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Mego and her girlfriend Kei walking and talking in themed outfits based on each other.
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A trip to the Dragon Temple Library I had this idea when I woke up yesterday, went straight to the toilet with my sketchbook to doodle it before it leaves my head. Now after two days of focus, I finished it as a full illustration! I just thought it would be cute to see Daryl and Volteer interacting. He's probably talking about a bunch of theories and his hypotheses. (I can listen to Volteer all day <3)
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A chance meeting with Meri turned into a fun conversation about how they like to use their new forms' limbs to kiss their respective boyfriends. I think Venus might be the only rabbit woman to think of using her ears like that to kiss her lover since as a cartoon rabbit and a plush she doesn't have to worry about her ears getting uncomfortable from doing that, while other less cartoony rabbit may have to worry about that. Different Types of Furry Kisses Art made by Luxioboi22 A chance meeting with Meri for Venus was a bit nerve wracking at first but it turned into quite a fun conversation about how much the Succubi like being the Furry Characters and using things they never did before to please their respective boyfriends. When Meri points out how their new cartoon furry bodies could work in fun ways, Venus was glad to pull one of her ears down and tell Meri how she uses it to kiss her boyfriend and this prompts Meri talk about how she likes using her long tail to hug hers in the middle their kisses. Being both a cartoon and a plush of Hoppy from Playtime's Smiling Critters, Venus is able to kiss Ron without any sort of draw backs or strain that a more realistic anthro rabbit like Judy Hopps would have trouble doing. I think the more cartoon rabbits like Lola might be able to pull off Venus' unique bunny kiss style without trouble too. It was something of a strange wonder she had a while back when she was watching cartoons like everyone else does once in a while but she's never been happier to make something like this a reality now. Meri had taken care of Venus when she was younger so it was quite the surprise for Meri to see Venus show up as a Short Stack Hoppy Hopscotch of all things and after a little caring nudging, she was pretty happy to hear that she's doing well with her own boyfriend and seeing her use her ears like that is kinda cute for Meri to see too.
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So I say to him, no way, suck my dick...!! and he did it!
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A project for GBG Next: https://e621.net/posts/4690697?q=mamayong_%28artist%29 "Get a whiff of that!" "Of what?" "You sure you're not hungry?" asked Blake to the smaller guy in front of him as he placed down the menu. Milo l thought for abit, "Well a sandwhich wouldn't hurt, but I never been to this diner though." "Me neither. Kinda odd, it's well-kept but there's no one here. Maybe cause it's a Tuesday?" "Maybe, there's no staff either, we had to grab our own menus." The doberman tilted his head a little bit, confused yet amused. "You mean to tell me you don't smell that?" "Again, smell what?" Milo was furrowing his brows now, trying his best to smell his surroundings, all he got was the aroma of fried oil, leather, and- "Wait, what is that?" "Oh boy you're so gay. Haha!" "What the hell does that mean." Milo pretended to be offended, then jokingly punched Blake on his arms. "It means that your cute nose can't tell that a lady near us is in heat- speak of the devil." Milo looked left to see a doberman lady, wearing a tight uniform that looked like it was about to pop. She's sporting a seductive smile, a pair of huge racks and thighs that could kill. "Can I get you big guys anything?" Blake started "Damn! *cough* I'lll have the sliders and fries please." "You sure hun? That ain't gonna fill you-" "give me 5 of them." Said Blake with a wide smile, though not evident to Milo, the big male doberman is now hungry for two things. "Now you're talkin! What about you sweetie?" "...Oh! I'll get the tuna sandwhich please, and a milkshake." The lil guy was not even looking at her while he spoke of his order. Something about the air made him nervous and on edge. "Well then, you boys sit tight. I'm the only one workin today but I'll get it out in a jiffy" *7 minutes later* Blake was chowing down on his second serving of sliders, very content of the small treat he has on his large hands. "Slow down bud, she ain't even here with my order yet." Said Milo laughing at the glutton is front of him. "About that, I noticed you were acting a bit weird everytime the lady showed up.", teased Blake, "Wanna tell me somethin?" Milo widened his eyes abit, "I don't know what happened.. her perfume or something is making feel abit weird." "Perfume?? My friend that is the smell of heat." "You mean she-" "Yes!" A small blush crept onto the pitbull, he spent a very large portion of his years loving all things musk, muscle, and men. He wouldn't admit it to his friend.. yet, but the smell of that waiter is definitely stirring something inside him that he didn't knew existed.
