| Done on 12x12" scrapbooking paper and prismacolor markers. |


Isabelle The Cat padded silently across the bed to her person and silently lay down by her head. Her Person was silently weeping into the large, stuffed creature that she most often held at night either for some source of comfort The Cat could not provide, or as some kind of safegaurd, some barrier to things that belonged outside of itself. The Cat supposed that whatever purposes it had, they had been fufilled time and again and it was once again serving those purposes, to lay there, silent, and still, and musty, smelling like an old book, like stress and regrets and emotions too bare to reveal. She stared down at her Person's form, so much larger thIsabelle by ~EternityofNever
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I have nothing really profound to say.
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I...am a brony....God help me.
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I...am a brony....God help me.
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