"Hey boss, going for a late patrol again?"
With practiced, precise movements Sascha slid a heavy pistol into the holster at his hip and clipped his sword into the mounting at his back, before turning around to face Daniel, his second-in-command and best friend. Or Cobalt, as he called himself on the streets.
"Yes. Going for a quick round, then I have some things I need to take care of."
"Gotcha!" the red tabby cat was smiling at him. "Do you need any help? Should I accompany you?"
"No!"
That sounded much harsher than the bear-hybrid intended to and he could see the smile on Daniel's face falter, taking on a hurt look.
Immediately the bear-hybrid felt guilty. How many times had he broken the feline's heart? Had slapped away his hand, whenever he reached out, trying to be a little closer. Far too many times, that's for sure.
"Look Dan, it's not a big thing, I'll be back before you know it." Trying to rescue the situation, Ghostbear resorted to a bit of dry humor, pointing at the videogaming teen-aged lynx Rigger in the living room. "Also, one of us has tuck Ryan in... and Cay already fell asleep on the couch."
The smile on the feline's face was back now, but it was thin and fragile. Daniel was still hurt, but he tried to hide it.
"All right, all right. I'll take care of the situation here and you take care of yourself out there, okay."
"I will, don't worry."
"Good hunting, Colonel"
Ignoring Cobalt's use of Sascha's former rank, the urside clipped a pacifier to his pants, a symbol for the childhood that he never had and left the hideout without another word, leaving Daniel just standing there.
He took the patrol very seriously, but neighborhood at the edge of the sprawl luckily was very quiet this evening. Well, quiet in it's own special way.
On the way home however Ghostbear's mood went pretty much down the drain. Having a quiet patrol gave him too much time to think. Too much time to muse about things he had done. Things he knew he had to do, to ensure that his little band of Freelancers would survive another day.
Too much time to think about what he was... A failed military grade lab experiment, an Ex-Commando, an assassin... a murderer.
Finally he spotted a dark, quiet place, where he flopped down, a little wall shielding him, giving him a little privacy.
His Spectres weren't just a normal band of mercenaries. Daniel, Kaylee, young Ryan... Each one of them had a trauma, a checkered past, their own reasons to fight.
They were Sascha's friends. More than friends...family and he cared deeply for them.
That however made things much more complicated, especially because he knew how Dan felt for him. Or how he felt for Dan, but that was something that would never happen.
Made it more difficult for the bear hybrid to quell his feeling, so he always acted a little distant, trying not show his feelings while they were around (in an efford not to be a burden to them, something that drives his friends, especially Daniel, insane -.-), while craving closeness and warmth at the same time.
With a sad, hurt look on his face, Ghost cupped his head with his paw, ears folded back, feeling miserable.
One day. Maybe one day...things would be different. Although deep down, he knew the truth.
A wonderful, yet very sad commission that I got from floofykitkat.
She really captured the mood and the struggles of my Freelancer fursona, torn between the cold, sometimes ruthless Commando, with the traumatized little boy inside.
And yes, sometimes Ghostbear makes it _really_ difficult for other people to love him. -.- He's such an idiot sometimes.
Thank you very much! I really love it!
With practiced, precise movements Sascha slid a heavy pistol into the holster at his hip and clipped his sword into the mounting at his back, before turning around to face Daniel, his second-in-command and best friend. Or Cobalt, as he called himself on the streets.
"Yes. Going for a quick round, then I have some things I need to take care of."
"Gotcha!" the red tabby cat was smiling at him. "Do you need any help? Should I accompany you?"
"No!"
That sounded much harsher than the bear-hybrid intended to and he could see the smile on Daniel's face falter, taking on a hurt look.
Immediately the bear-hybrid felt guilty. How many times had he broken the feline's heart? Had slapped away his hand, whenever he reached out, trying to be a little closer. Far too many times, that's for sure.
"Look Dan, it's not a big thing, I'll be back before you know it." Trying to rescue the situation, Ghostbear resorted to a bit of dry humor, pointing at the videogaming teen-aged lynx Rigger in the living room. "Also, one of us has tuck Ryan in... and Cay already fell asleep on the couch."
The smile on the feline's face was back now, but it was thin and fragile. Daniel was still hurt, but he tried to hide it.
"All right, all right. I'll take care of the situation here and you take care of yourself out there, okay."
"I will, don't worry."
"Good hunting, Colonel"
Ignoring Cobalt's use of Sascha's former rank, the urside clipped a pacifier to his pants, a symbol for the childhood that he never had and left the hideout without another word, leaving Daniel just standing there.
He took the patrol very seriously, but neighborhood at the edge of the sprawl luckily was very quiet this evening. Well, quiet in it's own special way.
On the way home however Ghostbear's mood went pretty much down the drain. Having a quiet patrol gave him too much time to think. Too much time to muse about things he had done. Things he knew he had to do, to ensure that his little band of Freelancers would survive another day.
Too much time to think about what he was... A failed military grade lab experiment, an Ex-Commando, an assassin... a murderer.
Finally he spotted a dark, quiet place, where he flopped down, a little wall shielding him, giving him a little privacy.
