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See, I'm a raccoon of many talents. I can draw, but this is the second time that I've gotten a muzzle at this angle right. I'm very proud of this image and will devour… whoops, I mean, "appreciate" any negative comments regarding this image. Positive feedback is also welcome. 224(he)'s supposed to be a raccoon anthro at the age of 18 and 411(she)'s supposed to be a German Shepherd anthro (age 7ish). I think that I've gotten her coloring wrong, so she looks more like a wolf in this image than a german shepherd. (Of which, I am used to drawing) If you look close enough, you can see the tattoo on her right arm and tears coming from her eyes as well. Now mind you, while the story contains a dark theme this picture is nothing unusual when you think about it.
There's a story behind this picture, but it's rated Mature for Violence, nudity, language and "unorthodox ideas". Part of the story can be found here: Forget About Me I guarantee that you will hate this story for it's content, but it also has it's moments. Below is a edited (for the General audience) segment of the story for this scene. Note: Inmates are not called by their names. Keep all this in mind if you read this.
“DISMISSED!”
The line of prisoners turned to face the door. None of them could move fast enough in the halls. Prisoner 411 and the others were taken straight to the(…) cells, of which were all the way down the prison for all their fellow inmates to see. The other eighty-something inmates only looked up to see the parade of fresh meat. Some didn’t even bother to look. These ones already had their spirits broken and could no longer think for themselves.
When the line reached their respective cells (or rather the first empty cells they came to), they were stopped and smacked into the cells two by two. They weren’t doing it systematically either. They randomly kicked each child in, but wound up with 411 as the odd girl out. The bear and badger guards grinned at her. She was the only one left. It was as if the two of them had saved her last on purpose. (…)
(…They) continued back down the prison. This time none of the prisoners bothered to look up at her. He stopped at one particular cell with a single prisoner inside. This prisoner was asleep on the bottom bunk covered entirely except for his black ears poking through the top and black paws poking out of the bottom. He didn’t bother to get up when his cage door was opened.
The cell itself was fairly small. Just like all the others, it had no windows. A single lightbulb hung from the ceiling like a spider on a thread. There were only two beds, if you could call them that. They were more like thin cots stuffed with straw. (No… T)hat would have been more comfortable. One bed existed on each side of the cell, which made only two paces of walkable floor. (That's three paces for 411's size.) You don't even want to know what the 'toilet' was. The (…guards) pushed the girl in and pointed to the other bed.
“You can wear those clothes,” the bear guard explained, “try not to get them dirty and 224 will explain the rest to you.”
“then…,” 411 mumbled and stopped, fearing her mistake.
Prisoner 224’s ears twitched at the sound of a little girl’s voice.
“Yes, you can speak,” the bear nodded, “but not to us and not where the Warden can hear you.”
“Yes-s s-sir,” 411 nodded at this, not moving anymore until the iron door was sealed and the bear was out of sight.
When he was gone, 411 didn’t care anymore about anything else. She fell to the ground, sobbing to herself. 224 tried to ignore her at first, but eventually gave up. He jolted into a sitting position, scaring the pup. He shushed for her to be quiet and paused when he saw her. She looked up at him. He wasn’t (…) like her. 411 didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.
He wore a wife beater with a faded 224 over the heart and a pair of thin green pants. The kind that you’d find in any hospital. He was a brown furred creature with black strips, yet greying hairs were showing through. His hands and feet were also black along with his nails. His striped thin tail swished behind him. His face looked like he was wearing a mask. He was a raccoon anthro, but also one of the skinniest that you would ever see. Even through his wife beater, 411 could see his ribcage.
“You’re a pup. Not just a small anthro, but an actual pup,” 224 almost laughed to himself scratching his head, “great… just great. It’s hard enough teaching an adult how things work here.”
“I’m sorry… I’ll try to learn fast…”
“Don’t be sorry,” 224 stood up, “it’s not your fault that you wound up here.”
411 stood up in attention. She was afraid of whatever would come next.
