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New Sculpture, New You
By Whitestripe
A blazing light cut through the darkness of the workshop. Dozens upon dozens of sculptures stood across the pedestal in different poses. Some feral, some anthro, of all different ages and species. The only trait that any of them had in common was how wonderfully they were taken care of. Not a single iota of dust or wear could be seen upon any of the frozen creatures. And each and every single one of them looked so very, very realistic. Every little piece of fur, down to almost the individual hair was frozen in stark relief upon their sculpted bodies.
They looked so lifelike, one could almost expect them to suddenly break their pose and step right off of their pedestal.
And in the silent, quiet, workshop, strode in a most fabulously dressed wolf. Clad in a full-on open blue and red jacket, with bright white fur trim around the collar and tail of the coat. A pair of sunglasses glimmering over his eyes as he marched almost imperiously into the room and threw out his arms, a wide smile on his muzzle.
"My children, I have been struck by a most glorious flash of inspiration." He belted at almost the top of his lungs. His deep, rumbling voice reverberating all around him. "Now. I know, I know. All of you are waiting for your homes. You want to be admired for the beings of beauty, of creativity, of joyous art that you are. I know, I know. Your father hears your cries, my sweet children. And I swear to you. I am working tirelessly to ensure each and every one of you gets to a home that best suits each of your desires."
The wolf smiled, as though listening to something only he could hear as he practically spun in place. "But my children. Our art waits for no fur. Even now, countless millions of furs walk across this world. And somewhere, out there. I can feel it. In my fur, in my bones. There is the perfect fur for our next work of art. A tribute to my brother. I can't just sit around and let this idea escape me. No, not this one. So, my children. I ask you to have a bit more patience. That you content yourselves with the love and adoration that I can give to you, paltry I know that it is. But soon, we shall breathe a new work of beauty into this world. One that shall know no equal.....well...at least among mortal artisans. After all my children. Each and every one of you, are my masterpiece. And I love you all."
He turned, sweeping his cape out behind him. "The workshop shall be prepped. My children, I ask you to guard our home while I am gone, and please, it will only be a little longer. I have found quite the interested art dealer at one of the capitals here who might go for all of you. Soon. Soon my children. You will gain the admiration and adoration of millions of people. What you all so rightfully deserve. But for now. We have a new brother for you all to bring into existence. Now. I go."
And with that, the wolf stepped out of the workshop, the lights dimming, as darkness once again reigned over the silent, lifeless room.
The pair of sliding doors leading to the Lunar Train Station slid open, and the wolf strode into the chamber, head raised imperiously, as though he knew. Not just thought, but knew, down to the very core of his being that he was better. Greater. Then every single other person that packed into this bustling train station. The crowds around him parted as he strode forward. His eyes sweeping over the crowds, taking note.
No. Too tall, much too tall.
No. Not that one either. He was too short.
Hmm, that one? No, he was too fat for what he had in mind.
Oooooh, that one.....no...no, he wasn't the right race to best express what he needed to capture.
A low, bubbling growl began to slip from his jaws. Honestly. There were dozens, nay, hundreds of people in this station. How hard could it be to find someone who fit what he needed? Honestly, did these people not know who he was? They should.....they should.....
Helllllooooooo......
The wolf's eyes landed on a tiger that had just stepped off of one of the 'prey' trains, as they were so nicknamed. Trains that were packed from the little towns and cities that helped to provide Lunar City and it's ravenous predators with the fresh prey that they so desired.
Yes.....Yes.....youthful, but not too young, eighteen, maybe nineteen years old. He could work with this. And his body. Sleek, strong, powerful, lithe, and not too muscular. Oooooh, simply fabulous. And his stripes, darling, simply darling. No boring black, oh no, they were a wondrous shade of blue. And it looked stunning against that orange.
Yes. Yes. This was it. This was what he was looking for. This was truly a worthy model to represent his dear brother in all his glory within his tiger appearance.
The wolf's eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses as he saw a large looking gator making a beeline right towards the excited, innocent-looking feline.
And this time, a full-blown deep, bass growl slipped from his throat.
No. No poacher would deny him his prize. No poacher would take one of 'his' children from him. Such a thing was simply unthinkable.
And with a sweep of his cape, the wolf was in movement, striding forward, and throwing up his arms. "Oh, darling. Darling, yes, you, tiger, with the blue stripes. You are simply wonderful. Fabulous. A being of wondrous beauty, have you ever considered modeling dearheart? Oh, you would look glorious. Please, please, I simply must have you work for me." He yelled out, his voice carrying through the busy train station, and drawing all eyes onto him.
Good. That was just the way he liked things.
The tiger, Dan, blinked in shock as he heard that deep voice drawing his attention, one paw slowly reaching up to point towards himself, his muzzle all but dropping open that....someone....anyone might be interested in...well....him.
Honestly, this was more of a spur of the moment trip. He'd heard about how wonderful, how amazing, and welcoming Lunar City could be. And he'd had a bit of extra money from a bonus he'd gotten from his old job. So.....he'd decided to get a train ticket and come and visit the big city and see what it was like. See the sights, meet the locals. And just have a really fun weekend. And now, here he was, hardly even ten seconds off the train, and somehow, someone was already interested in him for a modeling job of all things?
That....was kinda cool.....he had to admit.
Dan slowly pointed a claw to himself, as though this wasn't real, that this was some sort of mistake. And yet, as the strangely dressed wolf walked through the parting crowd to stand before him. The canine grinned widely to him and nodded his head.
"You're.....you're actually talking about me....mister.....?" Dan began to ask slowly, his head tilted slightly in innocent confusion.
The wolf paused for a moment, before bowing deeply to the tiger, extending his arms. "My fans and friends know me by many little nicknames and titles. Personally, I like going by Utsu the most. I work as an artist here in this wo.....place. Here in this city actually. Sculptures are my specialty, though I work with all manner of art and beautiful things. I personally find sculptures to be much more pleasing to the senses. And you, my dear tiger, if I may have the honor of knowing your name?" The canine asked with a wide, eager grin on his muzzle.
A blush formed on the feline's muzzle. One paw rubbing the back of his head before he smiled at the wolf. "My name's Dan, I'm from Talon Falls. It's nice to meet you mister Utsu. I...I really don't know what else to say. I mean, I never dreamed that anyone would ever want to make a statue of me. I'm just.....well...." He waved his other paw towards himself. "I'm nothing really special."
"What? Nonsense my boy. Nonsense. I will not stand for hearing such scandalous talk in my presence." Utsu said, stepping forward and putting his hands on the feline's shoulders. "You are not plain. Far from it. I can see it in you. You hold that spark of greatness. Of wonder. Of pure beauty. Would it require some work to bring forth? Of course. But all great things are difficult to bring to perfection. But it is those difficulties that show you that it is worth doing. Now. My boy, I would love....no, I would be honored if you would join me at my studio today. To let me craft a sculpture that would be the greatest of its kind. With your help. A force of such beauty will surely be created. One that will take this whole world by storm. Please? Will you help me, Dan?"
Dan's muzzle opened and closed. His brain trying to process everything that was being thrown at it. This wolf....really thought that he...that he was...handsome? That he could make a statue of his likeness and people would like it? Love it even? That it wouldn't be just some plain, boring feline?
Slowly, a smile came over the tiger's muzzle as he nodded his head slowly to Utsu. "Ya. Ya, I would be happy to go with you Utsu. I mean, how many other people can say they got to serve as a model for a sculpture? I can't wait to see what you make." He told him happily.
