Novel & Cerita Attack On Titan Drawing

AVA Something is up. I feel it in my bones, in the way the air stills when I walk by. The mansion feels like it’s holding its breath, like something is lurking just beyond what my eyes can see. The drawing. That damned drawing. It’s been haunting me since yesterday. A crude sketch, yes…but there was something wrong about it. The boy with the crown. The girl with wings. A shadow reaching between them. A river. A shadow behind them. Sebastian and I both saw it, and something in him changed.

A cigarette is behind his right ear, and I bet it won’t take long before he lights it and starts smoking. “I have looked at your drawings,” he starts saying after a few moments of silence. “They are not bad, but neither are they good. The one of Titan is terrible though, so I threw it where it belongs, in the garbage.” Does this asshole have any idea how much work I put into drawing Titan? Not only did I have to spy on him one night when he was running, but I also had to remember all the details perfectly. While I can’t see human faces, I have no problem with animals.

Elsa said looking around, the tress, the rocks, it was in the drawing like the place was photocopied. In the drawing was two girls in yellow and white and all around them were were shapeless creatures painted. "Andy is on same cloth with the girl in the picture." Elsa said. "Andy what happened here?" Sharon shouted. "Caitlin and I were attacked by a lion, I couldn't save her." "A lion, Caitlin Is a werewolf and a lion can't kill her so easily, the thrust in her bElsa was a single one." Sharon said. "What Devina drew right now is...."

Jo accepted the paper gently, unfolding it with careful fingers. At first glance, it looked like a simple child’s drawing: messy lines, smudged colors. But the longer Jo stared, the colder her blood ran. It was a drawing of a massive wolf, dark and powerful, kneeling under a broken moon. Its silver eyes were hollow and sad, its paws chained to the ground by thick black tendrils. Beside it, a man, tall, crowned, broken, stood slumped over, clutching his chest as blood spilled from his side.

He saw that the cover had ‘Caiden Silver’ written on it. Raising a brow, he flipped it open and his heart dropped. The word ‘Die’ was written in different fonts with blobs of red paint splattered across the page. Corbin flipped the page over, and his eyes widened, on the second page was a drawing of an arm which was slit open and written on the arm was ‘Caiden Silver.’ The third picture had a pack of sixteen wolves drawn on it, eating a person and on that person's body was written ‘Me’ as if the ‘me’s’ were colouring it. Each wolf had a name written on them representing all his siblings and parents in the drawing.

Eli sat at the table drawing something intense and detailed. “What’s that?” Dominic asked. “Our new family,” Eli said without looking up. Dominic set the plate down beside him. On the paper: Four figures. One tall. One slightly shorter. One small. One smaller still. All holding hands. The tallest one had an exaggerated straight line for a mouth. Dominic frowned. “Do I look that serious?” “Yes,” Eli answered simply. Lila entered moments later and slid into the chair beside them. She studied the drawing. “We look good,” she said.

Dante turned his face towards them. Lola nodded at the female guard direction. "What in the world did they do to deserve this? I will say it again it was because of the unlucky boy!" — Hm? Selling them off… Was Jared not alone? Dante asked himself, a paper suddenly caught his eyes, “Wait a minute, this drawing. This are... am taking this with me.” He said softly, folded it, dropped the small orange bag behind Lola and zoomed back to the towering tree. I need to meet the person who drew this. He may be among the people the Beasts captured or the other way round. He thought.

She touched one drawing. "This is the river. This is the buildings. This is the chamber." She moved her hand along the progression. "This is the arrivals. All of it, drawn, in order." She stopped. "And then this." Aria crouched down. The drawing at the end of the sequence was different from the others. Not architectural. Not geographical. Not the specific practical diagrams Elena had used for the physical preparations. A circle. Inside it, two figures. One large. One very small.

He led her to his room, where crayons were everywhere, and in the middle was a wild drawing of the three of them Titan, Mia, and Gun holding hands. Her chest tightened. “Why did you draw… him?” Titan frowned, confused. “Because he’s my daddy. And I think maybe he wants to love us, he’s just… scared.” Mia blinked back tears, forcing a smile. “You’re too smart for your age, baby boy.” Titan looked up at her suddenly. “Mummy?” “Hmm?” “That man in the park. You know him, right?” She froze. “What man?” “You know… the one you talked with. You laughed with him.”

A scrapping of a chair breaks the deteriorating conversation across the dinner table, Athan moving his chair back and heading out to the hallway. “Athan what are you doing?” His mother calls out after him, her eyes flickering between Calian and me. “I’m…here…I made this earlier on.” He enters back into the room holding a folded piece of paper in his hands. Surprisingly, he doesn’t hand it to his father, or even his mother…but moves towards me, placing it out in front of me. “I drew this.” He looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take it from him. I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes