
Fluffeh sat solemnly on the curb of the sidewalk. Her mind flittered with solitary thoughts and cluelessness. Often times in movies, scenes like these are when the “character are lost” they say. But to her, that mattered little. She’d been misplaced somewhere in life, gone astray. She sat contemplating what to do. She shifted idly on the concrete beneath her, as the wind beat against her worn jacket. She breathed out a soft sigh, the breath crisp in the coldness as it blew back into her face. The chill bit at her nose, curling up tighter. Not of the weather, but the ice she felt within her being. Her anxieties, insecurities, and the nagging at the back of her thoughts of how stupid she was being.
She was frustrated, had her full of the life she was leading, but her actions of the moment weren’t much keener.
“I’m sitting alone, in front of a grungy bus stop with not a dime to my name, and nowhere to go.” She muttered aloud – as if the words would somehow clear her brain.
They didn’t.
Of course, they didn’t.
She had been told once, no matter what she had a place to go to, but she felt unsure now. The wind beating against her small frame, her tail laying lifelessly against the pavement. Her fists tightened into small knots as her claws bit into her palm.
If she had been opened up, the word that always beat inside her chest was, “Hollow.”
“I’m always hollow.”
“Always hollow.”
She’d say to herself.
It never felt sharper than when she sat alone on that sidewalk.
She’d had two options of “getting out.” The other one, she just couldn’t commit to, and the one she chose, the one that drove her astray to sit in the isolated cold was hardly an improvement. So, she waited. Endlessly waiting for what she was supposed to do, or for something else..
This is a two part story - two part drawing. The other half is drawn to the right, and till the weekend is over I won't know if I will write or draw the rest.
Ignore the mis-colours of the tail/face/paws, they're all supposed to be black but I fucked up.
I'll eventually update with a higher res picture of it, but I wanted to upload tonight.
Listened to this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AXuFpIOtQ0 while drawing. Relevant.
She was frustrated, had her full of the life she was leading, but her actions of the moment weren’t much keener.
“I’m sitting alone, in front of a grungy bus stop with not a dime to my name, and nowhere to go.” She muttered aloud – as if the words would somehow clear her brain.
They didn’t.
Of course, they didn’t.
She had been told once, no matter what she had a place to go to, but she felt unsure now. The wind beating against her small frame, her tail laying lifelessly against the pavement. Her fists tightened into small knots as her claws bit into her palm.
If she had been opened up, the word that always beat inside her chest was, “Hollow.”
“I’m always hollow.”
“Always hollow.”
She’d say to herself.
It never felt sharper than when she sat alone on that sidewalk.
She’d had two options of “getting out.” The other one, she just couldn’t commit to, and the one she chose, the one that drove her astray to sit in the isolated cold was hardly an improvement. So, she waited. Endlessly waiting for what she was supposed to do, or for something else..
This is a two part story - two part drawing. The other half is drawn to the right, and till the weekend is over I won't know if I will write or draw the rest.
Ignore the mis-colours of the tail/face/paws, they're all supposed to be black but I fucked up.
I'll eventually update with a higher res picture of it, but I wanted to upload tonight.
Listened to this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AXuFpIOtQ0 while drawing. Relevant.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 1204px
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