza did not let her die. He did something worse. He cursed her to wander the wastelands for eternity—hungry, alone, and monstrous. With each step she took, she encountered others—innocent animals, and sometimes even people—and transformed them into creatures like herself. Thus, the nightmarish creatures were born—albinos with twisted horns, white fur, and murderous gazes—unicorn alpacas. They roam the cold, barren hills, seeking more victims to join their cursed horde.

The people who had left the mountain land began to hear stories of how creatures came from the icy hills—beings that were once human. When they approach, you hear their heavy steps and soft, choking bleats, as if they were trapped in eternal torment. And when you see them, it's already too late—for when a unicorn alpaca looks into your eyes, you become one of them.

No one returns to Koza’s land anymore. The land that was once a gift has become a cursed domain of monsters.

09/10/2024

The giveaway is over, I hope you had fun! 😍

Thanks to random.org, the winner was selected randomly. Congratulation Astrid Rudi
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08/10/2024

This beauty is still looking for her home ❤

In a distant future, centuries after the end of humanity due to a catastrophic nuclear war, Earth has experienced a rebirth. Human civilization has been reduced to scattered ruins, but nature, cleansed of pollutants, has regained its former vitality. Water and air are now pure, and the landscape is alive, green, and renewed. In this rejuvenated ecosystem, amidst lush forests and expansive meadows, new species have emerged, developing in harmony with their surroundings.

One of the remarkable results of evolution is a unique species of fox that has adapted to the colorful and species-rich fauna and flora of this world. This new species of fox, called Floracauda Vulpes, is a true master of camouflage. Its fur, saturated with colors and patterns mimicking the local flora, allows it to blend perfectly into an environment full of flowers and plants. Instead of the traditional red, its fur is a kaleidoscope of greens, reds, and other vibrant colors. The eyes of these creatures shine with a pure blue, reflecting the sky above them.

Floracauda Vulpes boasts an extraordinary number of tails, which are not only a unique anatomical feature but also serve as a form of camouflage and a hunting tactic. These tails, moved by even the lightest wind, mimic the fluttering of leaves and the enticing movements of plants, which are the favorite delicacies of local hares and other small animals that the fox might wish to capture.

Interestingly, these foxes also possess antlers, an unusual feature for their family. While the exact reasons for this phenomenon are unknown, it is speculated that the antlers may have developed as a defensive mechanism against larger predators that have also evolved in this new world. They may serve both to defend territory and to compete for a mate during the mating season.

In this world where nature has taken control and evolution has taken different paths than those we know, Floracauda Vulpes is a testament to life's incredible ability to adapt and survive under changing conditions, creating a dynamic balance between beauty and cunning.

01/10/2024

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30/09/2024

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24/09/2024

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Working as a volunteer at the wildlife rescue center was always more than just helping animals for me. Every creature that came into our care sparked my empathy and made me want to help. Every one, except for that raccoon.

He showed up one day with a broken hip, brought in by a hiker who had found him barely alive in the woods. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The other animals were terrified, growling, trying to escape whenever one of us got too close. But not him. This raccoon was… different.

He didn’t make any noise, didn’t growl. He just lay there, silently watching us from behind his swollen eyelids. Most of the staff were smitten with him. "He knows we want to help him," they said. "So smart, so calm." But I was afraid of him. There was something about him that I couldn’t put into words. His posture, the way he watched – those small, glistening eyes seemed to bore into anyone who got too close.

His face looked strange, almost as if it didn’t quite belong on his body. At first, I thought it was due to his injuries, maybe swelling. But the more I looked, the more I was sure something was wrong – his face looked poorly stuffed, like bad taxidermy. Every time our eyes met, I felt an unease that was hard to explain.

The vet who operated on his leg was visibly shaken afterward. He wouldn’t talk about what happened, but his eyes were filled with fear. A few days later, he resigned and vanished without explanation.

And then, the men in suits came.

It was odd because the government never took an interest in the animals at our center. They arrived with a police es**rt, their faces expressionless, their voices cold and matter-of-fact. They showed a warrant without offering any explanations. With extreme caution, they began packing the raccoon into an absurdly strong cage, like they were dealing with a dangerous criminal rather than an injured animal. Even the officers were tense, as if sensing something beyond routine.

As they packed the raccoon up, he turned his head toward me. For a moment, our eyes locked. I froze. His eyes… No, they weren’t animal eyes. They were human. Small, but filled with understanding, awareness, maybe even contempt. And then I noticed something else – his face shifted. The skin slid slightly, like it was just a mask.

