At the urging of my niece, who is the only person to have read any of my poetry since high school english class, I've decided to post some of my poetry. Yeah I know it doesn't rhyme, deal with it. This is my feelings on my fursona and what it means to ME to be a crow.
Category Prose / Doodle
Species Crow
Size 1212 x 1280px
File Size 249.8 kB
It helps to think of them as sheets of fabric instead of being solid, real wings fold and ripple when in use not just hanging stiff. Its like drawing curtains just keep in mind where the wind is blowing, sort of like thinking about where the light is shining from when shading. :)
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