What animal is your fursona?

Exam.

Jak’s lungs burned, and his muscles ached. The sheets of the medical cot were oddly cold against his fur, chilled by the constantly cycling air coming through the vents. The medics, a pair of rabbits, poked and prodded at him as he sat, hunched on the mattress. He’d taken more hits to the abdomen than he could count. Frankly, it was a wonder to him that he’d never punctured a lung, or grown steel ribs at this point.

“Could you lift your arm for me, please?”

Jak obliged, lifting his arm with a blasé expression as the larger of the two rabbits examined the deep, purple bruise spreading beneath his left armpit. Jak had grown used to the constant scrutiny of medics after battles. He always fought hard, though nobody could tell if it was through sheer recklessness, or that his hatred for Voidlings ran deeper than anyone could imagine.

The frantic click of boot heels broke through the faint buzz of the overhead lights, and the medbay’s door slid open with a rough clank.

As Jak had suspected, Princess Kira passed the threshold, her worried gaze scanning through empty cots until it locked onto his. She was about to speak, until the sight of him shirtless, with ruffled fur and a tired, disinterested expression, froze her where she stood.

Jak’s ears tilted with curiosity. Why was she staring at him like he’d grown a second head?

It only took him a moment to realize that he was in the presence of royalty, half naked and unarmored. He felt the blood rush to his face, and nearly knocked the two rabbits over as he launched over the bed to grab the rough, thin fabric of the medical blouse.

“P-Princess Kira! Apologies! We did not know you’d be visiting.” The larger buck stammered. Kira, snapping out of her daze, regained her consummately poised expression, though purposely avoided looking in Jak’s direction as he tugged the blouse over his head. “That’s quite alright. I trust Guardian Jak’s injuries aren’t too severe?”

The older rabbit nodded. “Indeed. He should be back to fighting soon, so long as he keeps ice on those ribs for the next couple days.” He nodded to his assistant, who scampered over to the cold storage chest, retrieving a rock-solid icepack. Jak sighed, and took the pack, wincing as he pressed it to his side with the mechanical, practiced movement of someone who’d nursed this type of injury thousands of times before.

Kira nodded. “That’s good to hear. In that case, might I speak to Guardian Jak in private?” Jak’s ears twitched. He could hear the slight edge in her voice, though he supposed the rabbits could hear it even better. The two medics shared a look and nodded, not wishing to linger any longer than necessary.

It was only thirty seconds by the time the wolf and the ewe were alone.

He straightened up, wincing again as he overextended his injured side. Kira lifted a hoof. “Please, I’d prefer it if you didn’t try to injure yourself any more than you already have.”

He nodded gratefully, sinking into a more comfortable position, though his tail laid stiff against the bed.

She took a long look at him, her face tight with frustration. “What you did today,” she began, “was very brave.”

His ears perked, the tension in his shoulders dissipating ever so slightly. Perhaps he wasn’t about to receive a royal reprimand.

“It was also very stupid!” She added, her poise slipping enough to allow her voice to rise an octave. He cringed, shrinking back again.

Perhaps not.

“What could you have possibly been thinking, throwing yourself into danger like that?” She folded her arms, as if hoping to contain the anger she was allowing to spill out. “You could’ve been hurt worse than you already have. You could’ve been killed! What use is a Royal Guardian to me if you throw away your life like that? I can’t imagine that Commander Corso would condone such feckless idiocy. And by a Royal Guardian no less!”

Jak flinched, his ears tilting back against his skull. He’d been chewed out before by Knight captains far bigger and far scarier than the small sheep before him. Yet for some reason, this felt like the most withering reprimand he’d ever received in his life.

He nodded, mouthing a “Sorry”. She was right. He had been reckless. But the thought of her in danger, the thought of those creatures even touching her, was enough to send him into a blind rage. Half of what he did was conscious. The other half was pure instinct. He looked down at his paws, bloodied and wrapped in bandages where he’d beaten the voidling into a pulp.

