A child of poverty with next to nothing, except for a dazzling pair of white-and-gold feathered wings.
No, it did not take me that long to draw this. And for anyone wondering who this is, it's my version of c!Quackity for a massive Dream SMP retelling my sister and I are writing. More specifically, c!Quackity when he was nine years old. :]
They say the orphan then ran loose,
While he sang that sweet, old song.
Though this boy will never learn to fly,
He tried proving them all wrong.
Brotherhoods may be hard-won,
Never from this lonely soul –
Wandered into the wrong home, you see,
Always filling up the holes.
No, it did not take me that long to draw this. And for anyone wondering who this is, it's my version of c!Quackity for a massive Dream SMP retelling my sister and I are writing. More specifically, c!Quackity when he was nine years old. :]