And then… he smiled. The raccoon smiled, and I realized that whatever was under that skin wasn’t an animal. It was someone. Someone hiding in that body like a disguise.

23/09/2024

Tomorrow 😈👁🦝

18/09/2024

16/09/2024

I am publishing my latest taxidermy piece at this moment to draw attention to the dramatic flooding currently affecting Poland, Czechia, Austria, and Romania. This work serves not only as a reflection on the human crisis unfolding in these regions, but also as a call to remember the silent victims of such disasters: animals left behind. As we face increasing climate catastrophes, let us not forget those who suffer in silence.

Legend has it that when the great flood comes, it’s not only humans who must face its power, but something far darker as well. The water rises unexpectedly, and alarm bells sound at the last possible moment. Residents are given just 15 minutes to grab their documents, medicines, and make it to the evacuation point. Some escape in a rush, forgetting about the animals left behind in barns and homes, condemned to perish in the icy floodwaters.
It is said that animals who die this way do not pass peacefully. Their suffering doesn’t end with their last breath. Those that were abandoned return as demons—creatures with empty, white eyes, from which dark, filthy floodwater drips. Their bodies are twisted, merging with other creatures: dogs with the heads of pigs, sheep with the wings of geese, cows with serpentine tails.
The people who left their animals to die hear their pitiful cries and labored breaths at night. They can’t find peace. The demons visit their homes, slipping into their dreams, leaving the marks of wet paws on their doorsteps. When rain comes, those who failed their animals feel a cold touch on the back of their necks, hear the gurgle of water right behind them, and in mirrors, they see the reflections of those who were never saved.
The legend warns—if you don’t protect those who trust you, they will return for you. You cannot escape their wrath, and every flood brings not just water, but those who were never granted peace.

14/09/2024

Uwaga moi polscy obserwujacy!
Sorry that this post is not in English, but it's a local ad :)

Szukam kogoś kto odciąży mnie w mojej pracy, do stałej współpracy przy garbowaniu skór do taxidermii
Potrzebuję osoby, która zajmie się garbowaniem skór zwierząt (głównie lisów, ale czasem też kóz, owiec, kun, norek). Miesięcznie mam do ogarnięcia ok. 6-8 lisów, czasem wpadnie coś innego, w zależności od sezonu. Ważne, żeby skóry były dobrze wygarbowane – z zachowanymi tkankami przy oczach, nosie, wargach i pełnymi uszami. Chodzi o to, żeby były gotowe do montażu, a nie na dywan.
Ja wysyłam skóry zamrożone, Ty odsyłasz wygarbowane. Jeśli ktoś jest zainteresowany, proszę o fotki dotychczasowych prac i propozycję cenową w wiadomości prywatnej. ❤️

Zdjęcie dla uwagi :P

10/09/2024

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Jack sat at his desk, reviewing the documents for his new acquisition. He knew he had struck gold. He convinced his neighbor, Mrs. Kowalska, to sell him the estate she inherited from her late husband for a laughable sum. He claimed that her husband’s debts far exceeded the value of the entire inheritance.

"Mrs. Kowalska, this is really an unfortunate situation, but I can help you. I'll buy everything you inherited, and in return, I’ll cover those horrendous debts," he said, his voice filled with feigned concern.

The old woman looked at him for a moment, her lips curling into a slight smile.

"That’s kind of you, Mr. Jack. My husband always liked you. I agree," she said softly, signing the documents.

Jack couldn't believe how easy it had been. No one knew that behind his success lay years of deceit and manipulation. This deal was just another successful move for him.

After returning to the office, he began unpacking one of the sculptures. It was a small, dark figure with strange, twisted shapes. As he opened it, a small black moth suddenly flew out and straight into his mouth.

Jack choked, trying to spit out the creature. He pounded on his chest, but to no avail. Suddenly, he felt his throat fill with something sticky and thick. He began to spit out black, foul-smelling tar that dripped down his chin and neck.

"What... what’s happening?!" he gasped, struggling to breathe.

The moth, though small, seemed to grow inside him, spreading like poison. Jack collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain. His hands clawed at the air, desperately trying to rid himself of what was happening inside his body. But this was no ordinary moth.

In his final moments, as his consciousness faded, he heard the whisper of the old woman in his head.

"You think you're the only one who can deceive, Jack? Secrets are older than all of us..."

The last thing he saw was darkness. Darker than he had ever known before.