The wolf let out an honest to goodness squee, clapping his paws and practically bouncing up and down in place. "Oooooooh, yay me. Ooooooh, I do so love it when I find someone so very willing to model and not be worried or put off by me." He spoke excitedly. Dan never noticed the look he gave towards the gator just behind him.
A look that promised a most horrific punishment if the gator even tried to touch one hair on his adorable sweet, innocent little tiger's head.
Dan was his. And if anyone touched him.
Well.....they wouldn't like what would happen.
"Now, now, we have much to do. And little time to do it, Dan. We have work to do. We have a work of art to create. Now. We Go." The wolf called out imperiously, reaching up and clapping his paws twice. His cape growing larger and lashing out, wrapping around them and entrapping the two in darkness.
And, a few moments later, the cape parted and drew back to the wolf's back, to reveal a beautiful workshop. An empty pedestal sitting directly in the center of the room. And all around them, lining the walls, were dozens of sculptures. Dan's muzzle actually dropped. His eyes slowly jumping from one to another. There were so many, and they were made out of so many different materials. Here was a fierce-looking ram, his arms crossed, and a glare on his face, carved out of solid pewter. And beside him, standing on its own pedestal, was a bookish looking owl, a large tome laying open in one wing, the other outstretched. A proud looking grin on its beak, the whole bird looking to be carved from solid marble.
And there were even more of them. The tiger slowly started to walk around the room, looking at each one for a few moments. They were all so beautiful, all so realistic. And....the longer he looked at them....the happier he felt. It was almost like, the more he marveled and looked at them, the happier and more excited he began to feel. Like all of his worries, fears and doubts were just vanishing into the ether.
Utsu grinned, just watching Dan as he took in his workshop. Looking from one of his sculptures to the next. It always warmed his heart so to see someone enjoying his children. And he could feel just how happy and excited his children were to finally have someone else come and look at them, to enjoy their forms and beauty as well. Ah, to see his children so very very happy, what parent wouldn't want that?
"You....you made all of these? They're so.....so....they look so real. They look like their real people.....or animals.....like they could just...." Dan began to speak before Utsu walked over and rested a paw on his shoulder, a wide grin on his muzzle.
"Like they could just step right off of the pedestal? I know. And to tell you the truth. The reason why they all look so real? It's quite simple. It's because they used to be real people. Each and every one of them, before they agreed to become one of my children. To become eternal, beautiful, to become monuments to art itself." Utsu said excitedly.
Dan froze as those words reached his ears. He....he said.....what....these....all of these were.....real...real....oh....oh god....
"Relax. Relax." Utsu spoke, his voice gentle, warm, like one would when speaking to a scared child. "I give you my word. Upon my name and my power. I do not intend to harm or hurt you. Nor will I do anything against your will. Each of my children. They were willing, they chose this to embrace it. To become beautiful sculptures, works of art. Though, they are annoyed with me." He said with a chuckle, looking out at them all with a fond smile on his muzzle.
Dan shivered as he looked over at Utsu. He could feel the thrum of magic filling the air at his oath. And while his own magic was quite weak, he could feel it in the depths of his soul. He KNEW this wolf could not break that promise. That what he was saying was true. That these statues....people....these people were willing....that they....had chosen this....
"They're....annoyed with you?" Dan asked slowly, quietly.
Utsu let out a laugh and nodded his head. "Indeed, indeed my dear little tiggey tiger. You see. Art exists to be admired, to be loved, to be looked at. And yet, here, in my workshop. I do try and give them what they want. But believe me, they do not rest telling me how much they want to be out there in the world. Looked at by countless millions. By the crowds sweeping through the art galleries, the museums of the world. I'm trying to help them find a home. But, well, I have exacting standards. My children will only have the best. And the best takes time to find." Utsu explained, before pausing, as though considering something.
After nearly a minute of thought, Utsu waved a paw to his many statues. "You can feel it, can't you? The joy that wells in your heart? The simple joy and happiness that pushes away the fear, the doubt, the sorrow, and worry when you look at them? That isn't just some silly emotions from yourself. When you are looking at them, you are opening yourselves to them. And in doing so, you can feel what they feel. Their joy, their happiness at serving their purpose. At being admired, loved, and adored by you. You have no idea just how happy you made them all when you began to admire them when we got here. And, my dear tiger, this is the gift I want to offer to you as well."
Dan gulped. He could guess what that 'gift' was. He wanted to make him into a statue too. Just like....just like all of these statues around him. He'd be just a simple, ordinary statue of a tiger, nobody....nobody would know that he was once a living being....a person.....and he was acting like this was a great boon....a gift.....
And yet.....why? If he had this much power. To turn people into statues....into solid stone....why even bother asking them....why bother giving him a choice if he could just forcefully turn the tiger into his newest art piece?
And he couldn't stop that question from slipping out of his muzzle.
Utsu let out a chuckle, shaking his head. "Well, perhaps if you take my offer, I'll explain more to you. But, I will simply say this for now. I have quite a lot of power. Power that you simply do not have the scale to comprehend. However, I am limited in how I can....express that power. To put it simply. I cannot turn you if you are not willing. If you say no. That is that. I will return you to the station where I found you, and we will go our separate ways. No harm, no foul. However, before you make your choice. I have a question for you, Dan." Utsu told him softly.
Dan blinked. He had a choice. This wolf was giving him a choice? He could just walk away from all this. And he wouldn't end up on display?
"Um....what's the question?" Dan asked, looking at the sculpture of a roaring lion, clad in what looked to be chainmail. A sword and shield in his paws, as though posed ready to defend whatever stood behind him. The whole sculpture was made out of what looked to be the purest gold. And as he stared at him. He could feel it. Joy, bliss, happiness. All of it welling up in his heart, flowing throughout his whole body. Relaxing him, helping him just stand there....to not want to look away.....
"My question, my sweet, little tiger, is this," Utsu spoke, moving up behind Dan and resting his paws on his shoulders, leaning forward almost as though to rest his muzzle on his right shoulder. "Tell me, Dan. You are still in the prime of your life. You have not even seen twenty years yet. But.....you must know. As all mortal creatures do. Time will take everything from you. Your strength, your youth, and eventually, your life. You will fade to dust, and become but a memory, and even then, eventually, all memories fade." Utsu told him quietly, shaking his head.
"Such a fate is an affront and an abomination of the highest order to me," Utsu growled, his paws tightening on his shoulder. "Things of beauty should last. They should remain beautiful forever. To be admired and loved not just by this generation, but by every generation that comes afterward. Are you content with that fate Dan? To fade away? To be forgotten by this world in a scant century, perhaps two if you are truly lucky? I offer you a path to immortality. To be immortalized. To be adored and loved until the end of this world itself. All will know you. All will be able to look upon your beauty, your uniqueness. And you will bring so much joy and happiness to the world as well. How is that a bad thing, Dan? You will never suffer, you will never have to feel the bite of pain or loneliness or loss ever again. I will give you an eternity of joy and happiness."
Utsu let out a low sigh, shaking his head. "Is that truly such a bad thing my dear, sweet tiger?"
Dan was quiet for a few moments. His words....his words....they didn't sound bad....in fact....
His eyes drifted down to his paws. He wasn't wrong. He was strong, he was powerful, he was fast. Something he prided himself on quite a lot. He'd always been the fastest. Among his friends, his family, at school. But...one day...his legs wouldn't be able to support him. One day, maybe a day far in the future, but he would get slower, and slower, and slower.