“I know how that hyena is… but I’m not him,” 224 covered her with his sheet, “Go ahead and get dressed. I wont look.”
The child only took a few slow minutes to both examine and put on the clothes that lay waiting for her on the cot. Green pants very much like the others and a white wife beater that was too big for her. Her number was written on the front of this shirt and back of the pants, signaling that they were hers. The pants were easy to slip, and tie on. The shirt, however, she squeaked when she pulled it over her head. Even though 224 said that he wouldn't, he couldn’t resist peaking for a moment… just as she finished slipping the shirt over her head. That bear had squeezed her shoulder so hard that it left a bruise under her fur.
“Here, let me get that for you,” 224 turned around and reached out for the back of 411’s shirt. He tied a knot in the collar so that it wouldn’t slip down to her waist so easily.
“Thank you…,” 411 mumbled to herself.
“It’s my pleasure,” 224 huffed as took back his sheet and sat back upon the bed.
(…)224 turned his attention back to his new cellmate, “do you have any more questions or do you want to wait ‘til later?”
“Why us,” 411 blurted out the question only a millisecond after the raccoon had finished his own. He almost mistook it for a bark of anger. 224 calmed down when he saw tears in her eyes, “I’ve been a good girl. Dad said that everything was going to be alright, if we just did what we were told. I was a good girl. I still am…”
224 didn’t quite catch everything that the canine had testified, but he got the drift. He quickly got up and embraced her in a hug. He rubbed her back to let her know that everything was going to be fine, even though he knew better. He had lost his last cellmate only a week or so before. He knew how much even the slightest touch from someone else could give a person a small piece of relief.
“Why did dad lie,” 411 gripped the stranger’s shirt and hid her face as she sobbed lightly, “I was good… but it didn’t get better…”
“shhh, your father didn’t lie,” 224 pet her head.
“Then why am I here?”
That was the one question that 224 could never answer. He didn’t know what her father’s case was or if he was truly innocent. All he knew was that according to the Anthro vs Darwin case, and the Osborn Act of 236 AC (After Collapse) that followed were the central cause of all the inmates’ grievances. To make a long (and unnecessary) story short, if an anthro is guilty of any major crimes, then their immediate family (spouse and claimed children) will loose all their civil rights as ‘equal beings’. That is what happened to 224. That is what is happening to 411 and all the other new inmates.
There's a story behind this picture, but it's rated Mature for Violence, nudity, language and "unorthodox ideas". Part of the story can be found here: Forget About Me I guarantee that you will hate this story for it's content, but it also has it's moments. Below is a edited (for the General audience) segment of the story for this scene. Note: Inmates are not called by their names. Keep all this in mind if you read this.
“DISMISSED!”
The line of prisoners turned to face the door. None of them could move fast enough in the halls. Prisoner 411 and the others were taken straight to the(…) cells, of which were all the way down the prison for all their fellow inmates to see. The other eighty-something inmates only looked up to see the parade of fresh meat. Some didn’t even bother to look. These ones already had their spirits broken and could no longer think for themselves.
When the line reached their respective cells (or rather the first empty cells they came to), they were stopped and smacked into the cells two by two. They weren’t doing it systematically either. They randomly kicked each child in, but wound up with 411 as the odd girl out. The bear and badger guards grinned at her. She was the only one left. It was as if the two of them had saved her last on purpose. (…)
(…They) continued back down the prison. This time none of the prisoners bothered to look up at her. He stopped at one particular cell with a single prisoner inside. This prisoner was asleep on the bottom bunk covered entirely except for his black ears poking through the top and black paws poking out of the bottom. He didn’t bother to get up when his cage door was opened.
The cell itself was fairly small. Just like all the others, it had no windows. A single lightbulb hung from the ceiling like a spider on a thread. There were only two beds, if you could call them that. They were more like thin cots stuffed with straw. (No… T)hat would have been more comfortable. One bed existed on each side of the cell, which made only two paces of walkable floor. (That's three paces for 411's size.) You don't even want to know what the 'toilet' was. The (…guards) pushed the girl in and pointed to the other bed.
