Day 12 Macro (and I same time looking difference of baby+cat eye)
how did you get your cat to stay so still? Everytime I try and get a macro image of my cat's eyes...they turn away 3nodding
Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 3:22 pm
WraythRose Darkthorn
how did you get your cat to stay so still? Everytime I try and get a macro image of my cat's eyes...they turn away 3nodding
I have 4 cats.. and I think he was so sleepy head that moment so just staring straight. biggrin I did take so many pics so some turn out well ^^ Some times if you have something what interest your cat they can stay still (or run to that item ;D ) But it's hard your self try have some toy and camera at the same time...
I wasn't sure if she was supposed to have pupils or not because not a single reference had them, but some people leave them out as a stylistic choice. rofl
Thank you! ^^ And, yeah, she is actually supposed to have pupils. 3nodding
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 4:03 pm
Day: twelve Theme: drive
There were a lot of things wrong with the situation Conan found himself in. The most obvious was that there was an unconscious man in the back of the car. Beyond that, though, there was that hard, determined look in Irony’s eyes -- a look that meant bad things would soon follow. There was a chill in the air, despite the heat billowing through the vents. And Conan felt positively sick to his stomach when he thought about what they had done.
Irony had made it sound so innocent. Kidnap the teacher and use him to thwart Ambrose’s plans. Simple.
But this was wrong. There was no getting around that.
Conan looked at Irony. She appeared to be completely unfazed by what had just happened -- as if drugging and kidnapping someone was something she did daily. He frowned, eyebrows furrowing. Maybe it really was something she did daily. He wouldn’t put it past her.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, glancing over at him before returning her eyes to the road.
Conan fiddled with the sleeve of his shirt for a moment before turning to look at the man in the back seat. “I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”
“Relax. Have I ever made you do anything that went against those stupid morals of yours?”
He frowned. “I guess not.”
“Then don’t worry about it.” Her gaze returned to him, steady, determined, focused. “Okay?”
“Yeah. Okay.” He looked away from her, feeling as if nothing was actually okay.
Kidnapping. How could that possibly fit into his moral code? No matter what Irony said, he knew this was wrong, and that knowledge had his stomach twisted into knots. He looked out the window, watching the scenery pass by. He closed his eyes and focused on the sound of the air blowing out of the vents. If he stayed like that, listening to the whoosh of heat, he thought that maybe he could forget about what was going on -- that he and Irony were driving a stranger to who knew where because he was connected with Ambrose.
Conan sighed, leaning his head against the window.
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