09/09/2024

I'm back! 🖤

05/06/2024

This is my last taxidermy job. Perhaps I will come back to it one day, when I manage to heal my back and my artistic sense desires it.
Brand new works will appear here soon, in your favorite, disturbing style :)

This is the story of a goat kid who is a guardian against supernatural forces:

"Three weeks ago, Beth woke up with excruciating pain in her spine. When she tried to move, the pain was so intense that her eyes involuntarily watered. Crying, she slid off the bed and crawled away to the bathroom, realizing that she needed help to deal with an urgent need. “This is so degrading,” she thought, calling out to her husband. Even then, despite such intense pain, she was sure that in a few days everything would be fine. There was no. Various doctors visited her, each with a new diagnosis. Sciatica, slipped disc, sacral muscle inflammation. Everyone prescribed new medications that not only didn't help, but also destroyed Beth's stomach. Just as she was getting better enough to be able to sit and even walk around the apartment, the next day the pain was so bad again that it tied Beth to the bed like old rusty handcuffs.

Throughout this time, her husband John was affectionate and tried to do everything he could for her. He walked her dog, even though he hated walking, and fed her cat, which he always complained about before. He helped her maintain hygiene and prepared meals, but the feeling of powerlessness and uselessness overwhelmed the woman more and more. She began to fear that her condition would never improve, and her savings were dwindling faster and faster.

A few days ago, she started noticing a change in John's behavior. She wasn't surprised by her husband's weariness or impatience, but for the first time she noticed hostility in his gaze. Although it lasted only a fraction of a second, she managed to notice it. Maybe not? The pain robbed her ability to think logically. At night, when the pain kept her awake, she heard whispers in the dark.

“Baby, please give me some water,” she asked, and again she saw something strange in John, something hostile, something… alien. “Is this my husband? Has he always looked at me like that? Didn't he have darker eyes?” - Intrusive thoughts haunted her.

Her dog and cat also started behaving strangely. Usually cuddly and affectionate, they now avoided her, looking at her with distrust. The cat, which had always been her pet, hissed at her when she tried to call him. Beth felt increasingly alienated in her own home. Each night brought new nightmares, and each morning began with pain that prevented her from getting out of bed.

“I have no intention of serving you! I can't wait for you to die," she heard it clearly, but John immediately acted confused, "I didn't say anything, can I give you some medicine, honey?"

As soon as her husband left for work, she called an old friend. Something snapped inside Beth. Sobbing, she talked about not only her pain, but also about suicidal thoughts and strange suspicions about her husband. She thought she was talking like a madwoman, but she heard on the phone:

"I had the same situation a year ago, I didn't tell anyone because no one would believe it... Listen, this is not your husband, this is not your dog or cat. They are no longer there... They are creatures from out of this world, I don't know, maybe demons. There is only one salvation. I'll bring you something that saved me and oh my god, Beth, you just have to trust me.”

She appeared at the house literally within a few hours, with a strange animal in her arms. It looked like a black goat, but Beth had never seen such long legs on this species, or such strange horns.
"Thank you very much for your support, but I can barely get up to eat, I can't take care of another animal..." she realized that she had made a mistake. She hadn't talked to her friend in too long and hadn't noticed that she had lost her mind.

“Beth, trust me, it's not an animal! It's some kind of artifact, I don't know, but I'm sure it will help you.” – She screamed and ran away. It happened so fast, and now Beth has another creature to care for, even though she can't even care for herself.

The strange goat looked at her with a look that definitely couldn't belong to an animal and lay down on the edge of the bed, intertwining its unrealistically long legs. Beth didn't notice when she fell asleep, but when she woke up John was already home. He was furious. As soon as he saw that his wife had opened her eyes, he started screaming, pointing at the goat. The animal got up and started looking at the man. Suddenly the pain in my back disappeared. She felt light, as if a huge burden had been lifted. At the same moment, John fell to the ground with a terrible scream.
"Something's happening! There's something inside me!" - He screamed, writhing on the floor.
Beth looked at him with a mixture of horror and relief. Eventually, whatever was bothering her was leaving her life. John stopped moving and his eyes became cloudy and white. Beth looked at the goat, which now had the same eyes. The animal stiffened in one position, with white eyes and a warm expression, becoming an artifact defending her.

After a year, Beth was a different person and felt stronger than ever. Her dog and cat returned to the normal life they lived together without her husband. She was just preparing dinner when a phone call came from an old friend: “Beth, I can't call anyone anymore, everyone thinks I'm crazy. It seems to me that my wife is a completely different person and for several weeks I have been feeling pain that paralyzes me!”
The woman looked at the dusty figurine of the strange goat and when she noticed its eyes turning blue again, she knew what to do."