Mulan Drawing Novels & Stories

Her pencil finally moved. First she drew Elias. Tall. Straight shoulders. One hand slightly extended. Then she drew herself beside him. Small. Dark hair. Gray eyes. Emily leaned over. “That looks like you.” Luna nodded. “It is.” “Good start.” Luna said nothing. Because she was not finished. Her hand moved again. Slowly this time. Carefully. A woman appeared. Long hair. Soft eyes. The face remained unfinished. Still Luna knew who it was. Or maybe she did not.

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.

I traced the curve of her waist to her ass better and added the finishing details to her legs and the ocean washing up to it. It was almost perfect. All it needed to look exactly like the original was color but I didn't color my drawings. I never had, I had never thought painting it would make it better, either. But every time I drew Madelaine, I wanted the color to be in there. I shut my drawing book and kept it safe away from the water. Madelaine’s eyes were still closed, she must have fallen asleep. “Are you sleeping?” I asked, and she groaned, opening her eyes groggily.

That one stung. I brushed a stray curl from her cheek. “What are you drawing?” She hesitated, then flipped the page toward me. It was a sketch of three stick figures. One was tall with black hair, one with long brown hair, and one small in the middle holding both their hands. Ryan. Me. Her. My throat tightened. “That’s beautiful, Molly.” She shrugged. “I was bored.” Claire appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, that look on her face, the one that meant she’d been thinking about something serious.

A man, there is a girl in the middle of them and a woman holding hands. Well, I assume that the two in the drawing are women because they have skirts. Of course, who else are these three. It's Kenzo, Yelena and Marga. Their family drawing made by Yelena. I looked at his other drawings, there are mountains and then in the middle is the sun and I think the flower farm below him is the water color used in the drawing. There are also other drawings that look like the three of them again, but the same colors were used in the drawing.

I flipped a couple of pages until I got to a picture. The man had drawn the picture of the Qilin we had seen in the Ethereal realm down to the swirling patterned fur. On the next page was a picture of each leaf form the Qilin's mane along with a diagram of how to use it. This was exactly what we needed. I screamed with joy jumping out of my chair and gaining too many people's attention. I sat back down in my chair with a blush as Liam sniggered at me. "Shut up." I pointed at him before he could say anything. "Look"

Both Valeria and Mrs Shiella let out a gasp of surprise. "Goodness! You did?" "Hmm!" He opened the drawing, Valeria and Mrs Shiella couldn't help but peep at the book. Indeed, it was a drawing, a thin drawing with hands and feet, loosely drawn, the hair which was supposed to be grandma's looked like that of Medusa in Clash of the Titans. "Phew!" Valeria heaved silently so Fref wouldn't notice. "Wow... Is that really me?" Mrs Shiella asked, staring at the drawing with a crinkled nose.

Stella looked away a little guiltily, "I drew it on a whim. Since you don't allow me to have a pet dog, you're not even allowing me to draw one?" 'Stella had been to drawing classes before. Since Rainee had always been very attentive to her education, Stella had attended various classes in her childhood, such as drawing, dancing, piano, and flute. She had even gone to harp classes for two years. While she did not last long in her classes, she has great talent. She's considered a jack of all trades, a master of none. For instance, professionals may find her current drawing passable at most, but an average person would find it incredibly picturesque. The dog in the drawing, in particular, has

Breakfast ended more slowly than I expected. Aurelia insisted on showing me the drawing she'd made after the reception. It consisted mostly of flowers, three smiling stick figures, and what she assured me was a very accurate wolf. "It has four tails," I pointed out. "It was excited." "I see." Kael glanced at the page. "I've never met a wolf with four tails." "You haven't met this one." "I stand corrected." Apparently satisfied, Aurelia folded the drawing with great care before announcing she intended to keep it forever.

"You can look now, Ate Graziel." Graziel accepted the drawing with a warm smile. Three stick figures were drawn on the paper. One was a tall man. One was a little girl. And the last one was a woman with long hair. All three of them were holding hands. A gentle smile appeared on Graziel's face. "It's beautiful." "This is Daddy." Junie pointed at the tallest figure. "And this is me." Graziel nodded. "And this..." The little girl smiled brightly. "...is you."