His Spectres weren't just a normal band of mercenaries. Daniel, Kaylee, young Ryan... Each one of them had a trauma, a checkered past, their own reasons to fight.
They were Sascha's friends. More than friends...family and he cared deeply for them.
That however made things much more complicated, especially because he knew how Dan felt for him. Or how he felt for Dan, but that was something that would never happen.
Made it more difficult for the bear hybrid to quell his feeling, so he always acted a little distant, trying not show his feelings while they were around (in an efford not to be a burden to them, something that drives his friends, especially Daniel, insane -.-), while craving closeness and warmth at the same time.
With a sad, hurt look on his face, Ghost cupped his head with his paw, ears folded back, feeling miserable.
One day. Maybe one day...things would be different. Although deep down, he knew the truth.
A wonderful, yet very sad commission that I got from floofykitkat.
She really captured the mood and the struggles of my Freelancer fursona, torn between the cold, sometimes ruthless Commando, with the traumatized little boy inside.
And yes, sometimes Ghostbear makes it _really_ difficult for other people to love him. -.- He's such an idiot sometimes.
Thank you very much! I really love it!
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Bear (Other)
Gender Male
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Makes me think of the Alan Walker song "Alone" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-xGerv5FOk
That is a nice song.
If only Sascha would realize that he doesn't need to be alone. That his friends want to protect and love him as fiercely as he protects them, up until the (probably inevitable) bitter end.
If only Sascha would realize that he doesn't need to be alone. That his friends want to protect and love him as fiercely as he protects them, up until the (probably inevitable) bitter end.
No one necessarily needs to be alone, but few realize if they really are or not.
And worse... some don't have many friends, if any, to support them.
And worse... some don't have many friends, if any, to support them.
Welcome to the mind of a 14 year old, bio-engineered, augmented, artificially gestated, formerly brain-washed (or at least -controlled) Ex-Commando, who had his world torn down in one day when he was betrayed by the company and learned about his past and what he is. :/
Ghost in the shell, Deus Ex, Neuromancer, Shadow Run, Cyberpunk 2077, Snowcrash... there were a couple of inspirations for my fursona.
I can imagine that's how you thought of the story. But I thought the drawing itself was like a vent or a passionate depressive moment.
You furries just need some love-- or at least to know that you are. Then there are the sad few among us who don't feel love... at least not from others.
As a dragon, I can tell you that flying by myself gets boring sometimes, but hardly ever lonely. I know there are other dragons out there, but none of them could possibly relate to how I think and feel. I'm not just different from the others, I am the other... that's part of why I like furries-- they're cute and easy to relate to. And dragons are still fun too.
You furries just need some love-- or at least to know that you are. Then there are the sad few among us who don't feel love... at least not from others.
As a dragon, I can tell you that flying by myself gets boring sometimes, but hardly ever lonely. I know there are other dragons out there, but none of them could possibly relate to how I think and feel. I'm not just different from the others, I am the other... that's part of why I like furries-- they're cute and easy to relate to. And dragons are still fun too.
It's always a mixture between by fursona's feelings... and my own.
So yeah, I guess it was, in a way.
So yeah, I guess it was, in a way.
Ya wanna talk feelings? I've got a journal on my main page with some completely random, but vary dark thoughts I often have. I really should add more to it, but never get around to it recently.
This also brings to mind the strong feeling of relation to abandoned buildings-- things with lost or wasted potential, opportunities missed... left to die in endless damage and decay, because the world refused to give them a chance.
Like I wrote in the picture description... it's a symbol for him.
He was engineered, augmented, vat grown and then pulled from the tank at a certain age. So he never had an actual childhood at all.
So it's a symbol of what was robbed from him.
He was engineered, augmented, vat grown and then pulled from the tank at a certain age. So he never had an actual childhood at all.
So it's a symbol of what was robbed from him.
You know, little Freelancer bear needs a gunslinger ass-kicking badass to come save him and his friends from all this crap and EVIL corporation people! Maybe a female one, there should be more those badass heroines.
Badass heroines are always cool. ;)
Although, Ghost might look cute and kind of harmless, but he is actually far more dangerous than he appears.
He's bioengineered and augmented with military grade implants, like reflex- and neuroboosters and an integrated targeting system, which is more advanced than the typical smartlink.
And he also received intense combat and tactical training.
That doesn't make him in any way invincible, shoot him enough and he dies like everybody else... but it does give him an edge in combat.
Although, Ghost might look cute and kind of harmless, but he is actually far more dangerous than he appears.
He's bioengineered and augmented with military grade implants, like reflex- and neuroboosters and an integrated targeting system, which is more advanced than the typical smartlink.
And he also received intense combat and tactical training.
That doesn't make him in any way invincible, shoot him enough and he dies like everybody else... but it does give him an edge in combat.
Ghost is super soldier like and like said "give him an edge in combat.
You know what Ghost really need? A badass female Robocop heroine to save him and his family along with maybe to fill that love and care that he didn't in his non-existing childhood...
You know what Ghost really need? A badass female Robocop heroine to save him and his family along with maybe to fill that love and care that he didn't in his non-existing childhood...
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