- Influence
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(I've messed up and this should be Whisper's thread, not Kaii's. Just keep this in mind for the future.)
Another day, another panic attack. Such was a life for the small fox that looked nothing like they should.
Whisper walked by the banks, shops, other institutions they saw for the first time. They really were feeling out of place wherever they went. The city had to offer an experience truly beyond anything they knew in life. Especially when it comes to being stressful. Too many noises, voices, eyes, ears, tails... Whisper was just overwhelmed.
And yet they wandered in search of inspiration. Like a parasite, an idea for a piece that would portray this chaos and weird harmony it brought drilled a hole in their little head. Whisper would much rather stay at their little room, experiment with instruments... and yet, that wouldn't let them make what they wanted. Ambition crashed with Anxiety. Fear of insufficiency with fear of society. All boiling down to them now walking the streets with visible trembling.
Due to their size and lack of visible feminine traits, Whisper could at least just use an excuse of being just a child when they needed to escape. Honestly they didn't feel like adult at all. And yet life demanded it, at least their parents were trying to make it as smooth as it could be.
Suddenly a bunch of officers of some sort rushed across the street. One of them was yelling at someone something about stopping. Whisper couldn't care about that. They were just struck with fear as if with a lightning bolt. The fox just scurried away into the nearest building.
That was a mistake.
Suddenly Whisper found themselves at what looked like an inn. Many various beasts sat around their tables, drinks and snacks in their paws. There was however a small scene. Place for a musician that wasn't there. And the tiny fox now realized, they came in holding their violin in paw...
Weight of (self-perceived) expectations made Whisper feel physically ill. Unable to move and almost ready to throw up. They could play, they knew it and were sure it would go well. It just... wasn't the right moment.
They basically curled into a tiny ball at the entrance. Becoming more aware of how bad and pathetic this must've looked, a few soft whimpers and tears followed soon. This prompted a bunch of chuckles and laughs, something that made the sensation even worse. Especially as one beast was now coming over, ill intention behind their eyes and a malicious grin upon their snout. Whisper was frozen in place. Already knowing how bad things will become once they get to them.
Another day, another panic attack. Such was a life for the small fox that looked nothing like they should.
Whisper walked by the banks, shops, other institutions they saw for the first time. They really were feeling out of place wherever they went. The city had to offer an experience truly beyond anything they knew in life. Especially when it comes to being stressful. Too many noises, voices, eyes, ears, tails... Whisper was just overwhelmed.
And yet they wandered in search of inspiration. Like a parasite, an idea for a piece that would portray this chaos and weird harmony it brought drilled a hole in their little head. Whisper would much rather stay at their little room, experiment with instruments... and yet, that wouldn't let them make what they wanted. Ambition crashed with Anxiety. Fear of insufficiency with fear of society. All boiling down to them now walking the streets with visible trembling.
Due to their size and lack of visible feminine traits, Whisper could at least just use an excuse of being just a child when they needed to escape. Honestly they didn't feel like adult at all. And yet life demanded it, at least their parents were trying to make it as smooth as it could be.
Suddenly a bunch of officers of some sort rushed across the street. One of them was yelling at someone something about stopping. Whisper couldn't care about that. They were just struck with fear as if with a lightning bolt. The fox just scurried away into the nearest building.
That was a mistake.
Suddenly Whisper found themselves at what looked like an inn. Many various beasts sat around their tables, drinks and snacks in their paws. There was however a small scene. Place for a musician that wasn't there. And the tiny fox now realized, they came in holding their violin in paw...
Weight of (self-perceived) expectations made Whisper feel physically ill. Unable to move and almost ready to throw up. They could play, they knew it and were sure it would go well. It just... wasn't the right moment.
They basically curled into a tiny ball at the entrance. Becoming more aware of how bad and pathetic this must've looked, a few soft whimpers and tears followed soon. This prompted a bunch of chuckles and laughs, something that made the sensation even worse. Especially as one beast was now coming over, ill intention behind their eyes and a malicious grin upon their snout. Whisper was frozen in place. Already knowing how bad things will become once they get to them.
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