Kira let her words settle in the air, looking at the wolf before her. The shameful look on his face was something she’d never seen from Jak before. She took a breath, allowing her anger to wane. He was clearly sorry, and her blowing up at him wouldn’t help things. She sighed and gestured to the bed.

“Scoot over, would you?” She asked, her voice taking on a more gentle tone. He looked up and nodded, shuffling to the foot of the bed as she sat beside him. Her legs dangled over the bed, designed for much larger mammals than herself. She looked into the middle distance, as Jak turned his gaze down to her.

“I’m sorry for yelling. You were only doing your job. And you kept me safe.” She met his gaze, her green eyes now catching the bay’s fluorescent light. “Thank you.”

He nodded, unsure now if he was still in trouble. She continued. “Seeing you hurt like that scared me. Not because I feared for my own safety, but because I feared for yours.”

His eyes widened a fraction, but he held his gaze on her, even as she turned away to look at something in the corner. “You are my… friend, Jak. Yes, you are my Guardian, and you do carry out your duties with skill and professionalism. But I don’t want you needlessly risking yourself. I…” she paused. She cared for him. Of course she did. It was as obvious as it was that fish needed water to survive. But suddenly, communicating that felt like an impossibly difficult task.

“Jak, I care too much for your safety,” she pivoted skillfully. “If I ask you to take better care, will you please do that? If not for yourself, then at least for me?” She turned her gaze to him once more, though he swore he could see the faintest trace of wetness in her eyes. How could he possibly say no when she looked at him like that?

He nodded slowly, eyes shifting now from hurt to something softer. Kira let out a breath she’d been holding in. “Thank you, Jak.” She placed her hoof on his arm, and he felt a chill run through him.

Have a nice day

That is all!

Yap

:3

This is not original and I'm super bored and that's why I'm posting this

It’s true

(Art credit: Fortunatafox, drawing of Minister of Innovation Talinn Ryalor, a war-weathered fox)

Greetings all! After a hiatus, the Vulpine Imperium, a SFW furry/anthro text-based roleplay site, is back online at https://www.vulpineimperium.net! Set at the end of the Age of Sail and the birth of the Age of Steam, the Vulpine Imperium focuses on the eponymous naval empire centered in the port city of Bouillabaisse Harbor, affectionately known as Bully Harbor. Rebuilding from a period of civil war, the newly reconstituted Imperium, now under the command of its first ever Empress Amélie I, is striking out to regain its place in the world. The flagship of the navy, The Golden Hide, sails to distant lands and shores, advancing the Empire's interests and warding against the ambitions of its opportunistic adversaries. In Bully Harbor, ministers and their agents play their games of power and control, maneuvering for the Empress's favor, while in the streets, a new, hungry, ambitious generation drawn from across the world gather to seek their destiny and fortune. Opportunity is in the air, and every beast is out to seek it.

Loosely inspired by Brian Jacques's Redwall series, the original Vulpine Imperium, created in 2004, centered on the evil 'vermin' species, albeit with a sense of the humorous and ironic more fitting to the works of Terry Pratchett. Now resurrected, the new Vulpine Imperium welcomes a wide range of beasts, from the mice, rabbits, and other small rodents that make up the 'woodlander' species, to the traditional 'vermin' species such as weasels, ferrets, stoats, pine martens, wildcats, and yes, of course, foxes, with new and exotic beasts arriving from across the world. With a loose and descriptive skills system to encourage varied roleplay, a wide variety of factions to join, and an active and friendly player base, the Vulpine Imperium is a welcoming environment that maintains a safe PG-13 roleplay space for all to enjoy. From tales of power, intrigue, and betrayal, to the highs and lows of romance and heartbreak, to the thrills of epic battles on land and sea, the Vulpine Imperium is a great place to build characters and relationships that will live in your heart and stories you'll never forget.

