"Gazelle was finally home in her luxurious penthouse suite at the top of the Palm Hotel where there were no doctors or beeping machines to bother her. She sat staring into her vanity mirror and seeing her tired eyes staring back, then she tried her daily warm-up scales. Her throat stung as she attempted to sing the notes, and the air was filled with only a thin strained high screech like a dying animal, followed by voiceless breath. Her throat remained tight, and her vocal range critically limited to painful squeaks. Her effort immediately required a drink of water, and she nearly choked on it as she swallowed with difficulty. She assuredly thought the record company would help with her recovery and she could return to the stage to entertain her fans, to sing beautiful music again.
A knock came from the door, and she answered it with another wordless hurting squeak. The bodyguard was a wolf, one she hasn't seen before. He didn't look her in the eyes, but instead hung his head like he was in shame. He held a letter out to her. Gazelle took it from his shaky paw, then he dropped something else. Before she could figure out what was happening, the wolf ran off. He left behind a short straw, and Gazelle was overcome with a terrible feeling. She took the letter into her room and read it, seeing that her contract had been terminated and she was to return all company property. She knew what it meant, and she knew she'd be on her own very, very soon. It wasn't fair, she thought they loved her, but to them, she was just a product, a fad, nothing any more special than the previous or the next. Rage filled her, feeling disappointed and cheated, discarded and betrayed, and with all her emotions on fire, she stood and threw the stool into her vanity, shattering the mirror in a sharp crash and scattering her beauty products everywhere. She fell to the floor and screamed a savage cry in silence as she couldn't make a sound to express her devastation. Her heart broke into pieces far worse than the mirror. She huddled in on herself, rocking back and forth with her paws gripping her eyes tight while her nerves shook, and a severe fear taking residence in the hole left in her heart.
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A knock came from the door, and she answered it with another wordless hurting squeak. The bodyguard was a wolf, one she hasn't seen before. He didn't look her in the eyes, but instead hung his head like he was in shame. He held a letter out to her. Gazelle took it from his shaky paw, then he dropped something else. Before she could figure out what was happening, the wolf ran off. He left behind a short straw, and Gazelle was overcome with a terrible feeling. She took the letter into her room and read it, seeing that her contract had been terminated and she was to return all company property. She knew what it meant, and she knew she'd be on her own very, very soon. It wasn't fair, she thought they loved her, but to them, she was just a product, a fad, nothing any more special than the previous or the next. Rage filled her, feeling disappointed and cheated, discarded and betrayed, and with all her emotions on fire, she stood and threw the stool into her vanity, shattering the mirror in a sharp crash and scattering her beauty products everywhere. She fell to the floor and screamed a savage cry in silence as she couldn't make a sound to express her devastation. Her heart broke into pieces far worse than the mirror. She huddled in on herself, rocking back and forth with her paws gripping her eyes tight while her nerves shook, and a severe fear taking residence in the hole left in her heart.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Gazelle
Size 850 x 1100px
File Size 195.5 kB
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