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CHAPTER 13: SINS OF THE FATHER Story Norman and Alex were two members of a creative team of three. A third rat named Beatrice served as their lead singer, belting out what sounded to be a combination of folk music and jazz. They reminded me of the numerous garage band friends I had met over the years, but for obvious reasons, these rats weren’t concerned about record deals and ‘making it big’. Their sheer joy in performing was a lot different from the exhaustive work I was used to from those starting bands, all in the hopes of getting a record contract and getting paid lots of money. Even I couldn’t remember when was the last time I did something solely for the pleasure of it. If it was one thing I could envy the rats for, it was for that. My assignment was to write down as many songs as I could. Norman would then help me write out the music for Alex. I needed a quiet place to concentrate but I didn’t want to spend all my time underground. Even though the rats had built as many windows as they could, you could still spend a lot of time without seeing natural light. It made telling the passage of time disorienting. I didn’t want to embarrass myself with something vapid and Top 10ish just because I knew the words inside and out. How couldn’t I? Radio Jockeys only played the singles twenty times an hour. Since I had chosen a Sarah Mclachlan song to audition with, I figured it would be best if I kept my collection to her music. What could go wrong with Sarah Mclachlan? Okay, maybe a mass suicide but I would try to keep my choices to her more happy tunes, that is if I could tell the difference. I was so intent on choosing songs I didn’t realize I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. With a hard bump I crashed into someone, all my paper scattering to the floor. “Rats!” I yelled out of now ironic habit. “Oh, I’m really sorry about that!” The rat answered, bending over to help me gather up my pages. “I should have noticed you coming down the hall.” I recognized the voice at once. “Jinnai,” I replied, suddenly flustered much to my amazement. “That’s okay, they’re all blank anyway.” I grabbed at the paper, crumpling them as I did. Jinnai smiled, picking up the rest of the pages with a little more care than I was. We both stood facing each other. I ran my hand through my hair impulsively. “So, what are you doing here?” I asked, not wanting him to walk away. Jinnai hesitated with his answer but not out of not wanting to tell me. He didn’t have many people asking him about anything outside whatever work he did. “Meeting. They’re never ending. Sometimes I feel I’m in meetings more than I’m actually working.” “Don’t let Justin hear you saying that,” I answered, giggling. “He’ll schedule another meeting to address that.” I paused. “So, what is it exactly you do anyway?” Jinnai shrugged his shoulders. “I keep an eye on supplies, food, things like that, make sure no one is taking more than they should be.” “You watch supplies? I though you were a guard.” “I am,” he replied with a little twinge of resentment. “I guard supplies.” “Oh.” I adjusted the papers into a semi-neat stack in my arms. Jinnai glanced around, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, if you’re okay then I’d best be going. You look like you’re heading somewhere anyway.” He was about to take a step when I stopped him. “No, I wasn’t going anywhere specific if that’s what you meant. I just wanted to go topside and find a quiet spot where I can write. Where are you going?” There was a pause then the dark rat turned back to me. “Same place you were I guess,” he answered. “Nowhere specific.” “So you’re off duty?” “Yes.” “Would you like to join me?” I felt myself hold my breath as I waited for his answer. I couldn’t believe I got nervous over such a simple question. Jinnai looked just as confused. “Uh, I don’t want to be a bother.” “I wouldn’t have asked if it was.” The moment felt so awkward we just stood there in the hallway, waiting for one of us to move. “So,” I started. “You know this place better than I do. Any suggestions for a nice quiet place where we can get some fresh air?” Jinnai nodded quickly. “Sure… sure…” he stuttered as we both started walking. I barely remembered seeing Justin standing at the opposite end of the hall, watching our whole exchange with narrow, intense eyes. We sat overlooking the artificial beach the rats had made for those unbearable summer days. The day was still warm with rat children taking advantage, splashing and playing in the inviting water. I was lying on my stomach in the grass, writing as many lyrics as I could. Sunlight warmed my body but I was too busy concentrating and softly singing to enjoy it. Jinnai on the other hand was sitting under a small brush, watching the playing rats below and looking at the valley beyond them. He obviously preferred to be in the shade however I questioned whether his intention was to avoid getting sunburned. I turned my head, watching him for a little bit. His fur wasn’t really black, as I had originally thought