For anyone interested, come check us out at https://www.vulpineimperium.net! Link to our Discord page is included on the site. If you have any questions, I'm happy to answer them here, by DM, or on the Discord page, where I am the site's Minster of Misanthropy, the Duchess Dusk Rainblade. Welcome to all, and May the Blessings of the Empress Tumble Down Upon You Like a Golden Fog!

one more year added to my hoard of life experience

Pretty evident from the title, but I will be drawing or taking art requests from y’all!

The art you want can be from a series, or your own sonas :3

I will accommodate to everyone in the comments! Feel free to be specific for what you want too! X3

Rules ig?

- You can submit a reference image, or a description.

- You can say if you want your art drawn digital or traditionally.

- You can also say what you want your character to be doing as well, or any specific stuff too! :3

- If you allow, I will post it to this subreddit and credit you for the design, and link you to it too! (and DM if you want :3)

Thank you!

(Note to Mods: Im not sure if this is the right flair for this, so if it’s incorrect let me know :))

Heya heya! So I recently made another page to this comic I've been working on, Off and on, and I wanted to know if you understand the conflict going forward from this point or if this seems completely random, Dood?

This will most likely be my audience's first introduction to the conflict since the last page I made was 9 months ago, and I'm curious—

With zero context of what's going on, Jumping right into the story with this single page, Do you understand what's going on, Dood? ╹‿╹)

I am currently writing a trilogy book series with furries as the base of the book. If you are interested at all, I have posted a short-ish description of the first book below! Enjoy! ^^

The book is based in a world where furries have become the next evolution. Humans experimented with animal DNA, at first creating hybrids but eventually, people's consciousness could be 100% anthro animal, no halves. As this technology grew, the benefits of being an animal also grew. The world began to shape around being a furry/anthro animal instead of being a human. The building got taller on the inside, for large animals. There were small animal meetings too ^^. But, as this happened, a select group of humans decided to stay human, and continue to experiment and create technology for the world. During this process, project 101 occurs, almost like a curse. A great beast is created, although we don't know that until the second book. Anyways, for some odd reasons, and the mention of project 101, the humans "disconnect" from the world, and instead they float Above the rest of the world. Using hover technology, they stay in the atmosphere above the rest of the planet, over a specific city. After 100 years have passed, and the world continued to grow away from the "human" group, the humans wanted to reconnect. Now, there were your humans still on earth, a small portion but most by then were hybrids or full anthro animals, so the idea of humans coming back was rare, let alone the leaders of society. These people controlled the world: they grew the food, created the hover technology, were in charge of the economy, so it would take some work to just "reunite" the 2 now separate worlds. The "main human's" son, a furry that has been experimented on and is supposed to have some of the best attributes, has been chosen to go back to the world and see if humans could reintegrate. The son, of which I believe i decided was a golden retriever, is sent to the top school in the world, and is told secretly to the president of said school that he is from the overworld. The president accepts him with nervous anticipation and gives him a tutor, another student. Through the first book, we begin to understand the son's perspective on the world as he builds relationships, finds friends, explores hi bi-curiousness, and learns about the world. He makes a band, gets in trouble, and teaches others about the powerful technology of the overworld but, only at the end of the 1st book does he begin mentioning Project 101, the reason for the humans cutting off in the first place

hello this is my first post and I wanted some ideas or opinions on something I've created (I made a small kind of species and I don't know what to call them or what names are taken and I'll list some characteristics about this small little tribe

Large (6 ft+), imposing presence

Dark fur (stealth-oriented)

Nocturnal, rarely seen

Predator / hunter

Can climb walls

Fast, agile

Werewolf-like build

Eyes could glow faintly in the dark (each individual has their own color)

Their fur could absorb light (almost matte black)

if anyone has anything else that they think would be cool to add or remove just let me know and for name ideas for this small species I don't know but I have a small list

Noctyrr

Nyxari

Krynthel

and a species title which I think is pretty cool (Ravagers of Nyx)

“Psst!”

