So my last art book sucked. A lot. So here's a new one that sucks a little less!
I'm pitching to become an animator, so for all you peeps that have a little time, please criticize my work. Throw dirt at it, it wouldn't make me mad it will help me i...
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"Oh Sir Mytyo, how nice to see you!"
Mytyo grunted in acknowledgement, sighing when his two apprentices raced by him already squabbling about who would get any left over pies that the store owner owner, a lovely elderly lady named Clara, would give away if nobody bought them before their expiration date. Both Sharp and Thorn were big fans, but Mytyo never saw the appeal. Clara had long come to accept that Mytyo's constant scowl had nothing to do with him being angry, it was simply his normal behaviour. It was the days when the said scowl was absent that truly concerned her.
"Oh is that the little one?" The Kapatin lowered her reading glasses just a bit to see the young girl he had taken in. Unofficially of course but he hadn't gotten legally adopted either, besides he obviously treated her a lot better then the orphanage did. Cabica had stayed close to his side the entire way through town, for the villagers gave her unpleasant looks. Only a few days had passed since she had accidentally set the school on fire, and though he was pretty certain the damage had been repaired and all of it was over, the majority of villagers still seemed to think the little girl would set the rest of the village on fire.
He knew how that felt though.
She hugged close to his legs and it prompted him to give her a small nudge and otherwise pull away. Sure he had adopted her but he had no plans to get all touchy feelsy with her. She was the only other Tarcadian left, to keep her alive he had to be hard on her, and he couldn't do that if she turned him soft.
"Cabica this is Lady Clara, she's the one that makes the bread you like," Mytyo explained, Cabica looked up with a slow to come smile.
"Oh, well it's nice to meet you," Cabica awkwardly followed her mentor, gasping when she noticed through the back window there was a massive pair of eyes. "W-what is that?!"
"Calm down dearie, it's just my diant, Otto!" She folded her hands on the countertop. "He's a sweetheart, why, I've had him since I was but a little girl like yourself." Cabica watched as the brown sleepy eyes shifted a bit back and forth.
"How did I miss an animal that big..?" She looked over at Mytyo, the ex soldier was struggling to reach a higher shelf to grab some goods, huffing under his breath about how how the shelf was offensive to short people, even if he stood a foot taller then the majority of the kapatins. He glanced over when he heard the question.
"That, that's not a big animal." He snorted, no the long eared diant that the elder used to deliver things across town and even to the neighbouring villages was small compared to the beasts that roamed the planet he had been raised on. He tried not to think back but he already was, to days when he still had red eyes and hadn't even earned his horns.
It had only been a month since he had left the Car Factory, left, not rescued. While he was now among others of his kind he knew they didn't like him all that much. All accept one, who in the end got him in more trouble then he'd ever imagine possible.
