Aspen - Seasonal City [Winter Update - Lesser Minks]

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 "Nothin' to worry 'bout, Mr. Fyriél." She moves her paw away. "These just... keep me good n' healthy, is all. Rare condition o' mine. We think it has somethin' to do with my size."

She clears her throat and takes a pet brush out of her purse, running it along her tail. "Just gotta keep my paws busy, y'know?"

"I can never really stop moving ----- you know? It's like there's something out there, something calling, and y-you need to keep going, finally find out just what it is. I've lived all my life in this here town, but haven't ever really stopped exploring it." As he speaks, he runs a paw along his ear, considering something. "Would you like a tour of the town? Forgive me for being presumptuous, but...I've never seen you around here before. Are you from these parts?"

 She stops brushing her tail. "I'm 'fraid not, honey. Never even seen this place a'fore now. I'd love a tour, but if that's your livelihood, I'm afraid I'd have to decline. I'm rather strapped for cash, as the saying goes."

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 "Nothin' to worry 'bout, Mr. Fyriél." She moves her paw away. "These just... keep me good n' healthy, is all. Rare condition o' mine. We think it has somethin' to do with my size."

She clears her throat and takes a pet brush out of her purse, running it along her tail. "Just gotta keep my paws busy, y'know?"

"I can never really stop moving ----- you know? It's like there's something out there, something calling, and y-you need to keep going, finally find out just what it is. I've lived all my life in this here town, but haven't ever really stopped exploring it." As he speaks, he runs a paw along his ear, considering something. "Would you like a tour of the town? Forgive me for being presumptuous, but...I've never seen you around here before. Are you from these parts?"

 She stops brushing her tail. "I'm 'fraid not, honey. Never even seen this place a'fore now. I'd love a tour, but if that's your livelihood, I'm afraid I'd have to decline. I'm rather strapped for cash, as the saying goes."

"Oh, no!" he replies, swishing his two tails. "I'm no guide at all!" He shrugs. "If I'm being completely honest, I don't really have an occupation right now..." His voice trails off for a second, but he recuperates quickly. "Anyway, it'd be completely free of charge. I'd love to show you around."

A slightly small woman wanders around in aspen, her eyes a deep yellow and her feathers a deep white, with many black tipped feathers, some of the feather tips seemingly covered in makeup. Her shoulders have great wings extend from them, strong and wonderful. Her pants are slightly torn, the very bottom baggy, covering the start of her talons. She wears a crop top with a band logo on it, and a leather jacket over that. She carries herself as if she feels she can take up all the space she wants, but worries she might carry up too much.

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A slightly small woman wanders around in aspen, her eyes a deep yellow and her feathers a deep white, with many black tipped feathers, some of the feather tips seemingly covered in makeup. Her shoulders have great wings extend from them, strong and wonderful. Her pants are slightly torn, the very bottom baggy, covering the start of her talons. She wears a crop top with a band logo on it, and a leather jacket over that. She carries herself as if she feels she can take up all the space she wants, but worries she might carry up too much.

 *Anyone wanna RP with my trans gay bird?

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A slightly small woman wanders around in aspen, her eyes a deep yellow and her feathers a deep white, with many black tipped feathers, some of the feather tips seemingly covered in makeup. Her shoulders have great wings extend from them, strong and wonderful. Her pants are slightly torn, the very bottom baggy, covering the start of her talons. She wears a crop top with a band logo on it, and a leather jacket over that. She carries herself as if she feels she can take up all the space she wants, but worries she might carry up too much.

All of a sudden, she hears a comically squeaked “Ouch!” from her feet (claws?). Looking down, it’s not her feet complaining — it’s a tiny rabbit, covered in white-and-brown patches, who rubs his head, having run into her while reading a book.

”Hello…?” he asks, then trails off as he looks up. “Ah! Don’t eat me!” he laughs, then pushes on the spine of the tome, getting himself upright again. “I really love your outfit. Who are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.” His mind seems to go a mile a minute, as he looks like he’s about to break into further chattering.

A fire crackles in the hearth of every home in the city, across all seasons. Everything goes silent and dark for an hour, the only visible or audible thing being the dozens of contained fires, logs snapping, falling, breathing, burning.

A spring and summer went by, the city trapped in a never ending winter, any distinction of which district you were in gone besides architecture. Everything was blanketed with snow, a sterile, slow, frozen-in-time environment. After the hour passes, the light is breathed back into the city. all the snow has melted, the seasons are separated, and it's unmistakably autumn once again-- No changing of the guard, no temporal ceremony, no feast... just... an unpause button, letting the city breathe once again.

While in this nigh year period of lost time, the Minks lost their war against the True Gods. not a complete failure, but... the original hierarchy that was produced at the beginning of time has been reinstated. there are no threats within the circle of True Gods, Greater Minks and Lesser minks, there is no imprisonment, and there is no encroachment on another god's domain.

A stout and broad shouldered feline figure sits at the bar in the Summer Saloon, nursing a double whiskey neat, draconic armor settled on his white fur, war axe clicked into a magical slot on his back