Until one day, his body just wouldn't be able to go on anymore.
And he'd die.....
He didn't want to die.....
A smile slowly split over Utsu's muzzle. He could feel it. His words were breaking through his sweet little kitty's fears and worries. Now, to just help him along. To convince him to make that final step. To accept what he should be. "I promise, my child. If you accept my blessing. My power. You will never be harmed again. You will remain pristine, unbreakable. Protected and girded by my essence against both the passage of time and mortal magic and mundane harm. And you will never know sorrow, pain, or loss again. My sweet boy. I promise you, I will protect you. You will be an amazing statue. A true work of art. People will flock from across the world to see you. Just as they will all my children. I swear to you....accept this. And you will never regret it. After all....do you really want to just fade away from my boy?"
Dan shook his head quickly. "No.....no....I don't want to fade....I don't want to be forgotten." He whispered.
"Good. Very good my child. That's wonderful to say." Utsu said gently. "All you must do my child. Is step onto your pedestal. Take your place there. And your father will take care of you. I shall make you perfect. I shall make you beautiful."
Dan's eyes drifted over to the white marble pedestal for a moment. He could still go back. He could still say no.....but then....what would he really go back to? Another sixty? Eighty years max of life? Sure, he may be able to live? But what came after that? Nothing.....
No. No. This way. This way he would be eternal. He would always be remembered, admired, loved....what was wrong with that?
"That's it. Good boy. Oh, I am so proud of you. You have no idea my sweet tiger. Your father is so very, very proud of you. You're going to be simply breathtaking." Utsu complimented as Dan began to walk over to the pedestal and climb up onto it, turning to look at the wolf.
Utsu gave a small nod of his head. "Now, my dearheart. Let us work. Let us bring your inner beauty to the surface for all to marvel at." The wolf lifted his paws. A deep amber light gathering around them before that same light washed over the tiger, his casual clothing dissolving into motes of flickering light.
At the same instant, Dan's body locked up. The feline going rigid. Every inch of him, from his eyes, all the way down to his toes no longer obeying his mental commands. No matter how much he tried, not so much of a twitch could be seen in the rigid, motionless feline.
Utsu's eyes roamed over the feline's body for a few moments, nodding to himself. "Yes. Yes. Perfect. Simply perfect. Now, just relax Dan. It is okay. I promise you. We just need to get you into your new gear. You see. Your serving as a sculpture of my dear brother. Tiger's are one of his favorite appearances. I'tali so does favor you felines. You, my dear tiger, are one of the closest felines I've ever seen in coming close to my brother's beauty and majesty. You should be proud. I don't speak those words lightly."
As Utsu spoke, his paws began to blaze with beautiful silver light. His paws swiping through the air, like the paintbrush of an artist. And that silver light streaked out to slowly engulf Dan's legs, a cool feeling forming over his paws. A light crackling echoing through the air. The tiger's feet began to go numb as he could see, out of the corner of his eyes, his paws were being engulfed in solid silver....no.....platinum. It was platinum. It started from his toes, and began to creep upwards. And everywhere the sleek, smooth metal touched, grew cold and.....calm was the best way his mind could comprehend it. Like all of the normal aches and pains were being ironed out of his very being.
"Oooooooh, I knew it. I knew you were simply meant to be a statue. Look at you. Platinum. A platinum sculpture. Fabulous, wonderful. Magnificence. Ooooooooh, I simply cannot wait for you to be finished. You're going to be one of my most beautiful children."
A thrill of pride washed through Dan's mind, even as the wave of platinum continued to slide up his body. Engulfing his legs and immortalizing them in that beautiful metal. Continuing up its path towards his hips and his chest. His breathing came to an erupt stop as that sleek material claimed his chest. Locking it in place. Every little hair perfectly captured. Not a trace of detail being lost as he was being claimed by the magic.
And yet, Dan felt no fear. No worry, or doubt. The more the metal washed over him, claimed him. The more relaxed he felt. It wasn't that like his mind was being taken away from him. But rather.....
What was there to worry about? What was there that he needed to do or care about anymore? If he was going to be a statue? He could just relax.....let others just take care of him....That....that was nice, right?
The tiger's heart stopped as it was frozen in platinum within his chest. His arms following soon after, locking into place at his side. The feline forced to stare ahead, a gentle smile on his muzzle as that coldness flowed up over his neck, locking his head in place, even if the wolf's magic didn't hold him paralyzed.
And as that cool liquid-like metal swept over his head. A feeling of utter peace and relaxation flowed through the tiger. His smiling visage being forever frozen in place. His blank, expressionless eyes glimmering under the light as the process finished itself. And where once had stood a living breathing tiger, now stood nothing but what looked to be an ordinary platinum sculpture of a proud-looking tiger.
Dan himself felt perfectly content. And to his surprise, he could still see the world outside, even though it felt like he was looking at it through a silvery sheen. Everything looked like it was moving far faster then he remembered it going just a few seconds before. But.....yet...he found he didn't care in the slightest. It just....didn't feel important.....
Utsu grinned and clapped his paws giddy as he looked up and down his newest piece of artwork. "Wonderful, wonderful. Oooooooooh your simply amazing my sweet tiger." Utsu squeed at the top of his lungs, jumping up and down. "But you are not done yet. No, not yet my boy. We must make you look the part. My brother is a defender of life itself. All living things are sacred to him. And if you are to play the part, my boy. Then you need the proper look. Now, let your dear father work his magic. Let me make you perfect."
That sleek silver glow surrounded the wolf's paws once more as he began to sweep and guide them up and around the tiger's form. The platinum the tiger was made of began to ripple and change slightly. From the bottom of his paws, a pair of sleek-looking metal greaves began to form, covering his paws and sliding upwards, covering his legs. From the tiger's chest. A beautiful chest plate, like the armor of a knight from an ancient fairy tale, began to flow over his chest and over his arms.
The wolf gave a tug of his paws and Dan found his arms moving without any consent from him. Rising upwards. And from his right paw, a breathtaking shield began to grow forth. A large tower shield, shaped almost like a blooming tree. The whole shield large enough to go from his neck, all the way down onto his pedestal.
And in his left paw, a long, ornate spear began to grow from his hand, his paw wrapped tightly around its hilt as the bottom of the spear hit the pedestal with a loud clack, while the other end of the spear shifted into a diamond tip.
And the tiger's headfur began to ripple as a helm began to form around his two ears, an open helm, allowing those who looked upon him to see the tiger's face as his visage shifted all on its own. His almost shy smile giving way to a proud, joyous grin. A look of such welcoming and love, that one could always feel safe, protected while around him as he stared forward, unblinking, unmoving.
And as the process finished, the rippling ceased, and once again, what looked to be a totally ordinary sculpture stood in its place, now clad in that gleaming platinum armor.
"Yes. Beautiful, so very, very beautiful.....My son. You have made your father so proud." Utsu whispered. "You're going to be amazing when you are out among the public on display."
Dan felt a thrill of pleasure wash through him as he saw Utsu watching him. It felt good, to be admired, to be looked at. He was fulfilling his purpose. He could feel that. He was strong and powerful, everyone should look up to him.....That just felt.....right....
Utsu grinned, clapping his paws. "Now, you just relax my boy. Settle. Settle in. Your dear papa will get you out on display soon. You just relax and enjoy yourself. After all, you have all eternity to enjoy. My beautiful work of art."
