09-23-2012, 10:34 PM
The fluid steps of the horse worked well towards convincing Dalgina that he would make some lovely art. Perhaps she should draw him after she was done with the current picture. His steps weren't perfectly even, but that held an appeal to her, simply rocking things further out of balance. The wolf's grip on the canvas was tight, her claws digging slightly into the edges. It didn't help her nerves any with the way that the wolf was staring at her, eyes promising pain if she did anything to her.
Settling down a small distance away Dalgina let the art be looked over, nervous about what would be thought about it. She had been doing her best to create a beautiful copy of the ocean and capture it's beauty. She couldn't tell if it was good enough. The compliment got a tiny smile out of the wolf, her tail wagging. Thanks. Ducking her head Dalgina placed it back on the ground, staring over at the waves once more as they crashed against the shore. I've been painting since I learned to shift, so four months?
Settling down a small distance away Dalgina let the art be looked over, nervous about what would be thought about it. She had been doing her best to create a beautiful copy of the ocean and capture it's beauty. She couldn't tell if it was good enough. The compliment got a tiny smile out of the wolf, her tail wagging. Thanks. Ducking her head Dalgina placed it back on the ground, staring over at the waves once more as they crashed against the shore. I've been painting since I learned to shift, so four months?