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I've been wanting to do these sort of illustrated drabbles alongside the main story, and so this will hopefully be one of many~! This actually takes place a fair bit before the initial comic, so enjoy!
Dreamies are a closed species that belong to
beagalltach
Salem Morpheus belongs to me
Salem regarded the little parasite suspended in the jar of liquid with a tired expression, eyes boring into it as if in hopes he could unlock all the answers he needed from it through power of sheer will. But all it did was float there, staring back at him ever-unblinking through the glass. Letting out a sigh, he set it back down upon his desk to rub at his tired eyes and get back to his notes.
Five months. Five months of unending research, constructing and deconstructing formulas, equations and theories to try and 'cure' these wretched parasites, especially those in their later stages for good, but it was all for naught. All he ever dreamed of since he was a child was to help those in his situation, born with an expiration date thanks to these wretched creatures wrapped literally around their brain, he wanted to help rid his kind of them with as little risk as possible but he'd run into nothing but dead-ends.
"At this rate, I'll be dead before I reach any kind of breakthroughs… if only there was a way around me fate…" Salem lamented aloud, knowing none could hear him-not even the preserved specimen watching him from the edge of his desk. It was unfortunate that these parasitic creatures were so destructive too, especially since they had originally been bred into his species centuries ago for nothing more than ornamental purposes. The idea made Salem momentarily ill, dizzy in fact. Wait, no this was something entirely different. He was having an attack, the pressure in his brain causing him to feel nauseous and he quickly got too his feet.
However he was unsteady at best, and as he wobbled he toppled over the glass jar. Oh no. He couldn't lose the specimen, it had been too valuable-! And it was going to be smashed to the floor in-Salem blinked. He was on the floor now, on his back. Not unusual when he had his attacks, but this time he was gazing back up at his specimen, still whole in its glass tube intact, held by his own two hands.
Salem did not recall how he got here, or how he'd caught his specimen so fast, but as he gazed into its unblinking eye he couldn't help a smile tug at the corner of his lips, as only one word suddenly but clearly burned its way into his brain, as if answering all his desperate prayers: "Symbiote"
Dreamies are a closed species that belong to
beagalltachSalem Morpheus belongs to me
Salem regarded the little parasite suspended in the jar of liquid with a tired expression, eyes boring into it as if in hopes he could unlock all the answers he needed from it through power of sheer will. But all it did was float there, staring back at him ever-unblinking through the glass. Letting out a sigh, he set it back down upon his desk to rub at his tired eyes and get back to his notes.
Five months. Five months of unending research, constructing and deconstructing formulas, equations and theories to try and 'cure' these wretched parasites, especially those in their later stages for good, but it was all for naught. All he ever dreamed of since he was a child was to help those in his situation, born with an expiration date thanks to these wretched creatures wrapped literally around their brain, he wanted to help rid his kind of them with as little risk as possible but he'd run into nothing but dead-ends.
"At this rate, I'll be dead before I reach any kind of breakthroughs… if only there was a way around me fate…" Salem lamented aloud, knowing none could hear him-not even the preserved specimen watching him from the edge of his desk. It was unfortunate that these parasitic creatures were so destructive too, especially since they had originally been bred into his species centuries ago for nothing more than ornamental purposes. The idea made Salem momentarily ill, dizzy in fact. Wait, no this was something entirely different. He was having an attack, the pressure in his brain causing him to feel nauseous and he quickly got too his feet.
However he was unsteady at best, and as he wobbled he toppled over the glass jar. Oh no. He couldn't lose the specimen, it had been too valuable-! And it was going to be smashed to the floor in-Salem blinked. He was on the floor now, on his back. Not unusual when he had his attacks, but this time he was gazing back up at his specimen, still whole in its glass tube intact, held by his own two hands.
Salem did not recall how he got here, or how he'd caught his specimen so fast, but as he gazed into its unblinking eye he couldn't help a smile tug at the corner of his lips, as only one word suddenly but clearly burned its way into his brain, as if answering all his desperate prayers: "Symbiote"
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Exotic (Other)
Size 900 x 702px
File Size 346.7 kB
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