*Collapses in exhaustion*
I think I may have bitten off more than I could chew with this piece. I’ve only been drawing things seriously for a month and a half now. 4 Different anthro species in one was a little rough and I apologize if you have a vulture or bear or rabbit fursona, I only studied the anatomy briefly.
But that’s okay because I’m passionate about this topic. In fact get ready because with my remaining energy here comes a rant, I love drawing, but remember I’m a writer first and foremost.
I hate bullies. I was bullied terribly in elementary school, to the point that I would look at the kitchen knives as I was doing dishes and wonder how bad it would hurt if I used one to end my life. Well, I hit my growth spurt in early in middle school and by the time 9th Grade rolled around I was standing at well over 6 ft tall. Guess what? Bullying stopped, and never happened again. I’m generally a mellow guy, it takes a lot to get me mad, but the quickest route to that destination is bullying someone in front of me. I’ll only ask once for you to stop. After that …well (forgive my language I don’t normally swear) you can be damned sure that I’ll come over there and kick you hard enough to cause a gag reflex in the back of your throat.