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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] If one looked to where the Strider-English den was, they would find two things. One was that the entire den was surrounded in many types of flora, thanks to Jake's love of plants and Dirk's flower prints power. The second thing was that Dirk was currently stood outside the den, painting.


    He had, admittedly, wandered back to his former residence of ColouredClan to grab his art supplies, since he had been unable to bring them at his initial joining. Dirk now was painting on his old easel with his familiar paints, humming a small tune under his breath as he did so.
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    "The hell is that?" Epsilon asked ever-so-politely, padding over to look over Dirk's shoulder at the painting. The sheriff himself wasn't great with the fine arts, preferring math and science and solid knowledge to any of this... this crap. What use was it, but to stare at until you hated it? It made no sense to him, but he supposed he'd give Dirk a chance to explain it. Just for kicks.



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    The serval was walking around when she spotted the dou. She could not help but snort as she heard one of the felines exclaim what is this. "That, my uneducated tribe mate, is art in the making," the serval replied as she walked over. Aelin loved the finer things in life and was still hauling over her treasure old junk from her den in the loner lands. As she watched one of her new tribemates paint she couldn't help but smile softly. Music and art was one of her favorite things. Of course she only liked good art and music with. For now she couldn't tell if this painting would turn out well or not.

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