Three Months Later
Dan stood upon his pedestal proudly. Spear and shield clenched in his platinum paws as he stood in pride of place in the newest exhibit hall of the Lunar Museum. All around him, crowds and crowds of furs passed. Every single one of them stopped to look at him, to admire him. He was the center of attention. The star of the show. And he couldn't be happier. The adults couldn't help but marvel at how powerful and strong he looked. The holy protector they called him. The Guardian of life. Those words just brought a thrill of pleasure through his mind every time he heard the tour guide speak about him. Telling the many myths and stories that came from him.
And the little ones. The cute little ones. Their cute little smiles. Their eyes seemed to light up as they looked up at him. He could practically feel their dreams, their hopes. That maybe, someday, they could be just like him.
He hoped they could be. He would love to welcome some new brothers. And his father was always looking for new sources of beauty to immortalize for these people to enjoy. Some of them would likely look wonderful here in the museum with him.
All too quickly though, it seemed the day came to an end and the crowds ceased as the museum emptied. Darkness taking the place of light as the museum closed down for the night. The only people Dan seeing were the night guards and....well....his favorite person.
A large, chubby bear whistled cheerfully as he pushed a cart into the sculpture hall. The round black bear smiling as he walked over to Dan. "And there's the statue of the hour. You're a huge hit. The curator still can't believe the sheer number of people we're bringing in here." The bear said happily as he walked over, lifting up a spray bottle and a rag and giving the metal tiger a few squirts before starting to polish him up. Ensuring that his metal form was properly buffed and shiny for the coming day.
Dan, meanwhile, felt like he was in heaven. Every stroke of the rag was like pure bliss. Wiping away all the dirt, dust, and grime that came from yet another day in the museum. Cleaning him up, polishing him until his armor and silver fur gleamed like the proper metal it was made of. This bear was so very, very nice. Taking care of him. Helping to ensure that he was ready to do his duty, to be admired by the thousands and thousands of people who came here. Such a kind bear. He could feel his senses flickering a bit. Growing harder to focus, and he let the bear's kind words fade into the background, his sense of time fading as he just relaxed. I enjoyed the moment.
Like a proper statue should.
One Year Later
The Guardian of Life looked out regally at the thongs who had come to witness his glory. His martial prowess and hear his legends and stories of his exploits from the past. The tale when he had faced down a dragon in single combat to protect a town. Or the legend of when he had struck down a demon that was attempting to enslave all mortals to its foul worship.
And here he was. A monument, a work of art dedicated to the memory of that hero. A proud statue he was. He stood as a remembrance to the hero who had saved the world. A reminder to the adults of the heroes who had come before. And, to all of the cubs who had looked at him, as a testament to what they might one day be able to become. Heroes in their own right. And maybe, they could one day go on to save the world too. And have statues made in their likeness, just like him.
The guardian watched the crowds go around him, talking, chatting, looking as happy as they could be. It was nice. They were safe. Protected, under his watch.
He was a good statue. And he would watch over them for all time.
Ten Years Later
The guardian felt his sense of time, his focus fading. He stared forward, at his cleaner. The bear who had cared for him for years and years. Each night, without fail, being there to buff his metal, to ensure he was ready for his next showing. The strange sounds that the bear said made no sense to the statue anymore. But then again. It wasn't a statue's purpose to listen. To speak....It just existed to be admired. To be watched. After all, statues should be seen, not heard.
But....the guardian.....was a statue....and statues....had no need for thoughts....no need for life.....they weren't like the things moving around him. The....people....yes....that was....the word....
No....no thoughts.....he didn't....need to think....didn't need....to be....
Guardian.....was.....statue....art.....beauty.....
No thoughts....no guardian....
Just.....
Just.....
Sta-
The bear never noticed as he reached up and began to polish the tiger's unchanging smile, the proud look on his muzzle. His washcloth gently stroking over its muzzle and eyes. He didn't notice the gleam of life flicker and go out.
The feline's mind fading away. Going quiet. No thoughts. Nothing going between those metal ears of his. It was a statue. A sculpture. Nothing but an inert piece of metal shaped like a proud feline warrior.....
And as the bear began to whistle and put all of his cleaning supplies away and start out of the room. The tiger warrior stood proudly on his pedestal. No life, nothing left of its former life. The former Tiger, Dan, was long gone, the weight of years having washed him away. Now.....now it was.....was.....
It was a statue.
It had always been a statue.
And a statue was all it would ever be again. Mindless, empty, lifeless.....
Just like a proper statue should be.
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New Sculpture, New You
By Whitestripe
A blazing light cut through the darkness of the workshop. Dozens upon dozens of sculptures stood across the pedestal in different poses. Some feral, some anthro, of all different ages and species. The only trait that any of them had in common was how wonderfully they were taken care of. Not a single iota of dust or wear could be seen upon any of the frozen creatures. And each and every single one of them looked so very, very realistic. Every little piece of fur, down to almost the individual hair was frozen in stark relief upon their sculpted bodies.
They looked so lifelike, one could almost expect them to suddenly break their pose and step right off of their pedestal.
And in the silent, quiet, workshop, strode in a most fabulously dressed wolf. Clad in a full-on open blue and red jacket, with bright white fur trim around the collar and tail of the coat. A pair of sunglasses glimmering over his eyes as he marched almost imperiously into the room and threw out his arms, a wide smile on his muzzle.
"My children, I have been struck by a most glorious flash of inspiration." He belted at almost the top of his lungs. His deep, rumbling voice reverberating all around him. "Now. I know, I know. All of you are waiting for your homes. You want to be admired for the beings of beauty, of creativity, of joyous art that you are. I know, I know. Your father hears your cries, my sweet children. And I swear to you. I am working tirelessly to ensure each and every one of you gets to a home that best suits each of your desires."
The wolf smiled, as though listening to something only he could hear as he practically spun in place. "But my children. Our art waits for no fur. Even now, countless millions of furs walk across this world. And somewhere, out there. I can feel it. In my fur, in my bones. There is the perfect fur for our next work of art. A tribute to my brother. I can't just sit around and let this idea escape me. No, not this one. So, my children. I ask you to have a bit more patience. That you content yourselves with the love and adoration that I can give to you, paltry I know that it is. But soon, we shall breathe a new work of beauty into this world. One that shall know no equal.....well...at least among mortal artisans. After all my children. Each and every one of you, are my masterpiece. And I love you all."
He turned, sweeping his cape out behind him. "The workshop shall be prepped. My children, I ask you to guard our home while I am gone, and please, it will only be a little longer. I have found quite the interested art dealer at one of the capitals here who might go for all of you. Soon. Soon my children. You will gain the admiration and adoration of millions of people. What you all so rightfully deserve. But for now. We have a new brother for you all to bring into existence. Now. I go."
And with that, the wolf stepped out of the workshop, the lights dimming, as darkness once again reigned over the silent, lifeless room.
The pair of sliding doors leading to the Lunar Train Station slid open, and the wolf strode into the chamber, head raised imperiously, as though he knew. Not just thought, but knew, down to the very core of his being that he was better. Greater. Then every single other person that packed into this bustling train station. The crowds around him parted as he strode forward. His eyes sweeping over the crowds, taking note.
No. Too tall, much too tall.
No. Not that one either. He was too short.
Hmm, that one? No, he was too fat for what he had in mind.
