Ochako Uraraka Drawing Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“He’s always busy now.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’m sorry, Aurora. That must have felt really sad.” She nodded, then reached into her backpack and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “I made this for you. At home last night.” I unfolded it carefully. It was a crayon drawing of stick figures: a tall man with dark hair, a little girl with pigtails, and....my stomach dropped, another woman with brown hair standing beside them, holding the little girl’s hand. A bright sun smiled overhead, and a clumsy wolf shape sat in the corner.

I set it on the table, opened the clasp, and flipped back the cover. There was no marked floor plan. No security notes. Nothing except one sheet of white paper that immediately slid out, slipped past my fingers, and landed directly on the table. In front of Rafael. Face-up. THANK YOU RAFA LEMON The drawing of Rafael stood tall across most of the page, with a long black rectangle for a body, arms that reached too far down, hair like an angry cloud, and a pink crown sized appropriately for a hamster. Beside him were lemon trees that looked like diseased broccoli.

I had a splendid dream of sitting on a cliff. The moon shone ten times brighter than it ever did on any other night, and beside me was the most beautiful being, a werewolf in his human form, having only my red shawl spread across his groin. One of his hands rested on top of mine, was so warm, and I stared at his face illuminated by the moon's sliver light. "I'm drawn to you, Amara Lively," his lips slowly moved as he called me by my full name. I never once thought he knew.

Inside was a collection of charcoal sticks, worn down to stubs, and several sheets of rough parchment. He crouched by the fire without a word, spread one sheet out across the dirt, and began to draw. Aria knelt slowly, watching the swift, sure movements of his hands. Charcoal whispered over parchment, leaving bold, curved strokes that became shapes faster than she could name them. A moon… no, a bleeding moon, hung over a clearing that looked too much like their camp. Figures formed in the shadows beneath it. Wolves. Men. Fire curling high into the sky.

This isn't an outline, this is a full-blown drawing. “This is…” “A hobby I picked up, nothing interesting” He waves it off and my heart shreds up a little. I flip the next page and it's another drawing of me lifting a bloodied figurine high up above my head. My lips are pursed harshly and are painted a sharp shade of ruby red. My eyes are a different shade of brown, they look glazed over like I'm in some sort of bloodlust haze. There are specks of blood splattered all over my face and hands.

Hmm, what more? I saw a picture of a girl beside his bed. I walked toward her and looked at the girl's face. "Is she his girlfriend?" If it's his girlfriend, why didn't I see her once? But it's not important now, I have an idea. I get my marker, which I used to sketch Sadako's face earlier, and I get the picture frame and draw something on the girl's face. I drew a horn on her head, vampire teeth, and eyeliner. BWAHAHAHAHAHA so funny. I'm done!

Prince Biha ordered. When Akira heard Biha’s command again without him saying whether they are going to get her clothes or not, she swelled up again. Since she didn't have anything to pack, Akira sat down in front of the tent and watched as Prince Biha and his remaining companions packed their stuff. “Hey, wait… What's that?” Akira asked when she saw a portrait in Biha’s hands. She quickly stood up and walked closer to him. Akira snatched the portrait from Biha’s hands to take a look at it. She was immediately surprised when she saw that the portrait was a pencil sketch of herself.

Finding a suitable angle, she sat down and started sketching the characters. Toph stood behind her, watching intently. Arya had a deep foundation in drawing, so she had managed to outline the basic features quickly. With some refinement, the two characters greeted them back on paper. At a glance, it was also obvious she had drawn them based on Chris and Lena! Zuko and Lina praised her, but Toph pointed out a few places with a frown. Arya had tried modifying those spots several times, but she could not get them right no matter what.

“Of course! You shouldn’t only be perfect for me. I want everyone to know that you can be gentle and loving. You’re not just a grump and a hothead. You’re more than that. You just need to care about people besides me.” Akiko waited for a reply, but Kenji remained silent as Kenzo stood up and handed his drawing to Akiko. It was no longer just a scribble; it depicted a figure with a stick body and a large head. But seeing the long hair of one of the figures made it clear that Kenzo was trying to draw Akiko, and not alone. Kenji was beside her. Kenzo even added the detail of their hands holding each other. “Is this me?” Akiko asked. Kenzo nodded.