Novel & Cerita Mabangis Na Hayop Drawing

She started scratching dark lines on a big piece of white paper. She drew a girl with a flat nose and lots of little brown dots on her cheeks. While she drew, a huge, happy smile came onto her face. She even used a bright yellow stone to draw big sun lines all around the girl's head, making her look like a bright star. At the very top of the paper, Amara wrote one word with her shaky hand: Mommy. "Why did you write that?" Jabari asked, his little eyebrows bunching up. "That does not look like the mean lady from the Okafor clan."

Even Mondrian would have called them abstract. Nyla was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Why not?" "Because your drawings are way too abstract. No one but you could possibly understand them," Mason whined. Nyla glanced at Damon, who was nearby, and handed him the drawings. "You take a look. Can you guess what these are?" Damon examined the first one. It seemed to depict an animal—but whether it was an elephant or a hippo, he couldn't tell. Furrowing his brow, he ventured, "A walrus?"

Rory raised his head and looked at Mable, who was walking upstairs, with an unreadable expression. After sitting alone in the living room for a while, Rory ordered Spike’s attendant to take down Spike’s drawings. Mable was the subject of every drawing Spike made. Although Spike was under five years old, he was a very talented artist. He could draw a portrait that was quite lifelike. Rory picked up a drawing. Glancing at it, he found a line of words written in Fasien in the lower right corner. [Mommy, I wasn’t picky about my food today and ate carrots and eggs. I will grow up so I can protect Mommy in the future.]

Mia replied, and she brought out a beautiful painting that was above average. “Oh, it's nice. Seems you're multi-talented” The boys praised her and continued to chat among themselves. Mason snorted while pointing at Philip and Craig's drawing, his expression, and tone filled with nothing but mockery as the boys continued to jest themselves. “What were you thinking? Did you just draw an amoeba?” “I bet the artist you showed must have laughed to death.” Caleb chirped in, laughing silently. “Stop laughing.” Craig chided and pointed at Mason's drawing of a dinosaur while having a feigned complicated expression on. “Look at that; I was wondering what the hell you had just drawn. Worse than amoeba

Oceana said sarcastically. "Jisela didn't tell me about this. How do I solve this?" She asked herself, and a large rock fell down. "I have little or no time." She hurriedly but carefully looked at the animals drawn on it. "Hmm, A horse, a lion, a leopard, a nightingale, a quill, a snake, a zebra and a koala. What does all these have to do with the dagger? " She asked herself and three rocks fell down making the floor to vibrate.

My mind reeled. Was this the continuation of the previous picture? It looked like it. I looked back and forth documenting every single etch in the sand and they looked alike. What could this mean? was it possible for me to walk? To move beside Alex on land, without needing to be carried or hidden away? The thought sent a thrill through my body, making my skin vibrate with excitement. I looked around, searching for more answers. My fingers traced along the sand for more answers, The drawings depicted everyday life, hunting, decorating, even a small story of what seems like a mermaid fighting an orca.

There was a loud silence as everyone was captivated by the intricate design of the painting. It was a complex drawing of a beast that had four heads. Heads that look like a mixture of wolf and man and each head having different eye colors. Bright blue ocean eyes like spirit. Red bloody eyes like flames of anger A golden yellow eyes like jealousy and lust and lastly silver, gray eyes like a plague of death. The heads shared one body with two arms and legs but it had four separate tails with three tails moderately lengthy while the fourth one which is the tail in the middle was significantly longer than the rest and the background was pitch dark like the darkest night.

"It's missing both ears." I watch as he picks up the stick this time and makes on the sand, two medium sized 'c's on both sides of the drawing. We both tilt our heads to the left at the same time and stare at the drawing on the sand. One of the eyes are way bigger than the other and the nose seems to be falling out of proportion, the shape of the head looks like that of an amoeba while the ears he just drew isn't fully connected to the face. "I think it's phenomenal," He says.

Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols. She stood from her seat to get a better view of her complete pictograph and forced her lips to produce a proud smile at a job well done. An odd creature that seems to be a hybrid of a black cat and a bat flew towards her also inspecting the work. The small creature was ill-proportioned having a head too big for its body and limbs too small to support its weight however it seems to be in perfect physiological and physical functioning.

Chapter thirty-three Anabelle Pov The hall was noisy, the moderators were discussing with each other. While other members were whispering. I couldn't think about the noise. I closed my eyes and started mapping out the drawing found. I drew the mountains first, filling it with amber color, the mountain was filled with different giant trees. After properly drawing the mountain I drew the moon-bird. It was so fine to my eyes, I couldn't believe I was able to draw the same art work and it was better than the previous one.