So... I'm back. Just to let you guys know, I have a few stories in the works right now, but it may be a little before I get around to finish them. In the meantime, I'm going to write a few drabbles every now and then; it's good for the mind (and honestly, quite entertaining). So, here is drabble number 1. I know it's a little short, but it is a drabble... I'll try to make the next ones at least a little longer. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the "story". Feel free to review. Actually, I hope you review...
SMALL
Tigress sat in her room, fixed in utter and absolute concentration. Shifu had given them the day off, and for the first time in a long while the female Tiger had declined to use said opportunity to train. Anxious about being caught, she had stealthily snuck into the supply room to grab a bottle of ink, after which she proceeded discretely to her room, leading to her current predicament.
The object of her piercing gaze stood in unperturbed indifference to her ministrations. Challenging, mocking, the blank landscape seemed to assault her very being. You can't do this; this isn't your realm. You don't belong here. Growing increasingly angry, the feline master brought her brush to the canvas, making gentle, soaring strokes.
The alabaster wilderness began to give way to a new world, life from the harsh void that so recently charged her as incapable. Trees sprang from the ground, growth accelerated by the fertile waters of a mind at work. Houses erected themselves, providing shelter for the father and daughter that aimlessly strolled around their village, hand in hand. Finally, existence taken from absence, creation wrested from nothingness, Tigress surveyed the work of her hands. It was an admirable picture, one that even Crane might have wrought. Suddenly, the feline master pursed her lips in anger, a growl tugging at the back of her throat.
"Too small..."