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[Spontoon] The Glass Goose: Bad Memory [PLUG]
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As the Glass Goose climbed into the heavens, Dorothy felt her heart catch in her throat, and then move upward to pound in her ears, as her claws involuntarily popped and dug into the canvas upholstery of her seat, and her tail became a bottle brush. Her breathing came rapid and frantic, as she began to shake, her ears laid back against her head in stark terror.
And there she was, standing on the wrong side of a railing on the Fritz Crumholtz Memorial Bridge in Vale, staring down at the black water of the Muddock River churning into the South Bay so impossibly far below. Eyes wild, clothing, fur, and hair disheveled, pistols lost somewhere, completely unheeding as cars whooshed past through the fog shrouded night between the Salt Marshes and Moggy Bottom, the only sound in her ears the roar of the river and her own ragged breath, the only sound in her head the heart rending wails of a prostitute cradling the corpse of a murderer, kneeling among the cockroaches on the kitchen floor of a cheap boarding house.
She could feel her hands loosening on the rail, her knees giving way, her very soul dragging down like a blood soaked lead weight, aching to be washed clean, to be carried away to the silent depths of the sea by that river far below.
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warren.
As the Glass Goose climbed into the heavens, Dorothy felt her heart catch in her throat, and then move upward to pound in her ears, as her claws involuntarily popped and dug into the canvas upholstery of her seat, and her tail became a bottle brush. Her breathing came rapid and frantic, as she began to shake, her ears laid back against her head in stark terror.
And there she was, standing on the wrong side of a railing on the Fritz Crumholtz Memorial Bridge in Vale, staring down at the black water of the Muddock River churning into the South Bay so impossibly far below. Eyes wild, clothing, fur, and hair disheveled, pistols lost somewhere, completely unheeding as cars whooshed past through the fog shrouded night between the Salt Marshes and Moggy Bottom, the only sound in her ears the roar of the river and her own ragged breath, the only sound in her head the heart rending wails of a prostitute cradling the corpse of a murderer, kneeling among the cockroaches on the kitchen floor of a cheap boarding house.
She could feel her hands loosening on the rail, her knees giving way, her very soul dragging down like a blood soaked lead weight, aching to be washed clean, to be carried away to the silent depths of the sea by that river far below.
Art and story ©
warren.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Housecat
Size 282 x 1200px
File Size 92 kB
Yus! warren does great work! It's an honor for me to be presenting the Gaze on his behalf!
warren does great work! It's an honor for me to be presenting the Gaze on his behalf! 
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