Silence of the Lambs

Samai sat on the edge of the window sill of the Art room, watching the dreary-looking clouds that ranged from light grey to black. He watched all the humans going about their lives. They probably knew it was going to start raining soon as they scurried across the campus. He licked at the panda kisses on his pale bottom lip. To him they were all lambs, naive and ignorant. His bangs were clipped back with two bobby pins. This was an odd behavior he did when he was about to paint.

"The weather is looking a bit gloomy." he sighed with a slight smirk. He bit lightly onto the end of his brush. He took out his ipod and put in the earbuds before dragging his canvas over, along with his "paint", to the window sill and started wildly painting, to the beat of the music.