The Republic of Greater Appalachia wrote:Das Metro wrote:Gallows nodded and paced around the room, glancing at her blood painting that sat at the bottom of the chair she had been chained too. She looked at Ghost and bit her lip. Gallows really didn't want to have to ask Ghost for anything, but painting with his hooves was a pain, and frankly didn't look as good as when she had proper equipment. "G-Ghost?.. Ca- May I... Have a p-paintbrush?" she stuttered, looking at the lights cautiously.
"I will see if we have one." Ghost replied. He then went and looked for a paintbrush, which took a while, he looked for a long time without any luck, then he found one in a empty room. He then cane back to the room. "Found one."
Gallows muttered a near silent thanks and trudged off to the corner of the room by herself where she could paint in piece. She was feeling significantly better, much fuller... Her mana lines were settling again. Weakly, her horn glowed, and the flesh of her right foreleg split. Nonchalantly Gallows swabbed the brush into the wound as blood welled from the cut. With a covered brush, Gallows began to work at the wall. It was much nicer having a paintbrush, there was so much more detail should could bring into the painting with a brush.