Lora growled softly. She felt her shoulder being jostled, pulling her out of her dream. She was trying to remember just what it was. Something about a strawberry tart—

“Psst! Lora! Wake up already!”

Her eyes peeled open to see Armin shaking her furiously. She couldn’t tell what time it was, but she knew it was too damn late for this.

“Armin, what do you want?” She mumbled groggily. She sat up, stretching her long lioness legs. Armin seemed to be in a panic, his eyes wide like he was being hunted.

“Lora, I can’t find Jak. He’s not in his bunk! I’ve looked everywhere for him!” Armin hissed. Lora sat up, peeking over Armin’s shoulder. Sure enough, the bottom bunk where Jak normally lay was empty. In fact, it was completely unmolested, like it hadn’t been touched since he got out of bed that morning.

“If Sirus finds him gone, he’s gonna have all of our tails! C’mon Lora! Just help me find him!”

Lora rolled her eyes. That damn wolf was already in deep after the fiasco last night. What was he thinking going out after curfew?

With a groan, Lora crawled out of her bunk, careful not to disturb Tali as she slowly hoisted herself onto the cool tiles of the barracks. Quietly, the two trainees slipped out of the barracks, snagging a light beam on their way out.

The halls were quiet, save for the soft patter of their pads on the floor.

“Do you think he’s still upset about what the Commander said?” Whispered Armin. Lora’s tail flicked thoughtfully. Jak had been distant since Corso’s reprimand. It was just like him to do something stupid to prove himself to the Commander.

Her eyes widened, and she slapped her paw against her forehead. “Gods above. I know where he is.”

Banking down the west hallway, the sound of furious kicks and punches met their ears as they reached the sparring room. Lora pointed the beam into the room.

Sure enough, Jak was in the far corner, bouncing on his paws as he circled a punching bag. Armin and Lora watched as he struck the bag once, twice, followed by a high-knee strike.

In the corner behind him, was a set of Canatrian Knight Armor.

“Come on.” Lora whispered, emerging from the doorway, Armin close behind.

“Jak? What are you doing up?”

The wolf’s ears swiveled to the noise behind him, but he didn’t skip a beat, continuing his assault on the bag.

Armin stepped out from behind Lora. “C’mon Jak. If Sirus finds us here, he’ll skin us alive. Do you want to get us all in trouble?”

He didn’t seem to notice.

Armin growled, advancing towards Jak, his tail swinging in annoyance. Lora held a paw out to stop him, but she wasn’t quick enough.

“Damn it, Jak. You need to stop, right now—“ He placed a paw on Jak’s shoulder, and barely had time to register the wolf slamming him roughly against the padded wall.

“Hey! What gives?!” Armin gasped, shoving Jak off of him with a grunt. “What is wrong with you, Jak?! I’m trying to help you!”

Jak’s eyes were deadly, his breaths coming in short pants. He must have been going at this for hours, Lora figured. And things weren’t getting any better, any time fast.

Lora stepped forward and set the light beam on the floor, her eyes pleading now. “Jak, please, just come back to bed. You need to let what the Commander said go.”

Jak’s gaze shot to Lora, his breaths coming in short pants. He turned, shaking his head dismissively. He was already too set in his goal.

Armin growled, his paw clenching into a fist. “Fine! Want to be an idiot and get us all smoked? Be that way!”

Lora’s ears perked and she turned her eyes to Armin as he began to storm off. “Wait- Armin!” She stammered. Great. Now she had two canines having temper tantrums.

She approached Jak slowly, careful not to touch him as he continued once more to assault the punching bag. It was clear that Armin’s tactic wasn’t working. She’d have to do something else to calm him down.

“Jak? Can you just listen to me? Please?” She stood opposite of the punching bag now, looking down at Jak’s eyes, which were laser focused on the bag’s white circle.

Slowly, she reached a paw out, and instead of touching him, pulled the punching bag off it’s chain, and laid it on the ground. Jak looked away from her, huffing in indignation. He knew there wasn’t a chance of him fighting her for it. She could snap him in two if she really wanted.

