06-18-2022, 06:06 PM
[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 410px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px;"]books, books, books. so many stacks of books surrounded the man, all about the same subject; animals. what could he say, he enjoyed the little creatures and everything they did. he fully believed each animal on this planet served a purpose, and he wanted to jot those purposes down so he could forever and always be grateful for their work. there was also the plus of just being one of the few who knew how to treat any ailments that someone’s furry friend (or scaley) may have. he was useful, he had a purpose.
griffin flipped through one of his books, the anatomy of equines, and pulled out a sketchbook. he grabbed another book, animal anatomy, and flipped until he found sheep. now he could get to work sketching out his scene. he bummed quietly to himself, loosely and effortlessly blocking out the shapes of a mare and a sheep. he was there for quite a while, switching before his charcoal nub and a pencil as he added more and more detail. eventually, upon his lap, was a fully sketched and shaded charcoal drawing of a horse and sheep grazing peacefully among the grassy field, a sun rising behind them signaling the dawn of a new day.
griffin flipped through one of his books, the anatomy of equines, and pulled out a sketchbook. he grabbed another book, animal anatomy, and flipped until he found sheep. now he could get to work sketching out his scene. he bummed quietly to himself, loosely and effortlessly blocking out the shapes of a mare and a sheep. he was there for quite a while, switching before his charcoal nub and a pencil as he added more and more detail. eventually, upon his lap, was a fully sketched and shaded charcoal drawing of a horse and sheep grazing peacefully among the grassy field, a sun rising behind them signaling the dawn of a new day.