Oooooh, that one.....no...no, he wasn't the right race to best express what he needed to capture.
A low, bubbling growl began to slip from his jaws. Honestly. There were dozens, nay, hundreds of people in this station. How hard could it be to find someone who fit what he needed? Honestly, did these people not know who he was? They should.....they should.....
Helllllooooooo......
The wolf's eyes landed on a tiger that had just stepped off of one of the 'prey' trains, as they were so nicknamed. Trains that were packed from the little towns and cities that helped to provide Lunar City and it's ravenous predators with the fresh prey that they so desired.
Yes.....Yes.....youthful, but not too young, eighteen, maybe nineteen years old. He could work with this. And his body. Sleek, strong, powerful, lithe, and not too muscular. Oooooh, simply fabulous. And his stripes, darling, simply darling. No boring black, oh no, they were a wondrous shade of blue. And it looked stunning against that orange.
Yes. Yes. This was it. This was what he was looking for. This was truly a worthy model to represent his dear brother in all his glory within his tiger appearance.
The wolf's eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses as he saw a large looking gator making a beeline right towards the excited, innocent-looking feline.
And this time, a full-blown deep, bass growl slipped from his throat.
No. No poacher would deny him his prize. No poacher would take one of 'his' children from him. Such a thing was simply unthinkable.
And with a sweep of his cape, the wolf was in movement, striding forward, and throwing up his arms. "Oh, darling. Darling, yes, you, tiger, with the blue stripes. You are simply wonderful. Fabulous. A being of wondrous beauty, have you ever considered modeling dearheart? Oh, you would look glorious. Please, please, I simply must have you work for me." He yelled out, his voice carrying through the busy train station, and drawing all eyes onto him.
Good. That was just the way he liked things.
The tiger, Dan, blinked in shock as he heard that deep voice drawing his attention, one paw slowly reaching up to point towards himself, his muzzle all but dropping open that....someone....anyone might be interested in...well....him.
Honestly, this was more of a spur of the moment trip. He'd heard about how wonderful, how amazing, and welcoming Lunar City could be. And he'd had a bit of extra money from a bonus he'd gotten from his old job. So.....he'd decided to get a train ticket and come and visit the big city and see what it was like. See the sights, meet the locals. And just have a really fun weekend. And now, here he was, hardly even ten seconds off the train, and somehow, someone was already interested in him for a modeling job of all things?
That....was kinda cool.....he had to admit.
Dan slowly pointed a claw to himself, as though this wasn't real, that this was some sort of mistake. And yet, as the strangely dressed wolf walked through the parting crowd to stand before him. The canine grinned widely to him and nodded his head.
"You're.....you're actually talking about me....mister.....?" Dan began to ask slowly, his head tilted slightly in innocent confusion.
The wolf paused for a moment, before bowing deeply to the tiger, extending his arms. "My fans and friends know me by many little nicknames and titles. Personally, I like going by Utsu the most. I work as an artist here in this wo.....place. Here in this city actually. Sculptures are my specialty, though I work with all manner of art and beautiful things. I personally find sculptures to be much more pleasing to the senses. And you, my dear tiger, if I may have the honor of knowing your name?" The canine asked with a wide, eager grin on his muzzle.
A blush formed on the feline's muzzle. One paw rubbing the back of his head before he smiled at the wolf. "My name's Dan, I'm from Talon Falls. It's nice to meet you mister Utsu. I...I really don't know what else to say. I mean, I never dreamed that anyone would ever want to make a statue of me. I'm just.....well...." He waved his other paw towards himself. "I'm nothing really special."
"What? Nonsense my boy. Nonsense. I will not stand for hearing such scandalous talk in my presence." Utsu said, stepping forward and putting his hands on the feline's shoulders. "You are not plain. Far from it. I can see it in you. You hold that spark of greatness. Of wonder. Of pure beauty. Would it require some work to bring forth? Of course. But all great things are difficult to bring to perfection. But it is those difficulties that show you that it is worth doing. Now. My boy, I would love....no, I would be honored if you would join me at my studio today. To let me craft a sculpture that would be the greatest of its kind. With your help. A force of such beauty will surely be created. One that will take this whole world by storm. Please? Will you help me, Dan?"
Dan's muzzle opened and closed. His brain trying to process everything that was being thrown at it. This wolf....really thought that he...that he was...handsome? That he could make a statue of his likeness and people would like it? Love it even? That it wouldn't be just some plain, boring feline?
Slowly, a smile came over the tiger's muzzle as he nodded his head slowly to Utsu. "Ya. Ya, I would be happy to go with you Utsu. I mean, how many other people can say they got to serve as a model for a sculpture? I can't wait to see what you make." He told him happily.
The wolf let out an honest to goodness squee, clapping his paws and practically bouncing up and down in place. "Oooooooh, yay me. Ooooooh, I do so love it when I find someone so very willing to model and not be worried or put off by me." He spoke excitedly. Dan never noticed the look he gave towards the gator just behind him.
A look that promised a most horrific punishment if the gator even tried to touch one hair on his adorable sweet, innocent little tiger's head.
Dan was his. And if anyone touched him.
Well.....they wouldn't like what would happen.
"Now, now, we have much to do. And little time to do it, Dan. We have work to do. We have a work of art to create. Now. We Go." The wolf called out imperiously, reaching up and clapping his paws twice. His cape growing larger and lashing out, wrapping around them and entrapping the two in darkness.
And, a few moments later, the cape parted and drew back to the wolf's back, to reveal a beautiful workshop. An empty pedestal sitting directly in the center of the room. And all around them, lining the walls, were dozens of sculptures. Dan's muzzle actually dropped. His eyes slowly jumping from one to another. There were so many, and they were made out of so many different materials. Here was a fierce-looking ram, his arms crossed, and a glare on his face, carved out of solid pewter. And beside him, standing on its own pedestal, was a bookish looking owl, a large tome laying open in one wing, the other outstretched. A proud looking grin on its beak, the whole bird looking to be carved from solid marble.
And there were even more of them. The tiger slowly started to walk around the room, looking at each one for a few moments. They were all so beautiful, all so realistic. And....the longer he looked at them....the happier he felt. It was almost like, the more he marveled and looked at them, the happier and more excited he began to feel. Like all of his worries, fears and doubts were just vanishing into the ether.
Utsu grinned, just watching Dan as he took in his workshop. Looking from one of his sculptures to the next. It always warmed his heart so to see someone enjoying his children. And he could feel just how happy and excited his children were to finally have someone else come and look at them, to enjoy their forms and beauty as well. Ah, to see his children so very very happy, what parent wouldn't want that?
"You....you made all of these? They're so.....so....they look so real. They look like their real people.....or animals.....like they could just...." Dan began to speak before Utsu walked over and rested a paw on his shoulder, a wide grin on his muzzle.
"Like they could just step right off of the pedestal? I know. And to tell you the truth. The reason why they all look so real? It's quite simple. It's because they used to be real people. Each and every one of them, before they agreed to become one of my children. To become eternal, beautiful, to become monuments to art itself." Utsu said excitedly.
Dan froze as those words reached his ears. He....he said.....what....these....all of these were.....real...real....oh....oh god....
"Relax. Relax." Utsu spoke, his voice gentle, warm, like one would when speaking to a scared child. "I give you my word. Upon my name and my power. I do not intend to harm or hurt you. Nor will I do anything against your will. Each of my children. They were willing, they chose this to embrace it. To become beautiful sculptures, works of art. Though, they are annoyed with me." He said with a chuckle, looking out at them all with a fond smile on his muzzle.
