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    Earlier this week, the prospect of a weekly task had been exciting. Now, Val wasn't much in the mood for anything. Not only were the bandages that wrapped around his head, torso, and hind leg really bothersome and for the most part restricted him to camp, he still didn't know where his father had went. His clanmates had spoken to him like it wasn't that big of a deal, but that wasn't the case for Valemon. Still, he didn't want to let everyone down again by not doing the task Willow had assigned him.


    Since she had also recommended he use sand for something, the cub limped over to the red beach. Anakin was no longer around, so Val didn't have to try and remember to stay close by his side. He could go where he wanted, but that wasn't a good thing. As he struggled to drag his aching hind leg through the sands, he wished his father was there to pick him up and sternly but lovingly scold him about staying close to camp.


    An NPC had been kind enough to provide him with a stack of papers and a few tubes of blue paint. For a few minutes, the cub simply sat there on the shore, his supplies in front of him as he watched the waves. Eventually, even in his saddened state, he needed something else to distract him and opened the blue bottle of paint. As he fumbled to do so, he also squeezed a substantial amount of it on his paws, which was where he'd meant it to go anyways. Then, Valemon proceeded to paint on a single piece of paper, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he worked. When he'd finished, he had, in reality, only painted a few jagged circles and wavy lines on a crumpled up paper. But, to Val, it was a picture of Anakin. Remembering once again what Willow had said, he took a pawful of sand and sprinkled it over the wet paint. Now, it was a picture of his father on the beach. Whether doing this made him more sad or happy, he didn't know.

    Shining by no means thought of himself as an artist. The last time he had ever attempted to paint or draw something was as an apprentice. Several years ago at this point. Arts and crafts had never been his forte. He had seen plenty of creatures with a talent for them though, and could only wonder how they were so skilled.


    It was fun to mess around with from time to time, however. Didn't have to be good to enjoy it. Painting could be used as a way to pass the time. Express emotions or thoughts. Shining had spotted Valemon sitting out on the beach, watching the waves for a bit before getting to work on something. He hadn't intruded on the cub's work until after Val had finished. The feline could slightly tell how Val must have felt at the moment. He approached on quiet pawsteps, sinking a bit into the red sand with every step. "What did ya' make there, Val?" Shining said, sitting down on his hind legs, eyes on the painting.

    ★ ★ ★ The assassin slipped over next and looked the cub over. Clearly still watching over him protectively. Without his father or mother, he needed someone to watch him. So, here she was. Sitting silently to watch the scene calmly.


    "Speech."

    HEAVY WITH THE DEVIL, YOU CAN HEAR THE WEDDING BELLS

    that justice i had so wanted to replicate

    turned to tragedy before my cynical eyes

    Sekai moved closer, towards her brother with a frown. She'd heard what had happened, and it wasn't exactly good. Though, as she came closer to Valemon, she forced herself to smile. "Yeah, what is that?" She asked.


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