Those Wings
04-12-2014, 08:57 AM
Colored paws would slide over the smooth surface of the cavern, a trail of black being left behind. Sal would be standing on his hindlegs as he did this, creating two vertical arches, the top being larger than the bottom. After that he would drop to all four and take a step back, head tilting to the side as he inspecting his handy work. Violet orbs would then travel to the floor, focusing on the butterfly wings that he was painting. Almost perfect, his was just a tiny bit lumpy on the larger arch, but that's only because his foreleg was getting cramped. With a happy wag of his tail the boy would take a step to the side and dip his paw in a pile of black goo he made for painting the outline, then would rear back up and begin making the other wing. "normal. talk. think. you" |
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