Dan shivered as he looked over at Utsu. He could feel the thrum of magic filling the air at his oath. And while his own magic was quite weak, he could feel it in the depths of his soul. He KNEW this wolf could not break that promise. That what he was saying was true. That these statues....people....these people were willing....that they....had chosen this....
"They're....annoyed with you?" Dan asked slowly, quietly.
Utsu let out a laugh and nodded his head. "Indeed, indeed my dear little tiggey tiger. You see. Art exists to be admired, to be loved, to be looked at. And yet, here, in my workshop. I do try and give them what they want. But believe me, they do not rest telling me how much they want to be out there in the world. Looked at by countless millions. By the crowds sweeping through the art galleries, the museums of the world. I'm trying to help them find a home. But, well, I have exacting standards. My children will only have the best. And the best takes time to find." Utsu explained, before pausing, as though considering something.
After nearly a minute of thought, Utsu waved a paw to his many statues. "You can feel it, can't you? The joy that wells in your heart? The simple joy and happiness that pushes away the fear, the doubt, the sorrow, and worry when you look at them? That isn't just some silly emotions from yourself. When you are looking at them, you are opening yourselves to them. And in doing so, you can feel what they feel. Their joy, their happiness at serving their purpose. At being admired, loved, and adored by you. You have no idea just how happy you made them all when you began to admire them when we got here. And, my dear tiger, this is the gift I want to offer to you as well."
Dan gulped. He could guess what that 'gift' was. He wanted to make him into a statue too. Just like....just like all of these statues around him. He'd be just a simple, ordinary statue of a tiger, nobody....nobody would know that he was once a living being....a person.....and he was acting like this was a great boon....a gift.....
And yet.....why? If he had this much power. To turn people into statues....into solid stone....why even bother asking them....why bother giving him a choice if he could just forcefully turn the tiger into his newest art piece?
And he couldn't stop that question from slipping out of his muzzle.
Utsu let out a chuckle, shaking his head. "Well, perhaps if you take my offer, I'll explain more to you. But, I will simply say this for now. I have quite a lot of power. Power that you simply do not have the scale to comprehend. However, I am limited in how I can....express that power. To put it simply. I cannot turn you if you are not willing. If you say no. That is that. I will return you to the station where I found you, and we will go our separate ways. No harm, no foul. However, before you make your choice. I have a question for you, Dan." Utsu told him softly.
Dan blinked. He had a choice. This wolf was giving him a choice? He could just walk away from all this. And he wouldn't end up on display?
"Um....what's the question?" Dan asked, looking at the sculpture of a roaring lion, clad in what looked to be chainmail. A sword and shield in his paws, as though posed ready to defend whatever stood behind him. The whole sculpture was made out of what looked to be the purest gold. And as he stared at him. He could feel it. Joy, bliss, happiness. All of it welling up in his heart, flowing throughout his whole body. Relaxing him, helping him just stand there....to not want to look away.....
"My question, my sweet, little tiger, is this," Utsu spoke, moving up behind Dan and resting his paws on his shoulders, leaning forward almost as though to rest his muzzle on his right shoulder. "Tell me, Dan. You are still in the prime of your life. You have not even seen twenty years yet. But.....you must know. As all mortal creatures do. Time will take everything from you. Your strength, your youth, and eventually, your life. You will fade to dust, and become but a memory, and even then, eventually, all memories fade." Utsu told him quietly, shaking his head.
"Such a fate is an affront and an abomination of the highest order to me," Utsu growled, his paws tightening on his shoulder. "Things of beauty should last. They should remain beautiful forever. To be admired and loved not just by this generation, but by every generation that comes afterward. Are you content with that fate Dan? To fade away? To be forgotten by this world in a scant century, perhaps two if you are truly lucky? I offer you a path to immortality. To be immortalized. To be adored and loved until the end of this world itself. All will know you. All will be able to look upon your beauty, your uniqueness. And you will bring so much joy and happiness to the world as well. How is that a bad thing, Dan? You will never suffer, you will never have to feel the bite of pain or loneliness or loss ever again. I will give you an eternity of joy and happiness."
Utsu let out a low sigh, shaking his head. "Is that truly such a bad thing my dear, sweet tiger?"
Dan was quiet for a few moments. His words....his words....they didn't sound bad....in fact....
His eyes drifted down to his paws. He wasn't wrong. He was strong, he was powerful, he was fast. Something he prided himself on quite a lot. He'd always been the fastest. Among his friends, his family, at school. But...one day...his legs wouldn't be able to support him. One day, maybe a day far in the future, but he would get slower, and slower, and slower.
Until one day, his body just wouldn't be able to go on anymore.
And he'd die.....
He didn't want to die.....
A smile slowly split over Utsu's muzzle. He could feel it. His words were breaking through his sweet little kitty's fears and worries. Now, to just help him along. To convince him to make that final step. To accept what he should be. "I promise, my child. If you accept my blessing. My power. You will never be harmed again. You will remain pristine, unbreakable. Protected and girded by my essence against both the passage of time and mortal magic and mundane harm. And you will never know sorrow, pain, or loss again. My sweet boy. I promise you, I will protect you. You will be an amazing statue. A true work of art. People will flock from across the world to see you. Just as they will all my children. I swear to you....accept this. And you will never regret it. After all....do you really want to just fade away from my boy?"
Dan shook his head quickly. "No.....no....I don't want to fade....I don't want to be forgotten." He whispered.
"Good. Very good my child. That's wonderful to say." Utsu said gently. "All you must do my child. Is step onto your pedestal. Take your place there. And your father will take care of you. I shall make you perfect. I shall make you beautiful."
Dan's eyes drifted over to the white marble pedestal for a moment. He could still go back. He could still say no.....but then....what would he really go back to? Another sixty? Eighty years max of life? Sure, he may be able to live? But what came after that? Nothing.....
No. No. This way. This way he would be eternal. He would always be remembered, admired, loved....what was wrong with that?
"That's it. Good boy. Oh, I am so proud of you. You have no idea my sweet tiger. Your father is so very, very proud of you. You're going to be simply breathtaking." Utsu complimented as Dan began to walk over to the pedestal and climb up onto it, turning to look at the wolf.
Utsu gave a small nod of his head. "Now, my dearheart. Let us work. Let us bring your inner beauty to the surface for all to marvel at." The wolf lifted his paws. A deep amber light gathering around them before that same light washed over the tiger, his casual clothing dissolving into motes of flickering light.
At the same instant, Dan's body locked up. The feline going rigid. Every inch of him, from his eyes, all the way down to his toes no longer obeying his mental commands. No matter how much he tried, not so much of a twitch could be seen in the rigid, motionless feline.
Utsu's eyes roamed over the feline's body for a few moments, nodding to himself. "Yes. Yes. Perfect. Simply perfect. Now, just relax Dan. It is okay. I promise you. We just need to get you into your new gear. You see. Your serving as a sculpture of my dear brother. Tiger's are one of his favorite appearances. I'tali so does favor you felines. You, my dear tiger, are one of the closest felines I've ever seen in coming close to my brother's beauty and majesty. You should be proud. I don't speak those words lightly."