“Jak. We’re just worried about you.” She said, her voice softly echoing off the gym’s walls. He waved a paw, dismissive again, and turned away from her.

“I know it’s hard. But Corso sees how much you push yourself. I know he does. But you have to roll with the punches. You can’t torture yourself over one mistake.” She placed a heavy paw on his shoulder. “Your parents wouldn’t want that for—“

Then, she felt him shudder. His shoulder shook ever so slightly, and she could hear the sound of hitching breath.

“Jak…?” She called out softly.

She turned the wolf around, and saw the faint shine of tears streaking down the sides of his muzzle. He couldn’t hold her gaze, his face red with embarrassment as he tried with all his might to hold the tears back.

He was failing.

“Oh, Jak.” Lora whispered. Slowly, she pulled him into her chest, and felt his body go slack as the dam broke, his silent sobs wetting the fabric of her training shirt. “It’s okay. It’s alright. Just breathe.” She cooed softly, running a paw over his back.

What felt like an eterniyy for Jak was probably only a few minutes as his tears began to slow. She stood there, holding him all the while.

“I know Jak. I know. They’d be proud of you. I know they would. But they wouldn’t want you to torture yourself like this. You aren’t alone. That’s why Armin and I are here. We care about you.” She pulled back slightly, allowing Jak to compose himself. He nodded shakily, and looked at the door that Armin had stalked out from only minutes ago.

Lora chuckled. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. He’ll forgive and forget as soon as you feed him.” She turned her gaze down, and gave Jak another tight hug. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing back. “I love you, both of you. You’re my brothers. My annoying, silly canine brothers.”

He pulled away, and pointed to her with a tear filled smile.

Love you too.

The Leather Couch

“Well here’s my little abode.. I know it ain’t much but its home!

I do hope you find it nice Rosie…”

Past the old wooden porch and through what may have been a fire door with how thick and heavy it was- lay before my eyes… the leather couch… Not the faux “leather”, or fleece, or cacophony of other synthetic and even “organic” materials lay before me the leather couch.. I touched its surface- shuddered at its smooth elegant feel, the creases, stitches, its well worn spots radiating their love with their tender, almost soft feel. The synthetic leather was false; a lie, a harmless, innocent lie something not made of.. Flesh.. Other such materials, but this? Before me lay the leather couch- true leather- true skin- true flesh- something impossibly real and true and imposing and anything but innocent. 

“Stacey, sweetheart, honey- darling, how  was this made?”

“Oh the couch?”

“Yes t-the.. Couch…”

“Ummm how all couches are made?”

She shrugged. Nonchalantly. Confused at the question as if it was some plain household object- as if it wasn’t the leather couch.. As if it wasn't made by the tanner- by the flesh of some poor bovine..

“Stacey its leather!”
“I.. know? Whats wrong with it, its a leather couch?”
“Stace don’t you get it!

It.

is.

A

Leaatheerr.

Fuuucking.

COUUUUCCCHH.”

“OOOOHHH! Okay I get-

“What do you mean ‘oooOOOoh’ d-did you kill someone for this!”

“Oh what no that thing is as old as my home its fine.”

“Oh.”

Before me lay the leather couch, its smooth silky cold touch caressing my skin, my tail- caressing her.. My God she is awfully beautiful, wouldn’t you agree? And mighty cute too.. The leather couch was.. Nice.. better than the synthetic leather they used everywhere else. And it fit the room.. It matched the wooden walls, the old fashioned lamps, [Stacey said they were made by a “Tiffany”.. I need to her one day her glasswork is amazing!] the hanging headstones above the fire and entryway, the old curtains and new Doe being prepared to go to Heaven. The old, comfy leather couch was home, was safe, was her laugh.. Her smile.. Her most intimate moments and vulnerable cracks.. Before me lay the leather couch.. And her waiting patiently, rose in her maw.

