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City 175 was in open rebelion.
Nahali, a giant lapin, a liutenant of the New Dominion's Guard, an officer that sweared to defend the citizens of the New Dominion with her life, awakens alone, encarcerated in a crystal of salt, with mostly her underwear, in the middle of nowhere.
Confussion gave pace to pain and the latter to clarity: Those vile Traitors! they ambushed her when she her unit went to rescue more refuges... she wasn't sure how many of her own survived the explosion of her transport, she just knew they must have been many since that's what she heard from those wretches when they tied her up, took all of her equipement and then broke her limbs before she lost consciousness during the beating they gave her... At least, she hoped that's the only thing they did to her...
Why wouldn't they just finished her there? Maybe they wanted to make with her an example of what happens to the enemies of the Revolution? Most likely...
There were only three things that could kill you out here: savage spirits, desert predators or salt storms... what would kill her?
She didn't had time to even consider it, those strange sensations of hunger and anxiety, emotions and feelings that weren't hers... a savage spirit, the worst possible end. It was not death what awaited at the mercy of those horrors, but being replaced by a terrible copy while the real person disappeared into oblivion. She felt it getting closer: the sensations became stronger and her acute ears caught the sounds of its movement in the salt followed by what sounded like quiet chirps and other disgusting sounds, she closed her eyes since the sighting of one was enough to weaken the mind, she wouldn't just give up. And so...
The air was filled with a grotesque sound: a wail of pain Nahali had no idea with what to compaer followed by a wave of overwhelming but shortlived terror that had nothing to do with her own emotions. She actually was surprised and so she opened her eyes to say something unexpected: a saviour! it was one of those sweet spirits she's been hearing of in the news.
Dolce was his name and he immedaitely began to transfor the salt encasing her into sweet fusing with the huge candy lollipop he'd used to tear apart the savage espirit. He asked if she was ok, and where could he take there that was safe, maybe the city behind her? Right to the point, she liked that.
—No, take me to the metropolitan zone, to the other extreme of the railway... behind me there are only traitors...—
Thursday of Onirica! :D
And now is Dolce's time, the first of the sweet spirits I've designed x3 and entering the story as a remake of an old idea.
I hope you like this, is the first part of a two part comic with narration :3
Original idea: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/30192605/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63674620/
Nahali, a giant lapin, a liutenant of the New Dominion's Guard, an officer that sweared to defend the citizens of the New Dominion with her life, awakens alone, encarcerated in a crystal of salt, with mostly her underwear, in the middle of nowhere.
Confussion gave pace to pain and the latter to clarity: Those vile Traitors! they ambushed her when she her unit went to rescue more refuges... she wasn't sure how many of her own survived the explosion of her transport, she just knew they must have been many since that's what she heard from those wretches when they tied her up, took all of her equipement and then broke her limbs before she lost consciousness during the beating they gave her... At least, she hoped that's the only thing they did to her...
Why wouldn't they just finished her there? Maybe they wanted to make with her an example of what happens to the enemies of the Revolution? Most likely...
There were only three things that could kill you out here: savage spirits, desert predators or salt storms... what would kill her?
She didn't had time to even consider it, those strange sensations of hunger and anxiety, emotions and feelings that weren't hers... a savage spirit, the worst possible end. It was not death what awaited at the mercy of those horrors, but being replaced by a terrible copy while the real person disappeared into oblivion. She felt it getting closer: the sensations became stronger and her acute ears caught the sounds of its movement in the salt followed by what sounded like quiet chirps and other disgusting sounds, she closed her eyes since the sighting of one was enough to weaken the mind, she wouldn't just give up. And so...
The air was filled with a grotesque sound: a wail of pain Nahali had no idea with what to compaer followed by a wave of overwhelming but shortlived terror that had nothing to do with her own emotions. She actually was surprised and so she opened her eyes to say something unexpected: a saviour! it was one of those sweet spirits she's been hearing of in the news.
Dolce was his name and he immedaitely began to transfor the salt encasing her into sweet fusing with the huge candy lollipop he'd used to tear apart the savage espirit. He asked if she was ok, and where could he take there that was safe, maybe the city behind her? Right to the point, she liked that.
—No, take me to the metropolitan zone, to the other extreme of the railway... behind me there are only traitors...—
Thursday of Onirica! :D
And now is Dolce's time, the first of the sweet spirits I've designed x3 and entering the story as a remake of an old idea.
I hope you like this, is the first part of a two part comic with narration :3
Original idea: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/30192605/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63674620/
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1544 x 2386px
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