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Join Date: Jan 2009
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You walk through the park, stretching your wings every now and then.
You realize how long it's been since you been in the city on ground, you're not quite sure which way to go.
You look around and see a woman around your age chasing after a paper with strange writing on it.
Her face was pink and she looked very upset, not to mention she was wailing and squeaking as she ran after the airborn paper.
You quickly fly over and grab the paper and land infront of her.
She looks at you for a moment, blinking, staring.
She sniffles a bit, and you hand her the paper.
"Ahh! Thank you so much! This is so important to me!!!" She smiles up at you.
You flash a short smile at her and say, "You're welcome."
She stops and looks at you again,
"Aren't you cold?" she blinked a bit.
"No... Not really. I'm fine." You reply.
"Oh, don't be so modest! I insist you come with me to get some nice hot soup and a coat!" She grabs your arm and drags you down the street.
"I'm Trisha, what's your name stranger?"
"(Your name here)." You wonder why she isn't the slightest bit concerned with the fact you have giant bird wings poking out your shoulder blades.
"Ohh, neat." You walk for a while, chatting about anything she begins a conversation about- where you're from- where you live- etcetera.
It was too hard to explain your whole life so you just said you're visiting from a foreign country.
No point in worrying the girl, right?
Once you arrive at her apartment, you realize how deprived of furniture you were.
"It's not much... But it's home!" She said cheerfully.
'Not much?!... this place is a palace compaired to sleeping under that bridge...' you think to yourself.
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More to come.
MAN THIS PICTURE TOOK FOREVER.
I was like, OMFG WILL I EVER BE DONE WITH THIS PIECE OF CRAP?!?! D;<
But I finished.
And I refuse to touch this drawing/digital painting again because it's such a pain in the buttox.
__________________I can only express puzzlement, that borders on alarm
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