There we go! I like this one.^^






That would be a newer image of Mac.^^ I drew it on paper, traced it on Paint, and colored it in Paint as well. I've been learning about anatomy on a sight a found, and so I experimented.


A cloud Bori stood next to the door. "Paranoid says that until she feels like drawing me, my page'll be under construction. Now her excuse is a layout." He adjust his glasses a little, eyes closed. He opens them to glare at you.
Why're you still here?" He flicks his tail towards the opposite direction. He's not too friendly...

Cloud Adoptables



Adopt me!
Bori adoptables, presented by Musachan!



Obtained through an Art Trade with none other than Skylark_Sky. Thank you, he looks great! x3



Intro:
The cloud bori then sighs, knowing you won't be leaving soon. "Fine. Can I entertain you with a story? Maybe The Tell-Tale Heart, Tear Jerker, Mystery of the Kougra Paw, A Christmas Carol?" He pulls out all of the books he mentioned, but then sees your bored expresssion and sighs again, putting them back neatly, efficiently. He glances nervously at the bed in the room, which is currently occupied, you notice. You ask who is in it. "She's..My little sister. Strange, or at least...Was." He shakes his head, frustrated. "No, no, she's alive, just..lost. He digs around the shelf, obviously trying to find something. Finally, he pulls out an old brochure. "Animus Abduco, translating into withdrawal of the soul, is when an event causes someone's memory to alter. They have their memories, but they are no longer theirs.Rather, it is like a story, a dream, or a movie. It is very difficult to recover--," he cuts off, scoffing. "Uggh, I hate reading aloud. It sickens me, even nonfiction." His eyes droop down. "Anyways, she can't remember exactly who she is, just what she's done. It's not useful if she isn't attached to her memories. I've found certain things can trigger a feeling of unison between now and her past, but.." His eyes are soft, as he looks at the sleeping Zafara who seemed not that young, maximum sixteen, or some point in her teens.
Suddenly, the compassion in his eyes melts, and he now glares at you with intensity. "Just... Go. You're a stranger. I won't tell you anything. Last time I tried, he destroyed me. Trust is for those who can afford to be crushed again and again." He pulls a pocket watch out of his pants, checking the time. "Besides, it's almost six. Which means you should be getting dinn---Gah! I'm late!" He runs to the corner of the room, takes a tie from on top of the nightstand, loops it untied around his neck and dashes out the door, without so much as a goodbye. (I'll do it later..))




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