Novel & Cerita Pegasus Draw

Azriel commanded in an utterly casual tone of voice, as if he were only showing a drawing of a natural landscape. Isolde, with trembling fingers, turned the paper to the second page. There, the strokes of the drawing were far more bold and wild. There appeared a sketch of Isolde sitting leaning back with her pair of plump legs forced wide apart. Azriel's head was depicted as buried between the mounds of Isolde's large breasts, as if nursing greedily there. Not stopping there, one of Azriel's hands in the drawing appeared to grope downward, with detailed fingers depicted as penetrating Isolde's sensitive vagina area.

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

we both muttered at the same time, then stared at each other like teenagers caught passing notes. For a while, none of us spoke. We watched Amy draw another two red wolves. She wrote mommy on one and then one with a tiny pup curled next to it, and she signed it as Amy. She scrunched up her nose as if she was missing something. She made another big and scary wolf and two pups next to it. I know it was Vespara and Nora, and Augustus. I saw that she drew Vespara closer to her feet, but drew Nora and Auggie on my side but near Vespara, but away from Dante, because she was too possessive of her father to share him. Now, I know, she was pondering where to draw Ace, as all the space near her was fi

The script was too ancient for me to understand so I focused on the drawings instead. The first one had a group of living beings, werewolves living together in a community, eating, relaxing, and living peacefully. The second one showed a few of them going on hunting and killing off the wild beasts easily. The leader seemed to have gained a lot of power and the next one showed him becoming more powerful and standing tall while addressing his pack. The drawings were fading away so I couldn’t catch all of it, but it seemed that this leader challenged the Moon Goddess herself, as he seemed to be jumping towards the moon with his claws pierced out.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

POV: Siena Blake “Mama, please,” Roman whispered softly, tugging on the hem of my blouse with both of his small hands like his grip alone could change my mind if he held on tightly enough. I looked down at him where he sat cross-legged on the thick living room rug, his sketchpad sprawled open beside him with bright crayon lines zigzagging across the page. The blue crayon was still in his hand, his fingers smudged with bits of color. His curls were wild and slightly messy from an entire afternoon spent drawing pictures of dragons breathing fire and tall buildings with tiny people inside them. At some point, he had even drawn a pink purse and labeled it “Mama’s Bag.” His cheeks were flushed fr

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-

I pulled Lylah to walk with me back outside. "Look. I found it! This must be the one. Look at this drawing. Horns, hooves, goaty looking ugly creature. No wonder he can't bear to look at himself in the mirror. I wouldn't want to see me like that either." I watched her observe the page whilst softly passing her delicate finger over the writing and drawing. "Yes. I think this guy is the one. This is no gentle beast. He will give us a good fight until he gives in," she said, turning her attention on me.

Rosie gasps, putting a hand to her mouth, then looks at Greyson, “Is that the sleeping God in the chalk drawing?” Greyson narrows his eyes a little at her, but nods slowly, “I think so, but I’m not certain. It looks like them.” She nods and grabs her grimoire and lets it fall open on her lap before she starts flipping pages,

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.