Wistful night

Note that this is an art work that I had sitting on my hard drive for a year now.  I created it on February 6th, 2016. Never picked it up again until yesterday. There are many mistakes (like the background's perspective in respect to the foreground, anatomy, Panther's tail is missing, details on Panther's clothes are missing, etc.), but I really don't feel like modifying a year-old art work, so all I really did was finish coloring in Panther's fur, add in the remaining shading, and boom, done.

Having some free time to do as he pleased before leaving the planet for the next mission, Panther stopped by a place familiar to him since he was a child. Sandy Shores was still as beautiful as he remembered, with its pristine sands, and good surf during the seasons. He remembered pedaling here early in the morning with his older brother, Valentino, whenever the weekends rolled by. They would order a few pastries from the little cafe nearby before having the entire day to themselves. The bench they would sit at was still there, although it was clear that it had been replaced. Panther watched the other patrons as they enjoyed themselves. Panther squinted, as the sunlight began to shine bright. He watched as the sky painted itself in beautiful hues of reds, pinks, purples, and everything in between as the sun vanished behind the horizon.

"It's such a beautiful moment..." Panther smiled to himself. The stars slowly began to appear, twinkling as they would only do so on a planet. He knew all too well that that wasn't the case in outer space. "...I wish Valentino was here to enjoy this with me." Memories both good and bad began to replay in Panther's mind. Realizing that he had let his guard down, he desperately looked to the stars to regain his composure before burying his face in his hands. "We used to be such a happy little family..." Panther lamented to himself "...why did we fall apart?"

What Panther didn't realize however, was that Valentino was actually beside him the entire trip. Since Panther had lost connections to the family gift that each descendant of the Calurosos were gifted with since birth, he did not see his brother watching him with great concern.

"That's a good question, Baby Brother..." Valentino had thought to himself "...and I don't know how to answer that. I guess some things are just truly out of our control sometimes..."  

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Who's ready for some feels? I've got a lot of them, and I hope you'd come along for the ride.
Somebody had asked me (when I showed him the WIP,) "Why does Panther look like he's about to start crying?" ...I hope this answers your question a little bit.
This was a part of a story I was working on, but never released, so I do hope you enjoy it when it comes out! Be prepared....

Panther Caluroso belongs to Nintendo
Valentino Caluroso belongs to me.