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I've become a little obsessed with drawing for this story. 224's proportions are out of whack here, but that's to be expected when drawing with ink at my (lack of)skill level. And since every picture has a story…
The first few nights were a problem. 411 couldn’t sleep at night. Her raccoon cellmate had a similar problem, but that was more of a natural problem. Besides, he could always take a nap during the day. Until then, he’d watch over her while she slept.
One night there was a storm. 411, like many young canines (anthro or otherwise), was frightened by the sounds of thunder. It was especially bad in the facility, because it echoed. He said for only one night, but you know how dogs, children, and young anthro are. 411 found comfort in 224’s arms all night. 224 found a similar comfort in holding someone again. As such, it became a nightly thing to hold her till she fell asleep. 224 would then slowly move her back into her own bed. Sometimes, he’d caress her still soft fur while she slept.
Five years in this place was nothing compared to the short time that he spent alone in his cell. He missed his former cellmate and 411 could never truly replace her. He never once saw 411 as an equal, but he never once looked down on her. He didn’t care if she snored either. To him, she was the only thing that was still sacred in this hell.
The first few nights were a problem. 411 couldn’t sleep at night. Her raccoon cellmate had a similar problem, but that was more of a natural problem. Besides, he could always take a nap during the day. Until then, he’d watch over her while she slept.
One night there was a storm. 411, like many young canines (anthro or otherwise), was frightened by the sounds of thunder. It was especially bad in the facility, because it echoed. He said for only one night, but you know how dogs, children, and young anthro are. 411 found comfort in 224’s arms all night. 224 found a similar comfort in holding someone again. As such, it became a nightly thing to hold her till she fell asleep. 224 would then slowly move her back into her own bed. Sometimes, he’d caress her still soft fur while she slept.
Five years in this place was nothing compared to the short time that he spent alone in his cell. He missed his former cellmate and 411 could never truly replace her. He never once saw 411 as an equal, but he never once looked down on her. He didn’t care if she snored either. To him, she was the only thing that was still sacred in this hell.
Category Scraps / Miscellaneous
Species Raccoon
Size 1280 x 900px
File Size 169.9 kB
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