The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 26
If there would be anyone here right now to observe the dragon from behind he would be tell that the red drake looked like a feverish painter creating his masterpiece with long, confident strokes in a sudden spark of creativity that he wants to squeeze out
None So Vile 21: For Glory
And if alabaster was a painter, that meat was his canvas, that blood his ink. “this man is the last in a line of conspirators," alabaster continued.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 7: Feathers and Fights
Every card they threw, every drink they downed, every crude remark flung at the passing staff was measured, countered, and redirected by nelneras with the care of a painter shaping a masterpiece.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book VIII Chapter 3
"flare" coriza whispered softly flare's tail made a happy, short swing automatically, his shyly reappearing burning tip drafting a modest, fiery dash in the air as if it would be a painter's brush outlining the first line of his masterpiece.
Slice of Lex Ch. 6
Lexi however, was placing painter's tape down on the floor in a square pattern, marking off a grid labeled one through nine. all of the lights she had hung and labeled corresponded to a piece of the grid.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book V Chapter 7
The red painter was everywhere, while all the other colors seemed to focus their chaos on a single point of focus, the red one ignored such boundaries. splashing red dashes in every direction, far more faster than the other artists.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book VI Chapter 13
A professor wouldn't waste time drawing on the whole page to keep the sizes real, he's not a painter, he only wanted to grab the silhouette"_ _spyro frowned thoughtfully, he always listened on every lesson and he never heard the professor saying that things
Renaissance of the Soul: Ch. 1 A Willing Sacrifice and A New Home
He was an amazing painter, but an odd one. you see, this was the only fur he drew. everything he painted after this...well; i'll let you see for yourself."
City of Light: Chapter 1
The half elf placed one hand on arcturus’ shoulder, the other winding around his hair like a painter. softly the browns of the man’s hair had blackened with tints of grey, as if someone had spilled a vial of ink.
Others, Part 1
Ps: there will be other sequels that devolve increasingly into painterly otherkin wish fulfillment. i call it the "alterhuman hobo fantasy" genre. you're gonna see more animals realizing their destiny, more strange events in everyday locations.
Leyak! (*Short story*) Part 1 of 2
“you're a painter, monsieur duchamp?" she asked, rubbing the stain with a clear liquid that stung the nose. “writer," i replied. “the paint got there by accident." “i'm colette."
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IX Chapter 8
They were all cramped together, squeezed together like a big family trying to fit into a painter's frame. "who the fuck sculpts so much? you guys have a statue fetish or something?"