Firsa watched in detached fascination as the other leonine stared hard at the object in her hands, wings unfurling in an aggressive posture. The doll slowly ripped under vicious claws as hands clenched around it.
"All men are scum," Catsulek snarled in a sing-song voice, seemingly unaware of what she was doing.
Sighing theatrically, Firsa slumped her shoulders. "I only asked if you thought my niece would like the doll," she muttered.
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This is one of my entries for Drakhenliche's contest. I have two other ideas to ink. I may color one, I'm not sure, depends on timing. But I'm rather pleased with how this turned out.
Comments
Drakhenliche Says:
Lol, this is so cool! Those facial expressions are just priceless and the body language matches 'em well. Poor Firsa - I'm guessing she won't be showing any more potential presents to a certain psychopath
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