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by naumachy » Thu Oct 05, 2017 12:02 pm
me, w no motivation: well time for two cyops in a row
anyway this is what happens when partial inspiration hits me mid homework . cyop + writing comp !
create a story about them - it can be anything but must be 'storybook style', with minimal words per page. i would like each to be 'illustrated', which can be with sketches [with this kalon only grey since obviously their design will be added in the end] or just google images to show the scene ! no word/page limit but please keep in mind how much you're writing or i might cry
edits; long hair [elbow length, hidden under the wrap??], short fur, long fur, tail, shine, ears
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by LivingLethal » Thu Oct 05, 2017 12:03 pm
LivingLethal :: Margaret :: Female
palettea mother's greatest loss wrote:
In the crisp autumn breeze, a miraculous boy first meets fresh air held by the gentle touch of a new mother ready to care for the love of her life. Swaying between the colorful trees, the caring mother sings a melody and lulls her child to sleep.

Springtime falls upon those hardened by winter, and a child accustomed to the cold meets the warm, inviting sun. Greenery hidden within the earth is welcomed to peep through, and withered flowers shunned by the vile frigid air blossom at the face of the shining sun. Under the watchful eye of his careful mother, a son dances in the soil and celebrates the learning of seasons.

Many seasons pass, and boys grow to men. A mother must learn to part with the child she has raised will all the love in her soul. Citizens are forewarned of war between the rich, and soon they begin to gather the young and strong. This son must learn his final lesson: breaking mother's heart.

Time has worn old mother dearest, yet her wise soul will never rest. Word of her son will soon come around, and her fears will turn out to be for the best. The quarrels of the powerful have killed the poor, and years of dedication turn out for woe. Her son has perished in a dead-end battle, and her heart has been sown in the blood-spattered ground. Forever she will wait for her child to return, but the chains of time grant no mercy to those who have lost their own.
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