
After a long trek while delivering cargo. Roni passes through a nomad graveyard along the main road. The cold air bites at Roni's hot nose, the hot steam escaping it doing nothing to warm it back up. Their young form throbbing sore from the strain, they take only a moment and look to their side while taking a hit from their Ketamine inhaler; Seeing a place where nomads that had fried their immune systems through severe injury die. Their golden eyes scan over each bone, each ribbon expressing the mourning of their friends and families. Roni understands that a similar fate will most likely befall them one day, But Roni has no place in a place like this. They are part of the clean cities, They have no family left to wrap their bones in ribbons. There is nothing and no one that will remain to be remember them when they pass on.
Roni blinks, finally coming to. Realizing they were zoned out in thought. Adjusting their headphones they turn them up high and keep moving. The drug quickly easing their sore body and by side effect their troubled mind.
"What a grim thing to envy." They mutter under their breath before continuing on.
By Norgad
Roni blinks, finally coming to. Realizing they were zoned out in thought. Adjusting their headphones they turn them up high and keep moving. The drug quickly easing their sore body and by side effect their troubled mind.
"What a grim thing to envy." They mutter under their breath before continuing on.
By Norgad
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Bat
Size 4408 x 2480px
File Size 6.37 MB
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