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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2018 4:19 pm
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Cillian stood to his paws, approaching the lioness with a smile. It seemed in the time they had spent together, the ghostly lion was growing more confident, more sure of himself. He liked Thwayya, she was fun and he enjoyed spending time with her. Maybe he'd just needed a friend to finally draw the introvert out.
"Well, you just...put your paw in the colors and, paint what you feel."
As he spoke, he demonstrated, putting his paw in the clay first, then drawing a shape on the rock wall, then in the berries with his other paw to draw another. The clay left a gray mark, the berries a brilliant red, mixing them together would probably result in a darker red?
A grin, he turned toward the lioness, then back to his art, painting with both forepaws. A creature? A lion? Well, as well as a lion could draw a lion. The drawing was crude, but well, at least he knew what it was.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2018 11:02 am
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Cillian seemed quite pleased with his own art, stepping back to admire his work. The shape of the creature was at lest lionish, the body, head, and tail shapes clearly distinguishable. Except....it seemed to have too many legs, lions are not supposed to have that many legs. Oh well, he still liked it.
A grin, the ghostly lion looked to his companion's piece, his head tilted curiously as he tried to figure out what it was. It was certainly what he would have called abstract, but maybe he was just not seeing it as she did?
"I like it. You seem to have painted yourself as much as you did the wall though."
He laughed quietly, indicating the splotches of clay and berry juice all over her fur. Not that he had fared much better, his own white paws thoroughly stained in various shades of gray and red. That was going to take a while to wash out.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 12:58 pm
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Uh-oh, Cillian was not sure he liked that look in Thwayya's eyes. She was up to something, what was she doing? The ghostly lion had barely had a chance to step back before he suddenly found a paw print left on his head. He blinked, staring at her a moment.
"Hey!"
Oh, she wanted to play that game did she? Alright then, it was on! His own paw raised, boping her on the nose and splattering paint on her in retaliation. Hah! Take that! A smirk, Cillian reared on his hind paws to splatter her with a few more globs of paint from his forepaws before quickly darting out of range toward the paints to 'reload', bracing for the retaliation he was sure would follow.
This was going to get messy, and something told him they were both going to be washing paint from their fur for the next week.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2018 10:30 am
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Paint was absolutely everywhere, the ground, the walls, his fur, his mane, his paws, his tail, even one ear was now distinctly berry red. Oops? The painted white lion didn't seem to mind though, not when his companion was just as covered as he was.
Cillian only grinned, a full body shake to fling the loose paint from his own pelt and onto Thwayya's. Well, this was going to take a while to wash out, and then there were paw prints and splatters all over the ground around them. Maybe the rain would wash that away?
"A painter who enjoys what he does."
It seemed the white lion had finally come out of his shell, at least around Thwayya, and he found he greatly enjoyed the time they spent together, that he looked forward to that time. But for now, it seemed they should call the painting finished, maybe a swim in the water would be good now, they could wash the paint from their fur before it stained any further.
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