instead a very dark gray. Jinnai was about as tall as Justin except not as slim-built. I also wondered how much younger he was to the leader of the rats. As he looked over to whatever he was he was looking at, I couldn’t help but notice his bright eyes and the overwhelming sense of sadness that seemed to rain over him. “So, what are you thinking?” I asked as I propped my head on my hand. “Nothing,” Jinnai replied as he looked over. His toes stretched and wiggled, grabbing at the new grass. I pat the area next to me with my hand. “Why don’t you come over here instead of hiding?” “I’m not hiding,” Jinnai answered, self-conscious. “I like being in the shade.” “You look like you’re hiding to me,” I answered as I sat up, stretching my arms over my head. “If you don’t want to be here, you can leave if you want. I don’t mind.” Jinnai’s blue eyes widened visibly upset. “I didn’t mean to make you think I don’t want to be here,” he answered almost pleadingly. “I don’t mind being here. I just don’t want to be…” “Where anyone can see you?” I finished for him. He became quiet. “I seem to make people nervous,” he softly said. “I don’t like the feeling of making others uncomfortable.” He shrugged, letting out a small sigh. “So I just stay out of the way.” I felt sorry for him. “You don’t make me nervous,” I answered. “You don’t have to hide from me.” I felt Jinnai get more uncomfortable causing me to gathered up my papers. “Well, if you’re not going to come out here, I’ll just join you in the shade.” I went over to the overhanging brush, taking a space next to him. Placing my papers on my knees, I began to write. I felt Jinnai fidget next to me. “What are you doing anyway?” he asked, looking over at my paper. I wrote down a last line, lowering the paper for him to see. “I’m writing down songs,” I answered. “Alex and Norman need a singer for a concert tomorrow night. I’m doing this to help them out. Having something to do doesn’t hurt either.” “That sounds neat,” Jinnai answered. “Can I hear something? Just sing what you have written down.” My face began to heat up, the tips of my ears turning pink. “Why don’t you just come to the concert? You can hear me all you want there.” Jinnai became playfully insistent. “Come on, give me a sneak preview.” I nodded my head. “Okay, but just the first couple of lines.” I took another breath and started. Hey your glass is empty it’s a hell of a long way home why don’t you let me take you it’s no good to go alone I never would have opened up but you seemed so real to me after all the bullshit I’ve heard it’s refreshing not to see I don’t have to pretend she doesn’t expect it from me Don’t tell me I haven’t been good to you don’t tell me I have never been there for you don’t tell me why nothing is good enough “You have a beautiful voice,” Jinnai half-mumbled unsure if he should say it at all. “I’ve been told,” I replied, listening to the loud rushing in my ears. “So, are you coming to the concert tomorrow night?” Jinnai lowered his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t go to those things.” “Why not?” “I just don’t” I closed my eyes, shaking my head. I can’t imagine how long he had to endure being ostracized before convincing himself he didn’t belong anywhere. I could hear in his voice he didn’t want to believe it but no one would give him an outlet to prove otherwise. “Jinnai, can I ask you a favor?” I gathered up the courage to finish my question. “Sure.” “Tell me about your father.” His whole body started shaking so hard at my question I couldn’t tell if he was angry or frightened by it. The dark rat jumped up, overwhelmed by what he should do, feeling as if he were about to snap. Instead he pointed at me, waving his finger. “No one asks about my father!” he hissed. “There is nothing you need to know and I’m not going to let you use it for whatever you are going to do!” “What do you think I’m going to do?” I yelled back both exasperated and confused. “I already have an idea what your father did. I’m still here aren’t I? I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t interested in your side of the story!” Jinnai clenched his fists, trying to control his embarrassed rage. “Who’s to say you won’t start ignoring me like everyone else once I do tell you?” Jinnai replied, stepping back. “Why should you be any different than any other rat here?” “Because I am not a rat.” I answered. “And I’m asking you. If I want to hear exaggerated rumors I’ll ask any of the many rats willing to fill me in. I’m not interested in that though. I want to hear your story. I want to hear why a kind rat like you, one who looks like he couldn’t hurt anyone even if he wanted to is willing to live a punishment belonging solely to his father. Why are you doing this to yourself?” It was too much for Jinnai to bear. He spun away, running back underground. I followed a bit but kept my distance. I called out his name to no avail. He disappeared around a corner. I walked back to my pile of papers, kicking the sheets, sending them scattering. I didn’t know what angered me more. The way he reacted or the