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Thunderous footfalls rumbled through the streets as a crowd of observers stopped and stupidly gawked at an astounding sight shuffling through the gray-hum-drum of their urban evening. A thylacine. Remarkable in and of itself – although most people probably would have commented first on the multi-story status of her height. It was a spectacle of special renown and despite the clear danger, onlookers could not help but stand, transfixed at the sight. Like watching a train plow into a stalled car (although whom the car and whom the train was a point of contention).
The spectacle herself though, was having a less than remarkable time. Sky blue eyes shifted nervously along building sides and roads that were a touch too small for her to amble through as her striped frame wobbled hesitantly between shoulder-height apartment complexes. Glittering glass windows of office complexes reflected her disoriented expression; golden locks tumbling across her shoulders in disarray as she felt the stares of a thousand-thousand eyes trickle across her frame. Judgmental gazes riveting across every one of her stripes. She felt the itch of their eyes scratching across them. Her clothing was about as frayed as her mindset – purple running suit and shorts just barely keeping together. The concrete monoliths closed in around her as traffic beeped like a river of steel around her feet. Distracting. Demanding. A burning desire to get away and hide slithered through the back of her thoughts like a python. It constricted her logic and choked it. Her chest narrowed and her breathing tightened and she tore herself away from the silver tower and its mocking reflection. Too much. Too many. Footfalls crumbled the sidewalk as she took up a hurried gait and thud-thoomed down the double wide into an open plaza.
It was liberating to not be boxed in by building sides. To not have to worry about the damage she was causing. Not wincing every time one of her shoulder blades scraped a gargoyle to dust or a nervous twitch of her tail up ending a stop light. Her thoughts were still unwinding. A muddled menagerie of impulses and concerns. Frazzled adjustment to the dizzying height at which she now stood and the fragility of everything she had once considered so solid. The distraction though – evaporated when an absent minded footfall sounded out with a horrible crickle-crack and a terrible wet feeling oozed across her toes.
A wince crawled along her features as she dropped her other foot back down with a seismic stomp of dread that echoed coldly. An awful chill wormed up her spine as she peered down at the sticky smattering around her cream-toned toes. The short, well attended, well cleaned toes. Claws whose fastidious manicure she attended to every day – defiled by the oozing once-upon-a-person that pooled around her foot. The slimy smear that painted across her paw pads. It was like warm, sticky gum and a wave of nauseated revulsion bubbled up in the back of her throat. Her tongue stuck out of her lips, contemplating where she could wipe her foot off without making a bigger mess.
Exasperated, Evelyn grit her teeth and resorted to using the ground to scrape the remains off. The tough asphalt made easy work of the warm mess, but the feeling of disgust sank in like paint. Those assembled below seemed to take the hint and scattered. She felt terribly spent by the whole affair. Veiling her distress behind a well-practiced mask of smiles and soothing tones definitely wasn’t going to cut it in this case. Being so huge was straining her senses and she really could not be bothered with insignificant details like crushing idoits, if people weren’t even going to put in the effort to watch her step.
Never-the-less she still felt terribly embarrassed by the whole thing. She liked to make an impression where-ever she went but this was really starting to get ridiculous.
Part One of the #macromonday Series - a Community Sponsored Commission drawn by
Fauxlacine
Be sure to watch her twitter for future updates each Monday: https://twitter.com/fauxlacine as well as for chances to be entered in various contests or chances to get her vaunted Wing It commissions.
The story will continue with weekly updates here on FA and Tumblr to follow Evelyn Lacine’s non-cannon growth spurt and the havoc it causes.
This commission series is sponsored solely through donations. If you are interested in donating or providing suggestions to keep the series going feel free to chuck a buck towards https://www.paypal.me/zakuratech
The sponsors for this piece were:
Sofia.exe - https://twitter.com/ZakuraTech
Kaitain - https://twitter.com/odddice
The spectacle herself though, was having a less than remarkable time. Sky blue eyes shifted nervously along building sides and roads that were a touch too small for her to amble through as her striped frame wobbled hesitantly between shoulder-height apartment complexes. Glittering glass windows of office complexes reflected her disoriented expression; golden locks tumbling across her shoulders in disarray as she felt the stares of a thousand-thousand eyes trickle across her frame. Judgmental gazes riveting across every one of her stripes. She felt the itch of their eyes scratching across them. Her clothing was about as frayed as her mindset – purple running suit and shorts just barely keeping together. The concrete monoliths closed in around her as traffic beeped like a river of steel around her feet. Distracting. Demanding. A burning desire to get away and hide slithered through the back of her thoughts like a python. It constricted her logic and choked it. Her chest narrowed and her breathing tightened and she tore herself away from the silver tower and its mocking reflection. Too much. Too many. Footfalls crumbled the sidewalk as she took up a hurried gait and thud-thoomed down the double wide into an open plaza.
It was liberating to not be boxed in by building sides. To not have to worry about the damage she was causing. Not wincing every time one of her shoulder blades scraped a gargoyle to dust or a nervous twitch of her tail up ending a stop light. Her thoughts were still unwinding. A muddled menagerie of impulses and concerns. Frazzled adjustment to the dizzying height at which she now stood and the fragility of everything she had once considered so solid. The distraction though – evaporated when an absent minded footfall sounded out with a horrible crickle-crack and a terrible wet feeling oozed across her toes.
A wince crawled along her features as she dropped her other foot back down with a seismic stomp of dread that echoed coldly. An awful chill wormed up her spine as she peered down at the sticky smattering around her cream-toned toes. The short, well attended, well cleaned toes. Claws whose fastidious manicure she attended to every day – defiled by the oozing once-upon-a-person that pooled around her foot. The slimy smear that painted across her paw pads. It was like warm, sticky gum and a wave of nauseated revulsion bubbled up in the back of her throat. Her tongue stuck out of her lips, contemplating where she could wipe her foot off without making a bigger mess.
Exasperated, Evelyn grit her teeth and resorted to using the ground to scrape the remains off. The tough asphalt made easy work of the warm mess, but the feeling of disgust sank in like paint. Those assembled below seemed to take the hint and scattered. She felt terribly spent by the whole affair. Veiling her distress behind a well-practiced mask of smiles and soothing tones definitely wasn’t going to cut it in this case. Being so huge was straining her senses and she really could not be bothered with insignificant details like crushing idoits, if people weren’t even going to put in the effort to watch her step.
Never-the-less she still felt terribly embarrassed by the whole thing. She liked to make an impression where-ever she went but this was really starting to get ridiculous.
Part One of the #macromonday Series - a Community Sponsored Commission drawn by
Fauxlacine Be sure to watch her twitter for future updates each Monday: https://twitter.com/fauxlacine as well as for chances to be entered in various contests or chances to get her vaunted Wing It commissions.
The story will continue with weekly updates here on FA and Tumblr to follow Evelyn Lacine’s non-cannon growth spurt and the havoc it causes.
This commission series is sponsored solely through donations. If you are interested in donating or providing suggestions to keep the series going feel free to chuck a buck towards https://www.paypal.me/zakuratech
The sponsors for this piece were:
Sofia.exe - https://twitter.com/ZakuraTech
Kaitain - https://twitter.com/odddiceCategory All / All
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Huh, it wasn't until this picture that I realized the common markings and proportions between thalacines and genets. Neat.
Or at least between this and a pic of some genet posing in a lab coat https://static1.e621.net/data/00/40.....3eff4a4dfa.jpg a friend linked me (not sure of the proper owner of that art or I'd link it) I made the connection there.
That nose and ears. Convergent evolution's interesting stuff, so many carnivore-like traits in thalacines.
Hmm, though I thought thaylacines had 4-toes on their hind-paws. Ah, not an issue in this picture, just that gif animation for her tag I suppose.
Or at least between this and a pic of some genet posing in a lab coat https://static1.e621.net/data/00/40.....3eff4a4dfa.jpg a friend linked me (not sure of the proper owner of that art or I'd link it) I made the connection there.
That nose and ears. Convergent evolution's interesting stuff, so many carnivore-like traits in thalacines.
Hmm, though I thought thaylacines had 4-toes on their hind-paws. Ah, not an issue in this picture, just that gif animation for her tag I suppose.
If people make enough suggestions on the community commission piece, I believe Fauxlacine will consider going back and doing some "Before the Giantess" scenes to precede this. I specifically avoided mentioning any cause for her growth in this piece solely to allow donors and Fauxlacine to be as creative as they want in future works.
If you have a specific idea / scenario you think would fit, please don't hesitate to post it here or via note. Donations are not a prerequisite for suggestions - but they do ensure there will more pieces to suggest!
If you have a specific idea / scenario you think would fit, please don't hesitate to post it here or via note. Donations are not a prerequisite for suggestions - but they do ensure there will more pieces to suggest!
i liked how she was confused , maybe because she just grew to this size, and that feeling of her beeing watched by all those people , its never easy to speak before a larger group of people and here , she had thousands of them just .. frozen and starring at her , it was nice that she tried to avoid any damage, points out on Inocent nature , and then how this inocence kinda crubled literally under her foot step .
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