Those Wings
04-12-2014, 09:54 AM
The boy would not stop his painting, even when a voice spoke, asking if he liked butterflies. The bottom arch would be created, and so he would drop down to all four and walk away a few feet and stop, dipping his paw into a small pool of water then whipped it against the floor to clean off the black paint. ?They are pretty, I like pretty.? He finally spoke in good tones, very friendly. Once his paw was clean enough he would turn back and gaze at the dark woman with violet orbs, his gaze focusing on her orange eyes a moment before going over her completely dark body then back to her eyes. Compared to her, Sal was just an inch smaller and had more colors to his fur. He mostly had a dark pelt, with grey on the back his ears and underside... and he had colors decorating his face and lining the grey on his body. ?I need to color it in still.? And with that he turned away form the woman, plopping himself down in front of a few piles of colorful goo. Tail wagged behind him as he tried to think of which one to use first, should he go with blue or red? Or maybe he should start with a light green and orange. ?What color do you think I should start with?? He turned his head towards the female, goofy smile plastered on his face. "normal. talk. think. you" |