The Paintings that Breathe

Arinitti always knew she was special. She looked back at her time as a pup. She had always admired her mother's beauty. It was primal, aggressive, stunning. Arinitti knew she had some of that, her back had intricate patterns that only natural magma could match, but she lacked color on her front half.

To inspire her little pup, Daedhelos gave her pup paint to dress up her fur. She also gave her canvases of dried pelts pulled over wood frames. The fiery pup immediately took to it painting the canvases and herself. She quickly developed a live for painting.

She spent her days painting and was good at it, very good. As she grew she even began trading them. Her favorite thing to trade for was precious gems. The toskal had a large stash of pretty geodes. Geodes she still has to this day. And she still trades paintings for more.

Daedhelos couldn't have been more proud of her pup. She hung any paintings she was given in her home. Even to this day, every single painting Arinitti had done was hanging in her mothers home. She was Daedhelos pride and joy and the older toskal often showed it. Arinitti grew up knowing she was special and was now a confident female of the Sarlis tribe. And a high ranking member at that.

She smiled as a hand ran along a freshly dried painting. Itd been awhile since she'd given one to her mother. Perhaps it was about time she did so again. Yeah this one would be for Daed. She gently wrapped the painting of herself as a pup, slathered in paint.