fact that the rats had put him through so much abuse. And they called his father cruel. I spent the rest of the time in the quiet recesses of the library, writing down songs with a calm frenzy. Other rats came in and out with a couple attempting coming over to me. Something at the last moment however made them change their minds. I figured it was because I looked busy. I knew better. I radiated anger as I wrote, waiting to roar at anyone who dared come close enough. A shadow passed before me, garnering not one upward glance. I continued to write as the chair scraped the floor, the brave figure sitting opposite me. Jinnai must have sat for five minutes before I allowed him to see any acknowledgement. Slamming my pencil down, I straightened up, leaning back in my chair with a stern stare. I folded my arms tightly across my chest, unsure as to what exactly I was waiting for from him. Jinnai twiddled his thumbs, tightening his lips as he glanced away. His anger was gone replaced now with shame. We sat like that for a few more moments, the time passing until the library emptied save for the librarian who sat at her desk at the reverse end of the room. She scribbled away in her notebook, unaware of us. Feeling secure in the near privacy, Jinnai started to speak. “I was young when it all happened. My mother was the one who told me that my father, Jenner was dead. We didn’t have time to mourn his loss though since we had to leave the rosebush soon after to make our journey to the Valley. I don’t remember crying when it finally dawned on me that he would never return for us. It was just as well, since I never remembered him spending much time with us anyway. My mother cried a lot though. She still does.” My demeanor began to loosen up, my arms unfolding. “I didn’t start learning about what he did until later. I guess everyone felt I should be protected from the truth, being so young. He killed Nicodemus by creating an accident. He almost killed Justin to keep him from moving everyone to Thorn Valley. He almost killed Mrs. Brisby because she possessed the Stone. What child would want to hear their father was capable of such horrendous things?” Jinnai stopped, swallowing hard as he reined in his emotions. “That was the worst of it although he wasn’t the greatest rat to be around in general. He was distant, quiet, always thinking but not thinking, you know what I mean? My mother says he wasn’t always that way, just something happened up here.” Jinnai tapped the side of his head, his fingertip disappearing into the gray fur. “He suffered from migraines that always seemed to start at a scar – it stretched from his temple to the back of his head. I don’t know what happened, his fur always covered it enough to hide it anyway. All my mother says is that he wasn’t always that way. Jinnai traced his head where his father’s scar would have been. He looked detached, not realizing he was doing it. “Concern for my mental well being didn’t last long when my fur color finally came in. I remind people too much of how my father looked. That doesn’t sit well with many. They hated Jenner for what he did. As long as I looked like him, they hated me too.” Tears began to pool but I tried to keep them from falling. Jinnai saw my reaction, his own unease showing. “My mother helped me through most of this.” He looked around at the full shelves. “I must have read every book here at least three times. When I grew old enough to start working nobody wanted me around. My mother had to convince Justin to give me the guard post I have now. Even then it’s a lonely job from late night to morning.” He drummed his fingers on the table. “I don’t know what is it they want me to do. I can shave off all my fur and it still won’t change the fact that Jenner is my father. No matter how helpful or polite I try to be they can’t see beyond that. If it weren’t for my mother I would have left here long ago. But where would I have gone? We’re not typical rats. But what I’m definitely not is my father.” Jinnai stressed the last sentence as if he had to convince me that was true. I wiped my eyes. “I know you’re not your father,” I answered. “Nobody is. But you can’t live your life a recluse because other rats are holding your father against you. They have no right to do that.” Jinnai cringed in his seat. “I’m sorry for yelling at you before,” he added. “When you asked that question I felt set up, like I was only there as a curiosity until you got your answers. He tapped his thumbs together. “No one other than my mother has ever asked me how I feel. The fact that you did… startled me.” “I’m not a typical rat either,” I softly laughed. “No, you’re not,” And he gave me a smile that made my heart skip. I shuffled my papers, raising them to avoid his gaze. “So, you never answered my question before about the concert. Are you going tomorrow night?” “I said I didn’t go to those things.” “Okay, then let me rephrase it. Will you come to the concert with me?” “It would be a privilege,” Jinnai answered without hesitation. I smiled shyly. I swore I heard his heart skip for a change.
