They put the bands around my paws and wings unconsciously. I cry out for them to stop, when they walk away happily laughing among themselves, not at me, but as if they had just been walking casually by. I try to get up and follow them, but they merely take a muzzle and put it over my mouth when I try. My cries are muted. As I see them walk away, I know they don't see a friend, but rather a side conversation now worth listening to. Maybe I am. As I make the final decision, I bite my own long neck, and tear. Blood spurts everywhere. The life fades from me and I finally feel as if I had done something someone else will appreciate. Nobody wanted me here anyway.
Two day sketch?
Dunno, got tired of no gore.
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IM NOT A HUMAN (Fourth Art Book)
SonstigesYOU GUYS ACTUALLY READ MY CRAP Wow XD Well hope you enjoy number four of my art books! Cover was drawn by yours truly! SKIP TO LATER CHAPTERS FOR ACTUALLY OK ART