04-07-2020, 11:28 AM
Painting was a fine art, something that provided culture and reflected culture. Why not share some of her own? Perhaps the kind that she was born with, or perhaps the kind she would make for herself. Either way, the serval had been enjoying herself. a canvas on a hill. She'd been staring out at the beachtown as the sun was coming up, light blue mingling with oranges and red. She dips her paw in some paint, starting the outline of the houses.
"but honestly, no one is calling your name" —-- writtenwish / elysium / serval / 6 months