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CHAPTER 10: REBORN Story I slept unusually well that night. The large bed was luxurious in its comfort, the thick mattress almost engulfing my form. Sunlight from the window woke me from my slumber with its welcoming warmth. Realizing I couldn’t stay in bed all day much to my disappointment, I sat up rubbing my weary eyes. I looked around the sparsely decorated room, a chair catching my attention. Over the back was a pile of neatly draped clothing, my tank top nowhere to be seen. Walking over to the chair I studied the tunic and shirt. The fabric was coarse woven cotton dyed a deep purple. The separate shirt was soft and folded lightly in my hands. The ensemble was finished off by a black leather belt, which made me curious as to what they used for raw material. At first I thought they belonged to Justin, but the size was too small. Not wanting to take the clothing without making sure they were for me, I opened the door, peeking out into the main living area. The sofa was empty except for blankets neatly folded and tucked to one side. I walked out, not concerned about my nakedness. I was covered in fur. How could I be naked? I guess the rats use clothing more to accommodate their human sensibilities rather than actually needing them. On a side table next to the sofa was a tent-folded piece of paper with my name scribbled on it. I picked it up and started to read. Dear Anna, I apologize for not being available when you finally wake as my leadership duties are always calling me. The clothing left by the bed is yours. I hope you like them. Please feel free to use any of our facilities at your disposal. I look forward to meeting up with you later in the day. Justin How sweet of him, I thought. I get a new body and new clothes. I placed the paper back on the table, returning to the room. The new look was strange as if being turned into a rat wasn’t strange enough. In my new tunic I looked like I had walked out of a cartoon. It would have been funny if it wasn’t really happening. My rumbling stomach reminded me that all I was running on was a bowl of soup and a roll. I had yet to have breakfast. Hmmm, I wonder if that cafeteria is still open? Looking forward to a hearty meal, I walked over to the main door of the room. As I was about to grab the handle, a slight panic stopped me. “Wait a minute,” I spoke out loud to myself. “This is not normal. I don’t know anybody here except Justin and he’s nowhere around. What if these rats are hostile?” I shook my head in disbelief. Why would the rats’ change now that I wasn’t human anymore? The friendly wave given to me last night was proof that their intentions are good. I took a deep breath. It was time to socialize with the masses. I couldn’t let a panic attack convince me of otherwise nor could I afford to become a hermit. I needed these rats more than ever, if not for help, then just for the company. The corridor was empty however the bustle of activity echoed from both ends. Smoothing out my tunic and running my hands through my hair out of nervousness I took the first brave steps. I remembered the direction we took from the cafeteria and reversed them, retracing the steps. I did not want the embarrassment of getting lost my first day here. As the corridor opened into a large hub, I came across my first rats. The cafeteria was a popular place this time of morning. Many were still nursing breakfast drinks and snacks as they went to wherever they were going. I thought I fit in rather well. The minute I appeared though, everyone stopped with all attention on me. From what I could tell, I was the only one with a mop of red hair on their head, the only physical characteristic that pointed I was once human. I felt self-conscious but not threatened which was a good sign. “Good morning,” I said hoping to break the tension. “Good morning,” many of them answered back with wide smiles. I could smell the hot, fragrant food in the air, telling me that I was near my destination. My stomach rumbled, my pace speeding as a result. The dining hall came into view although it was not the empty, quiet place it was several hours ago. The place was jam-packed with rats talking, laughing, eating and all just having a good time before work. I fought the urge to run back to Justin’s room. “Anna, is that you?” I perked up at the sound of my name. A female rat came running over, a slight yet noticeable limp jarring the memory from my head. “Nancy?” “Oh! I can’t believe it’s true!” she squealed, putting her arms around me. “When Justin told everyone that the Stone had turned you into one of us, even I didn’t believe it. I told you it had power.” “You can’t believe it,” I answered, reining the sarcasm as best I could. “I’m still waiting to wake up.” Nancy laughed. “So