“You can wear those clothes,” the bear guard explained, “try not to get them dirty and 224 will explain the rest to you.”
“then…,” 411 mumbled and stopped, fearing her mistake.
Prisoner 224’s ears twitched at the sound of a little girl’s voice.
“Yes, you can speak,” the bear nodded, “but not to us and not where the Warden can hear you.”
“Yes-s s-sir,” 411 nodded at this, not moving anymore until the iron door was sealed and the bear was out of sight.
When he was gone, 411 didn’t care anymore about anything else. She fell to the ground, sobbing to herself. 224 tried to ignore her at first, but eventually gave up. He jolted into a sitting position, scaring the pup. He shushed for her to be quiet and paused when he saw her. She looked up at him. He wasn’t (…) like her. 411 didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.
He wore a wife beater with a faded 224 over the heart and a pair of thin green pants. The kind that you’d find in any hospital. He was a brown furred creature with black strips, yet greying hairs were showing through. His hands and feet were also black along with his nails. His striped thin tail swished behind him. His face looked like he was wearing a mask. He was a raccoon anthro, but also one of the skinniest that you would ever see. Even through his wife beater, 411 could see his ribcage.
“You’re a pup. Not just a small anthro, but an actual pup,” 224 almost laughed to himself scratching his head, “great… just great. It’s hard enough teaching an adult how things work here.”
“I’m sorry… I’ll try to learn fast…”
“Don’t be sorry,” 224 stood up, “it’s not your fault that you wound up here.”
411 stood up in attention. She was afraid of whatever would come next.
“I know how that hyena is… but I’m not him,” 224 covered her with his sheet, “Go ahead and get dressed. I wont look.”
The child only took a few slow minutes to both examine and put on the clothes that lay waiting for her on the cot. Green pants very much like the others and a white wife beater that was too big for her. Her number was written on the front of this shirt and back of the pants, signaling that they were hers. The pants were easy to slip, and tie on. The shirt, however, she squeaked when she pulled it over her head. Even though 224 said that he wouldn't, he couldn’t resist peaking for a moment… just as she finished slipping the shirt over her head. That bear had squeezed her shoulder so hard that it left a bruise under her fur.
“Here, let me get that for you,” 224 turned around and reached out for the back of 411’s shirt. He tied a knot in the collar so that it wouldn’t slip down to her waist so easily.
“Thank you…,” 411 mumbled to herself.
“It’s my pleasure,” 224 huffed as took back his sheet and sat back upon the bed.
(…)224 turned his attention back to his new cellmate, “do you have any more questions or do you want to wait ‘til later?”
“Why us,” 411 blurted out the question only a millisecond after the raccoon had finished his own. He almost mistook it for a bark of anger. 224 calmed down when he saw tears in her eyes, “I’ve been a good girl. Dad said that everything was going to be alright, if we just did what we were told. I was a good girl. I still am…”
224 didn’t quite catch everything that the canine had testified, but he got the drift. He quickly got up and embraced her in a hug. He rubbed her back to let her know that everything was going to be fine, even though he knew better. He had lost his last cellmate only a week or so before. He knew how much even the slightest touch from someone else could give a person a small piece of relief.
“Why did dad lie,” 411 gripped the stranger’s shirt and hid her face as she sobbed lightly, “I was good… but it didn’t get better…”
“shhh, your father didn’t lie,” 224 pet her head.
“Then why am I here?”
That was the one question that 224 could never answer. He didn’t know what her father’s case was or if he was truly innocent. All he knew was that according to the Anthro vs Darwin case, and the Osborn Act of 236 AC (After Collapse) that followed were the central cause of all the inmates’ grievances. To make a long (and unnecessary) story short, if an anthro is guilty of any major crimes, then their immediate family (spouse and claimed children) will loose all their civil rights as ‘equal beings’. That is what happened to 224. That is what is happening to 411 and all the other new inmates.
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