"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."
"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."
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
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.
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.
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.
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."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"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."
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
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.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Anyone wanna RP with my trans gay bird?
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Blip blep blableeeb*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
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.
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig