The Final Whisper

Full detail commission of whisperclaw of her fursona walking the ruins with the ever popular Gunblade in hand. This was originally nothing more than a concept art to another picture she wanted at the time as we were seeing which pose would best fit for the actual commission. Eventually, I had an idea to do something with it when she wanted to make something of this version. And so I converted it into something nicely detailed.
N-joy! ^_^

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Story copied from Whisperclaw's posting for her (same) pic (Titled, "Do You Know Where Hell Is?")

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“…Inside your mind.”

A single claw tapped against her forehead as she glanced around, her gunblade’s tip scraped against the deteriorating asphalt-a flash of sparks jumping up as she did so- though she paid it no mind as she was lost in her thoughts for a brief moment.

Her fur stood on its end along her back and neck. She could almost feel the anguish from his assault lingering in the air; it was haunting. She knew she should have been concerned about what looked like an endless wave of chaos that had swept through the city- its inhabitants now long gone; the streets- or rather, what was left of them, were littered with bits of debris, newspapers, cigarette butts and trails of blood. She shrugged to herself knowing full well there was nothing she could have done to stop him anyway- the sick bastard had a thrill for destruction; he would have killed them anyway, even if she had been here in time. Thankfully, some of the lucky ones were able to evacuate out of the city in between the chaos and mass destruction- at the cost of their memories, everything they once knew to be normal and the deceased left behind. The rest, however, were not as lucky as their corpses were littered throughout the rubble of what was once a bustling and industrious city full of promise and growth-

…all gone now, just like her original purpose in life.

She paused and picked up one of the newspaper pages that swept over one of the decomposing corpses lying idly in the middle of the street and glanced at the date: February 14, 20--. “Huh, I see…” A smirk crossed her face as she skimmed over the paper; a smeared image of a well-dressed female, obviously the city’s mayor or some other bigwig was on the center page with the headline Tomorrow Will Be a New and Better Day for Us!

“Well…never said my visit would be pleasant" she thought to herself as she let out an exasperated sigh, her hands idly crinkled and balled up the newspaper while she planned her next move. Part of her almost felt bad for allowing him to turn the city into shambles- almost, but she knew he wouldn't take any mercy on her if he found her first. Better he took his rage out on someone else first. Probably not the best or most empathetic logic but at this point she was indifferent on the matter. All she wanted to do was find him and bring him down like the worthless piece of crap that he was. Then maybe, just maybe she could have a peace of mind after all of these...

"Meh, it's too soon to even think like that" she scolded herself for even thinking such a notion; suppressing her inner thoughts. There was a reason it was called the past: you live it, learn from it and hopefully? Learn not to screw up the future. She knew that and yet? The memories from her past wouldn't grant her redemption to live in the present- or move on with her future until this situation was squared away.

Flicking open the balled up newspaper, she glanced at the headline once more before scoffing and tossing it aside. She looked up at the sky and shook her head- a thick cloud of smoke formed off in the horizon. Her ears slightly twitched as an air raid siren sounded off in the distance- probably from the next city over in a crude yet futile attempt to evacuate what few stragglers were left behind. Adjusting her glasses over the tip of her nose, a glimmer of sun reflected against the lens as she moved on…

Watashi wa....omoide ni wa naranai sa~