/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

Begs are like baby birds. They look ugly af when they start out, but all that awkwardness and flailing about is a necessary part of life. They're stretching their wings, building muscle control, developing an awareness of themselves through trial and error. Ints are starting to grow feathers. They still look pretty gnarly, but those feathers are evidence of their purpose and nature. But one day... one day, they will mature completely, and leave the nest of /ic/ as majestic, beautiful carcass eating vultures, whose, sickening, pungent odor will spread throughout the deserts of New Mexico.