As Utsu spoke, his paws began to blaze with beautiful silver light. His paws swiping through the air, like the paintbrush of an artist. And that silver light streaked out to slowly engulf Dan's legs, a cool feeling forming over his paws. A light crackling echoing through the air. The tiger's feet began to go numb as he could see, out of the corner of his eyes, his paws were being engulfed in solid silver....no.....platinum. It was platinum. It started from his toes, and began to creep upwards. And everywhere the sleek, smooth metal touched, grew cold and.....calm was the best way his mind could comprehend it. Like all of the normal aches and pains were being ironed out of his very being.
"Oooooooh, I knew it. I knew you were simply meant to be a statue. Look at you. Platinum. A platinum sculpture. Fabulous, wonderful. Magnificence. Ooooooooh, I simply cannot wait for you to be finished. You're going to be one of my most beautiful children."
A thrill of pride washed through Dan's mind, even as the wave of platinum continued to slide up his body. Engulfing his legs and immortalizing them in that beautiful metal. Continuing up its path towards his hips and his chest. His breathing came to an erupt stop as that sleek material claimed his chest. Locking it in place. Every little hair perfectly captured. Not a trace of detail being lost as he was being claimed by the magic.
And yet, Dan felt no fear. No worry, or doubt. The more the metal washed over him, claimed him. The more relaxed he felt. It wasn't that like his mind was being taken away from him. But rather.....
What was there to worry about? What was there that he needed to do or care about anymore? If he was going to be a statue? He could just relax.....let others just take care of him....That....that was nice, right?
The tiger's heart stopped as it was frozen in platinum within his chest. His arms following soon after, locking into place at his side. The feline forced to stare ahead, a gentle smile on his muzzle as that coldness flowed up over his neck, locking his head in place, even if the wolf's magic didn't hold him paralyzed.
And as that cool liquid-like metal swept over his head. A feeling of utter peace and relaxation flowed through the tiger. His smiling visage being forever frozen in place. His blank, expressionless eyes glimmering under the light as the process finished itself. And where once had stood a living breathing tiger, now stood nothing but what looked to be an ordinary platinum sculpture of a proud-looking tiger.
Dan himself felt perfectly content. And to his surprise, he could still see the world outside, even though it felt like he was looking at it through a silvery sheen. Everything looked like it was moving far faster then he remembered it going just a few seconds before. But.....yet...he found he didn't care in the slightest. It just....didn't feel important.....
Utsu grinned and clapped his paws giddy as he looked up and down his newest piece of artwork. "Wonderful, wonderful. Oooooooooh your simply amazing my sweet tiger." Utsu squeed at the top of his lungs, jumping up and down. "But you are not done yet. No, not yet my boy. We must make you look the part. My brother is a defender of life itself. All living things are sacred to him. And if you are to play the part, my boy. Then you need the proper look. Now, let your dear father work his magic. Let me make you perfect."
That sleek silver glow surrounded the wolf's paws once more as he began to sweep and guide them up and around the tiger's form. The platinum the tiger was made of began to ripple and change slightly. From the bottom of his paws, a pair of sleek-looking metal greaves began to form, covering his paws and sliding upwards, covering his legs. From the tiger's chest. A beautiful chest plate, like the armor of a knight from an ancient fairy tale, began to flow over his chest and over his arms.
The wolf gave a tug of his paws and Dan found his arms moving without any consent from him. Rising upwards. And from his right paw, a breathtaking shield began to grow forth. A large tower shield, shaped almost like a blooming tree. The whole shield large enough to go from his neck, all the way down onto his pedestal.
And in his left paw, a long, ornate spear began to grow from his hand, his paw wrapped tightly around its hilt as the bottom of the spear hit the pedestal with a loud clack, while the other end of the spear shifted into a diamond tip.
And the tiger's headfur began to ripple as a helm began to form around his two ears, an open helm, allowing those who looked upon him to see the tiger's face as his visage shifted all on its own. His almost shy smile giving way to a proud, joyous grin. A look of such welcoming and love, that one could always feel safe, protected while around him as he stared forward, unblinking, unmoving.
And as the process finished, the rippling ceased, and once again, what looked to be a totally ordinary sculpture stood in its place, now clad in that gleaming platinum armor.
"Yes. Beautiful, so very, very beautiful.....My son. You have made your father so proud." Utsu whispered. "You're going to be amazing when you are out among the public on display."
Dan felt a thrill of pleasure wash through him as he saw Utsu watching him. It felt good, to be admired, to be looked at. He was fulfilling his purpose. He could feel that. He was strong and powerful, everyone should look up to him.....That just felt.....right....
Utsu grinned, clapping his paws. "Now, you just relax my boy. Settle. Settle in. Your dear papa will get you out on display soon. You just relax and enjoy yourself. After all, you have all eternity to enjoy. My beautiful work of art."
Three Months Later
Dan stood upon his pedestal proudly. Spear and shield clenched in his platinum paws as he stood in pride of place in the newest exhibit hall of the Lunar Museum. All around him, crowds and crowds of furs passed. Every single one of them stopped to look at him, to admire him. He was the center of attention. The star of the show. And he couldn't be happier. The adults couldn't help but marvel at how powerful and strong he looked. The holy protector they called him. The Guardian of life. Those words just brought a thrill of pleasure through his mind every time he heard the tour guide speak about him. Telling the many myths and stories that came from him.
And the little ones. The cute little ones. Their cute little smiles. Their eyes seemed to light up as they looked up at him. He could practically feel their dreams, their hopes. That maybe, someday, they could be just like him.
He hoped they could be. He would love to welcome some new brothers. And his father was always looking for new sources of beauty to immortalize for these people to enjoy. Some of them would likely look wonderful here in the museum with him.
All too quickly though, it seemed the day came to an end and the crowds ceased as the museum emptied. Darkness taking the place of light as the museum closed down for the night. The only people Dan seeing were the night guards and....well....his favorite person.
A large, chubby bear whistled cheerfully as he pushed a cart into the sculpture hall. The round black bear smiling as he walked over to Dan. "And there's the statue of the hour. You're a huge hit. The curator still can't believe the sheer number of people we're bringing in here." The bear said happily as he walked over, lifting up a spray bottle and a rag and giving the metal tiger a few squirts before starting to polish him up. Ensuring that his metal form was properly buffed and shiny for the coming day.
Dan, meanwhile, felt like he was in heaven. Every stroke of the rag was like pure bliss. Wiping away all the dirt, dust, and grime that came from yet another day in the museum. Cleaning him up, polishing him until his armor and silver fur gleamed like the proper metal it was made of. This bear was so very, very nice. Taking care of him. Helping to ensure that he was ready to do his duty, to be admired by the thousands and thousands of people who came here. Such a kind bear. He could feel his senses flickering a bit. Growing harder to focus, and he let the bear's kind words fade into the background, his sense of time fading as he just relaxed. I enjoyed the moment.
Like a proper statue should.
One Year Later
The Guardian of Life looked out regally at the thongs who had come to witness his glory. His martial prowess and hear his legends and stories of his exploits from the past. The tale when he had faced down a dragon in single combat to protect a town. Or the legend of when he had struck down a demon that was attempting to enslave all mortals to its foul worship.
And here he was. A monument, a work of art dedicated to the memory of that hero. A proud statue he was. He stood as a remembrance to the hero who had saved the world. A reminder to the adults of the heroes who had come before. And, to all of the cubs who had looked at him, as a testament to what they might one day be able to become. Heroes in their own right. And maybe, they could one day go on to save the world too. And have statues made in their likeness, just like him.