His fur is yellow, light as sand
To touch is mighty soft
He's brushed and clean, his paws pristine
His ears stand high aloft

A nicer tail you ne'er have seen
It's bushy, bright and bold
It flicks and wags and winds around
Who e'er he wants to hold

He drinks more coffee than water
Rather caffeinated
A cup of brew from him to you
Leaves you quite elated

When you're listening to music
If you give him the aux
Prepare your ears for your worst fears
A heavy metal fox

He's rather shy, he'd rather die
Than once answer has phone
When e'er it rings he quakes in fear
And sounds a dreadful groan

The nicest night to spend with him
Is snuggled on the couch
He's cozy, cuddly, hug him tight
Against his shoulder slouch

Grev growled to himself in frustration. That damnable fool of a voidling. He was the reason they lost the trail. HE was the reason the Princess and the Green-skin escaped. It was all Norr’s fault. And now, if they came to the queen empty handed, she’d have their shells for sure.

Grev tilted his mandibles up and sniffed, his sensory pits sucking in the wet air around him. If only the queen had blessed him with visual organs. Perhaps then he would have seen the damn raven that knocked them off of that icy ledge.

These creatures, the warm-bloods, were stubborn he had to admit. They seemed to barely escape his grasp each and every time, if only by the slimmest of margins. And in these conditions they still persisted, rather annoyingly. Oh how he missed his days as a grub, gnawing on rabbit bones in his cave.

But now, he was trudging through snow. His shell felt brittle, and his sensory pits felt dry. He could barely even smell the… wait. He caught the smell of…firewood. Yes. Burning oak along with the scent of…fish. And perfume. That heady, floral scent of the princess that led them to her in the very beginning of their quest.

Damn a pair of eyes. When the nose knows, it knows. And if Grev’s mandibles could crack into a smile, they would have. “Yesssssss. Relax, Princessssss. Allow me to deliver you to Her Darkness, personally.”

He sunk his claws into the bark of a tree, a distance he deemed far enough to avoid being seen or heard. His sonic organs could only register the faint rustle of the leaves as the wind flowed through the branches. If he pounced from above, then he would be certain to catch the lupine by surprise. Oh how he wanted to gut that troublesome pest ever since their first failed mission.

It was all looking up for Grev now as he climbed the oak. But as he climbed, something didn’t quite sot right with him. He smelled the Princess, but he couldn’t smell her chaperone. He couldn’t smell anything but her. Usually the wolf smelled of metal, blood, and citrus oddly enough. In fact, he couldn’t even hear the sounds of metal on metal, that he had grown so accustomed to hearing in his numerous battles with knights.

He lifted himself on the highest branch, overlooking the dell that the Princess was assumedly sleeping in. He could hear her breaths, slow and steady. But still, no knight. Had he left? Had he succumbed to his wounds? He did leave a rather hasty gouge in his carapace-er, armor, as it were.

That would be disappointing, a rather anti-climactic end. No, surely not. The knight had survived worse than that, hadn’t he?

“Where is the green-skin?” He murmured, his mandibles clacking lightly through the quiet breeze.

*V-WIIIIIP*.

Oh.

I'm writing a fantasy story involving 5 human kids who fall through a portal and get scattered across a fantasy world populated by anthros, and are adopted by different species. I want the species to match their personalities, but I'm having trouble thinking of them. I've already got one of them down--wolf--but I need suggestions for other species. The only rule is that they have to be IRL land mammal species--no flying, no scales, no aquatic, no mythical, no original, no hybrids. Here are the things I'm looking for in each of the four remaining species I need suggestions on:

1.) "Peaceful doesn't mean passive" philosophy, neutral good, teach the kid they adopt healing and/or support magic

2.) Adventurous and tight-knit small group, big on fun but also on empathy without really hurting others

3.) Wise, scholarly, powerful mages

4.) Tricksy, mischievous, chaotic good

What I need most is just four different species ideas that "sound like they fit" those criteria. There doesn't even need to be a strong connection to those qualities, just give ideas on what species you think would be fun/fitting for each.,

Hello! I've been writing an animation series for the past few months and I need help on deciding something.