what are you doing here?” I scratched the back of my head. “I was hoping to get something to eat but I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed.” Nancy took my arm. “Luckily I just got here myself so we can get some food together. I’ll give you the tour while we’re at it.” “Sounds great.” It didn’t take me long to get into the routine of being surrounded by rats, never mind being one of them. It was strange finding myself settling in as well as I was. It concerned though. I had a nagging notion not get too comfortable. I made a conscious effort to make sure that feeling did not disappear. Nancy played goalie as the rumor of a human turned rat spread throughout the colony. Many curious souls came to find out for themselves if it were true. Despite the Stone’s known magic it never manifested since some incident with a mouse named Mrs. Brisby. Not even Justin, their own leader, could make the Stone work. Now I was miracle number two. Needless to say, interest was high. As breakfast waned, so did the fascination with me, not that I minded. The feeling that I was some kind of circus freak was wearing thin. We watched the cafeteria empty out with rats dressed in simple white smocks starting their cleaning routine. Despite their care in cleaning up after themselves there was still a need for a cleaning crew to handle what was missed or left behind. As we got up to leave, a dark figure made his way across the cafeteria, a pile of papers in his hands. He was a bit away from us, still I noticed his sleek elegance. His shining fur was black with light gray points highlighting his hands, feet, and muzzle. A maroon tunic with a cream color shirt, blazed against his dark fur. “Ahem,” Nancy coughed, not needing to clear her throat. “What?” I said, not noticing I had been staring. “Well, I guess you’re not having problems with your new self if you’re already scoping out the males.” “WHAT!” I groaned. “I wasn’t scoping!” I hoped she could not see me blushing through my fur. We made our way to the exit, opposite the direction the black rat had gone. Nancy leaned in closer. “By the way, you do best to avoid him anyway,” she said with all seriousness. My ears perked at the suggestion. “Why?” I asked. Not that I was planning on meeting him but Nancy’s sudden change in tone piqued my curiosity. “That’s Jinnai, one of the guards. A lot of us just avoid him.” “No offense, but that doesn’t tell me anything,” I answered. “All he did was walk across the cafeteria with papers in his hands. I would hardly call that dangerous unless you’re worried about paper cuts.” Nancy sighed, trying to find the words to explain this. “Well, he’s not dangerous as far as I know personally. His father killed our original leader, almost murdered Justin if it wasn’t for Mrs. Brisby and he would have killed her too if given the chance. You must know the saying about the apple not falling far from the tree.” “This guy’s father must have been a psycho. What happened to him?” “He was killed at the hands of a henchman. Justin only made Jinnai a guard because his mother pleaded with him to do so. As far as I know not even Justin trusts him much.” “Because of his father?” “Yes.” I felt sorry for the rat already. No son should bear the weight of his father’s sins, but I didn’t know that for sure either. Maybe he was just as psychotic. Or maybe everyone was just taking their hatred of his father out on him. Either way, with the speed everyone learned about me added with the rumors about avoiding certain people, I found the rats as gossipy as a knitting circle. From the library to food storage, to a concert hall, I was given the grand tour of the entire compound. It was amazing what these rats accomplished in the middle of the wilderness. Nancy proudly gave me a history lesson of every room and hall, explaining the hardships they met the first several months of their stay. At first I hardly recognized Justin as we turned a corner. His face was serious, his body posture rigid. His whole demeanor exuded authority, totally opposite to the relaxed, mischievous rat I remembered. When he turned and saw us coming down the hall, his face changed to the kind savior I remembered. “Anna! Nancy!” he called. “I was afraid I wouldn’t see you until later tonight. So how do you like our home?” I smiled with excitement. “It’s magnificent. I would have never had guessed that all this was here.” “Yes, we are very proud of this place,” Justin answered. “To think it almost didn’t happen but here we are.” The papers in his hands ruffled as he waved them. Turning back into ‘fearless leader’, Justin faced a group of rats exiting the meeting room behind him. He spoke to them briefly, returning the pages back to them. The last rat to get his pages was the black one in the red tunic. “I was just