The guardian watched the crowds go around him, talking, chatting, looking as happy as they could be. It was nice. They were safe. Protected, under his watch.
He was a good statue. And he would watch over them for all time.
Ten Years Later
The guardian felt his sense of time, his focus fading. He stared forward, at his cleaner. The bear who had cared for him for years and years. Each night, without fail, being there to buff his metal, to ensure he was ready for his next showing. The strange sounds that the bear said made no sense to the statue anymore. But then again. It wasn't a statue's purpose to listen. To speak....It just existed to be admired. To be watched. After all, statues should be seen, not heard.
But....the guardian.....was a statue....and statues....had no need for thoughts....no need for life.....they weren't like the things moving around him. The....people....yes....that was....the word....
No....no thoughts.....he didn't....need to think....didn't need....to be....
Guardian.....was.....statue....art.....beauty.....
No thoughts....no guardian....
Just.....
Just.....
Sta-
The bear never noticed as he reached up and began to polish the tiger's unchanging smile, the proud look on his muzzle. His washcloth gently stroking over its muzzle and eyes. He didn't notice the gleam of life flicker and go out.
The feline's mind fading away. Going quiet. No thoughts. Nothing going between those metal ears of his. It was a statue. A sculpture. Nothing but an inert piece of metal shaped like a proud feline warrior.....
And as the bear began to whistle and put all of his cleaning supplies away and start out of the room. The tiger warrior stood proudly on his pedestal. No life, nothing left of its former life. The former Tiger, Dan, was long gone, the weight of years having washed him away. Now.....now it was.....was.....
It was a statue.
It had always been a statue.
And a statue was all it would ever be again. Mindless, empty, lifeless.....
Just like a proper statue should be.
Dan the tiger has just made it to Lunar City. The bustling capital of Lunaris, for his vacation. However, he has no idea of the den of viper's he's walked into.
Nor the wolf who has his eye on the tiger to be his next masterpiece.
And here's a commission I did at our last stream for fastblader It was a delight to write, and I really hope you all enjoy the story as much as he did.
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Nor the wolf who has his eye on the tiger to be his next masterpiece.
And here's a commission I did at our last stream for fastblader It was a delight to write, and I really hope you all enjoy the story as much as he did.
As always, please leave a comment if you enjoy the story, I love hearing from all of you, and if you want to support me, consider checking out my patreon here. https://www.patreon.com/Whitestripe
Thanks for taking the time to read everyone, and I'll see you at the next story.
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Ohooo, I totally love this! Thank you again for writing and letting me be a part of Lunar Academy, Whitestripe!
Really glad you enjoyed the story so much Fastblader, it was an utter delight to write. I'm excited for what we may see next with these characters.
Thank you very much for the kind words StoneLeo, any big standouts for things you really enjoyed?
I always get worried, I'm never really sure just how much detail to put into those particular sections. I want to make them detailed, but I always worry I might go overkill on it.
I have a sincere question, if they're just soulless corpses, why the heck does he role play, when he's all by himself, with his statues so much? Is he that disconnected from reality? Giving the spiel with Dan is part of the con game, but all by himself? Did he live the lie so much that he now believes it? Or is it due to them not having died yet?
And it looked stunning against that orange.
What does that matter if he ends up a stone statue?
"But believe me, they do not rest telling me how much they want to be out there in the world. Looked at by countless millions"
If he truly believed that, he'd have them placed as public works like say in the train station, such art belongs to the people.
Does he at least title the statues after their names?
What a cheat. Sixty-years of life or more, in exchange for about eleven years of life and then leaving behind a long-staying corpse, the Egyptian Pharaoh waited until their time was over before preserving their empty vessel. It would have been more interesting to see what witnessing eternity would have been like for such a work of sapient art. But I know the mind-wipe thing is your thing, and I know better than to whine about someone writing what they love.
You have a solid universe all your own, and a gigantic circle of friends who admire you and speak at your wavelength, you have a right to be proud.
And it looked stunning against that orange.
What does that matter if he ends up a stone statue?
"But believe me, they do not rest telling me how much they want to be out there in the world. Looked at by countless millions"
If he truly believed that, he'd have them placed as public works like say in the train station, such art belongs to the people.
Does he at least title the statues after their names?
What a cheat. Sixty-years of life or more, in exchange for about eleven years of life and then leaving behind a long-staying corpse, the Egyptian Pharaoh waited until their time was over before preserving their empty vessel. It would have been more interesting to see what witnessing eternity would have been like for such a work of sapient art. But I know the mind-wipe thing is your thing, and I know better than to whine about someone writing what they love.
You have a solid universe all your own, and a gigantic circle of friends who admire you and speak at your wavelength, you have a right to be proud.
No, no, it's all good. Let me explain things a bit here.
He "is" that disconnected from mortals. He doesn't understand them. Not in the way we might understand each other. He see's them mostly in the context of his field.
Utsu is an Aspect, specificially, Aspect of Beauty and Art. He is in charge of inspiring mortal artwork and things of beauty. To him, there is 'no' better thing then helping a mortal be 'perfect and beautiful'. To him, this is the greatest reward and offering that he can possibly give them. What mortal 'wouldn't' want his gift, he honestly cannot comprehend why someone may say no to him.
As for his statues, he does very much care for them. As he mentions once, he has very exacting standards for 'where' his works go. He doesn't want to risk someone or some place getting them that will not appreciate them as much as he does. And that can take some time.
As for the last bit. He had nothing to do with that, nor was that his power. That came down to the force of will of Dan himself. Dan 'let' himself fade. He wanted to embrace his new role. He wanted to be more like a statue.
Even though it's just a statue and isn't thinking anymore. Dan is still there. You could call it sleeping almost. But some part of Dan is still within that statue, still seeing things, even if his mind doesn't really process things anymore.
For some of Utsu's other work, they can remain sentient and aware for decades or hundreds of years even before beginning to fade. It all depends on the person themselves, and what they choose to do.
He "is" that disconnected from mortals. He doesn't understand them. Not in the way we might understand each other. He see's them mostly in the context of his field.
Utsu is an Aspect, specificially, Aspect of Beauty and Art. He is in charge of inspiring mortal artwork and things of beauty. To him, there is 'no' better thing then helping a mortal be 'perfect and beautiful'. To him, this is the greatest reward and offering that he can possibly give them. What mortal 'wouldn't' want his gift, he honestly cannot comprehend why someone may say no to him.
As for his statues, he does very much care for them. As he mentions once, he has very exacting standards for 'where' his works go. He doesn't want to risk someone or some place getting them that will not appreciate them as much as he does. And that can take some time.
As for the last bit. He had nothing to do with that, nor was that his power. That came down to the force of will of Dan himself. Dan 'let' himself fade. He wanted to embrace his new role. He wanted to be more like a statue.
Even though it's just a statue and isn't thinking anymore. Dan is still there. You could call it sleeping almost. But some part of Dan is still within that statue, still seeing things, even if his mind doesn't really process things anymore.
For some of Utsu's other work, they can remain sentient and aware for decades or hundreds of years even before beginning to fade. It all depends on the person themselves, and what they choose to do.
I guess I was just looking forward to what the Guardian of Life would witness when he behind being moved to a museum on Mars for instance rather than being lifeless stone.
Thank you for responding to my comment with patience and maturity, thank you.
Thank you for responding to my comment with patience and maturity, thank you.
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