| Artist | hotdoge [gallery] |
| Time spent | 4 hours, 33 minutes |
| Drawing sessions | 5 |
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Seasonstar wrote:Zara sat there, frowning to herself. Now she knew why they coward at the back of their cages. Seth was menacing. Even now her anger couldn't hold back the horrible, fleeting feeling of fright. She felt sick again as her emotions formed a torrent inside her. She sit there anyway, looking as if stone with only a breath of life left in her unmoving features. She'd seen on her first day the horrors of this place. She had gone past her own barriers and did the exact opposite of laying low and listening. Her curiosity will have killed her, but her anger even more than that.
Seasonstar wrote:The scientist's pellucid shout sufficed the information that he wasn't coming. Good. That would give Zara enough time.
She turned back, trying to get as much blood to stop as possible. She breathed deeply, wiping sweat from her forehead, but in return a little streak of blood remained. She ripped some loth from her long-since-washed jeans and stuffed it in the gash in attempt to stop the bleeding.
Seasonstar wrote:"I see the stars as a faraway hope. Too far out of reach, promising good times. It also holds our troubles, telling us there are dark times ahead. They are our dreams and wishes, true in a sense. The sky itself I see as a prison- keeping us in the present. Keeping us in reality. Keeping us from the outer wonders." Zara whispered to Demitri almost mutely. "The sky can be it's own beacon of hope. It hold our limits, yes, but it still holds our goals. It is life within it's own little space. It is our boundary with life and death." Zara continued.




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