looking over reports from my guards,” Justin explained as he turned back without looking at him. I on the other hand was trying to get a discrete, better look. Jinnai walked off giving a slight backward glance that I happened to catch. Finished with his debriefing, Justin clapped his hands, returning his full attention to us. “Now that’s out of the way, I want to show you something that I’m sure you’ll appreciate.” “I can’t imagine what more you can surprise me with,” I answered. Justin gave me a wide, teasing smile. Following through a maze of corridors, we reached a large storage area. All sorts of grains, nuts, berries, and other foodstuff were neatly piled in open burlap sacks for easy access. Another section housed raw materials like wood and fabric. We passed over to a third section where miscellaneous items like wire and scrap metals were stored. One huge item immediately caught my attention, bringing tears to my eyes. It was my camera.
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Follow-up to the previous art. Daisy is now talking to Minnie about the romantic feelings she seems to be developing for her.
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Henry: A sketch of my friend's two siblings. Posted By: John Herd Sketched By: Henry Peace
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well i just went to the shop for some clothes. i like the female clothes section as they apparently suit me as said by various people. -Kayasho
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Kaze and Ricky Demont looking on at their respective love interests
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It was a late, rainy evening spent huddled up at Flare's place. The husky had invited two of his friends over for the most casual of hangouts, sharing a few drinks and chilling with TV and maybe the odd game. For the sergal, all had went well. While he was quick to drop layers to adapt to the room's warm temperature, he felt right at home and the husky was engaging in some nice, spirited conversation with him. However, the main topic was their mutual friend. He had left a hour prior to fetch some extra drinks, so he said at least, but hadn't given sign of life yet despite being requested to grab an extra dip or chips by phone. It was frustrating and the husky hoped he had not just bailed on them, but it definitely was not like him. That and his car was sitting in the driveway, they swore he'd drive to the store in weather like this. Their friend's life however changed in a flash. What he thought was a one in a million thunder bolts giving him the scare of his life turned far worse as the following droplets bombarded him in an infernal ruckus. His heart seized as he rushed all the way back up the path leading to the entrance door, now a long sprint for his life, no time to consider what had happened as that refreshing evening drizzle became a life threat. Still disoriented, he would look back at the familiar living room he had just left in terror. Furniture towering to the sky, and that floor about as dirty and uninviting as could be as the most subtle traces of grime and dust turned into features he had to avoid. And of course, his friends, physical gods making idle conversation a mere feet from him as he increasingly worried about approaching further. Flare and his sergal friend gave up on seeing their friend that night after a last ring went through. At least they didn't move yet, locked into another conversation about current events. And while their friend was no longer immediately on their mind, he definitely kept them both to mind as he got a last glance of their overwhelming stature. He'd have to work hard to get noticed somehow, or else his fate was clear.
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Welcome to W.A.R., Part 2 Story : I learned very quickly some certain things: First off, I was badly out of shape. Second, I had a lot of respect for even the most basic of wrestlers on the independent circuit. I have never thought that falling on purpose would be so tiring and yet have such a great sense of accomplishment. And let this be a lesson to the young furs out there… That mat, it ain’t soft. It’s hard and it stings every time you fall on it. So for the next six months, I learned to fall, get back up, and fall again. I learned a lot of who I was, just by training. The reptile smiled as they listened to the stories of the past. “What kind of moves did you learn?” “I mostly stuck to technical, slow paced things. I was still new and it was the best way to learn. I did get the choice of my finishers and it was pleasing to know that my two choice stayed with me my entire career. The RKO, which I renamed to the TKO, and the Super Chin Kick.” Thanks so much to ~Anstella for an amazing piece of art!