It takes practice and a willing mind to learn the ways of the sword. I swing left and chop down. Striking at the air with gleeful energy. In my mind I am a squire learning the ways of combat. I'm in the training yard practicing against my teacher. The next series of swing misses but...
CRASH!!
I'm brought out of my imagination by the sudden sound and look down. Uh oh...I broke one of the lamps. Daddy's not going to be happy with this. Maybe I can say sorry and get away with it?
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A commission from paddedringtail. Looks like poor Island is getting ready to have his little rump bared for the brush. I absolutely love the colors and how well he can bring an idea to life.
Ooooh that's for sure!And look at the face of concern that has the little one!From this situation he don't any escape!Love to see a second part of it!Including some hugs afterward!^^
Ooooh that's for sure!And look at the face of concern that has the little one!From this situation h
paddedringtail. Looks like poor Island is getting ready to have his little rump bared for the brush. I absolutely love the colors and how well he can bring an idea to life.
