The Story Teller
The fire burns bright and Vibrant as Uluri sits weaving stories.
To whom is she talking to?
There seems to be no one there.
Flames spit out Charcoals in return to her tall tales.
There is no such thing as these places you say you have seen.
Or at least, that's what I heard,
But she continued on her Rave of Adventures so Fraud.
A Master of Words wasted in these stories.
Even for The Trickster of which she is born as.
Smoke wisps in the are about them.
And the fire Sparks in disgust at these Lies.
Who is she talking to? Who is she Convincing?
I'm feeling very... talkative... expressive during this break. It's weird.
I really want to draw for the people who I must draw for, but my art gland has shriveled
for such people. Instead I sit around scribbling and writing.
Don't worry, this isn't vent art.
art/uluri © me
To whom is she talking to?
There seems to be no one there.
Flames spit out Charcoals in return to her tall tales.
There is no such thing as these places you say you have seen.
Or at least, that's what I heard,
But she continued on her Rave of Adventures so Fraud.
A Master of Words wasted in these stories.
Even for The Trickster of which she is born as.
Smoke wisps in the are about them.
And the fire Sparks in disgust at these Lies.
Who is she talking to? Who is she Convincing?
I'm feeling very... talkative... expressive during this break. It's weird.
I really want to draw for the people who I must draw for, but my art gland has shriveled
for such people. Instead I sit around scribbling and writing.
Don't worry, this isn't vent art.
art/uluri © me
Category Poetry / Fantasy
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 1280 x 1280px
File Size 195.5 kB
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