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Nira: Storming

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Helpless Nira? Whut???

[Part two, the resolution/foreshadowing of what-Nira's-story-will-become-if-I-win-her to be linked here.] (Couldn't find an easy transition within the text like I did with the Nira and Ash entries.) There's supposed to be a lot of pieces in between, but in case I don't get it up by the deadline, I did the finale…

Ps. A little filler?

Story

Blood is thicker. It's like being submerged in a pool of mud and slime. You can't breathe, you can't swim. The only way to get out is to sink to the bottom, get a claw into the floor, and drag your sorry self blindly through the filth, hoping this way leads out. But even when you do make it out, remnants will always cling to your coat.

This was how Nira felt as she stood alone, being ravaged by nature. It was the perfect storm…. It was not rain, but an ocean! Not windy, it was a tempest! It wasn't grey with, it was black! The clouds that had rolled in earlier had blocked out the sun, and the heavy waters blocked out all artificial light. And Nira was trapped in her own little world. There was nothing here but her… but even she felt like she was being washed away, the cold even having seeped into her thick coat, slowly causing her to become numb. Lose herself.

And yet—she couldn't seem to get rid of that smell! The terrible stench of sewer. She'd picked it up in the storm drains when a murderous bunch had thrown her over in an attempt to be rid of her in a quick manner. She'd survived, unfortunately. And she proceeded to carry it back to the Hotel Di Triste. After a couple of moons, they didn't seem to notice it anymore, but she could swear it was imbued into her coat! As if to add insult to the perpetual injury to her nose, she'd discovered the tunnels that had nearly become her catacomb was her homeland. Her predecessors resided there. It seemed that she'd left a good chunk of herself in those waters, too.

She walked herself into the storm, the perfect storm. The waters falling threatened to break her back and the debris had managed to pierce even through her coat and into the muscle beneath it. It was a new sensation. Not the pain, although there were new areas to feel it in. But what really got to her was the feeling of utter helplessness. She'd never been that before, not within memory. Here, she was faced with an opponent she could not bite back. She'd been thrown into impossible odds before, but she could still tear them as they broke her. This time, she was being broken and all she could do was howl. "Atroooooooooo!"




Materials: Paint Tool SAI
Time: Forgot to keep track.




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MaichoMod's avatar
I can't stop looking at this, I love the whole feel of the piece, the rain, the contrast between her pale fur and the blood, its so beautiful <3