09-20-2012, 04:42 PM
OOC: a very bad version of what dalgina drew. http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc382/...zps7640c4b1.png
She was very observant. Dalgina didn't know who this wolf was, but she knew that she knew far too much about the world to just be some passing stranger. Most wouldn't have bothered making that distinction. Shaking her head she looked back at the picture, not quite touching it. I've seen pups weep. She'd been one of them. The path was painful, but that didn't make it any less truthful. Ovi's ears flattened, a soft rumbling of discomfort coming from him. He didn't seem entirely comfortable with the conversation. Well, no one really enjoyed exploring their darker nature. Dalgina just hadn't been able to stop herself.
A slight smile appeared on Dalgina's face. It was a good question. They weep for what was lost. So many things had disappeared from her life. It was a pretty painful reminder to look at. Abruptly she turned her back to the art, no longer satisfied with looking at it, or being near it. It's not very good, but you can have it if you wish. It wasn't art she could bring back. She didn't have anyone to show it to without the fear of how it would effect them. This part of her had to be kept hidden.
She was very observant. Dalgina didn't know who this wolf was, but she knew that she knew far too much about the world to just be some passing stranger. Most wouldn't have bothered making that distinction. Shaking her head she looked back at the picture, not quite touching it. I've seen pups weep. She'd been one of them. The path was painful, but that didn't make it any less truthful. Ovi's ears flattened, a soft rumbling of discomfort coming from him. He didn't seem entirely comfortable with the conversation. Well, no one really enjoyed exploring their darker nature. Dalgina just hadn't been able to stop herself.
A slight smile appeared on Dalgina's face. It was a good question. They weep for what was lost. So many things had disappeared from her life. It was a pretty painful reminder to look at. Abruptly she turned her back to the art, no longer satisfied with looking at it, or being near it. It's not very good, but you can have it if you wish. It wasn't art she could bring back. She didn't have anyone to show it to without the fear of how it would effect them. This part of her had to be kept hidden.