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A simple horse

GuardianOfTheElement

Published: Nov 17, 2013

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Finally! I got a tablet for my birthday this past Friday and I am soooo happy

!!!!!! So to celebrate/test it out, I decided to draw a simple picture.....why I chose to do a horse I have no idea. They are hard animals to draw -_- But I think it came out pretty well for it being my first attempt at both a horse and at using a tablet. Please leave a comment or critique. I wish to improve and opinions are appreciated as long as they are within reason.

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