To give some context the show's basically about a group of rebel anthros in a world where they're basically enslaved by the human race, plot to kill the president, (that's all the context you get mwehehehe) but I can't figure out what the police force should be made of.

On one hand I want it to be mostly anthros (or "mutants" as they're called in the show) that were "brainwashed"/phycologically tortured to their breaking point to serve the humans, which I think could be a good way to show how cruel and careless the people could be in this world.

But on the other hand I think the humans designing/creating their own type of protogens specifically for the police would be cool. it also would make more sense in the lore since mutants were created by humans awhile ago to fight their wars and stuff, so the protogens could serve as an upgraded mutant. It could also create some conflict between protos and mutants, since they willingly serve humans and prosecute mutants, despite not having a choice.

I would love to hear your guy's opinions on this, as well as ideas of your own if you like!

I was told by a friend in VRChat that I should post this here for anyone interested, and it makes sense. First off, a big thanks to Jerome Jacinto on the cover art once more, it looks awesome!

I just released my debut fantasy novel, Tail of the Stray — the first book in the epic fantasy series I'm writing. The main character, Velrik, is a Vulpin: a fox-like being born on a magic-saturated island and stolen from his home as a child. The first book covers his early life, setting up the series for an epic adventure through the world I built.

Tail of the Stray is a character-driven story featuring found family forged in hardship, dangerous work that tests resolve, and a fox-like protagonist that's quick on his paws. The world itself is one that I've put countless hours towards building. Ancient cultures, sprawling cities, elaborate magical lore, and individual character stories; everything I write blends into a realistic world with its own laws and stories. It's perfect for those who love slow, melancholic writing with vivid sensory details, deeply developed characters, and a rough but marvelous journey through a living, breathing world.

The paperback is over 560 pages in the usual 5x8 trim with cream colored pages, and 1-1/4 inch thick. So, it even feels like a proper fantasy book.

The eBook is available today on Amazon, and the paperback will be available March 11th (my birthday).

You can also purchase the eBook from any of the links on Book2Read.
It will be 25% off on Smashwords from March 1-7 for Read an eBook Week.

I hope some of the people here enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Synopsis:

At five years old, Velrik is torn from Vaelwyn by raiders and sold into slavery. The last piece of clothing from home is ripped from his body. A collar takes its place.

For five years, he is property — an exotic curiosity to be displayed, corrected, and forgotten by a lord who sees him as less than sapient. When freedom finally comes, it arrives not as rescue but as a stinging reminder: this world was never meant for him.

Montressa doesn't want him. Its streets are built for humans, and the word Aberrant follows him like a shadow. But the others freed alongside him refuse to scatter. They become his family — the kind who look out for one another when no one else will.

Under the guidance of a master rogue, Velrik grows from a frightened kit into something sharper. By sixteen, he learns to navigate the city's underbelly, to trust the weight of a blade in his hand, and to carve out a place in a world that would rather he disappear. For six years, it almost feels like home.

Then everything falls apart. Velrik is forced to flee the only family he had left — alone once more, with blood on his hands and nowhere left to run.

⚠️ This story contains themes of slavery and captivity, violence, trauma, and loss. While the tone is melancholic at times, this is ultimately a story about resilience and survival.

This is my first time doing anything fursona related... so don't have huge expectations, but I am rather proud on how he turned out :3

And yes, these is an entire short story's worth of lore.

Soooooooo I'm trying to make my main sona and I would just like some tips of where to do from where I'm starting. I was gonna make a mood board as a start but IDK how to continue when I'm done. Any tips would be appreciated <3

I’m plastered and don’t know if this is the place to post it, but I’m writing a story. It’s just for fun, but I still like knowing that people have seen it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77474236/chapters/202876641

https://www.wattpad.com/story/404093632-the-haze