The season of autumn has come and gone, and with the changing of the seasons comes the changing of the guard.
Before the Temporal Ceremony, there was a glorious feast held in the Autumn Palace, all four Minks in attendance. All citizens of Aspen were invited, the dining hall a wondrous, mirthful place-- which happens only on the Autumn Solstice Feast.
After each attendee ate their fill, the Temporal Ceremony began, a simple ritual.
Yuki and Omi stood before the creatures attending the feast in elegant clothing. Omi, at the time, was the keeper of the Flame, which burned a bright orange.
He passed the torch over to Yuki, who took it gingerly in her paws. The flames sputtered and began to burn a cool, icy blue.
This was the beginning of winter, and all those who follow the Minks were temporary blind. Their eyes turned from an orange to the icy blue of the Flame.
The palace groaned... Everything but one seemed to be right. Nobody questioned the disturbance. But something was released.
Ryze floats above the assembled. He silently works his magic, attempting to find the disturbance.
Nobody notices a white light, out of place, sneak its way from Erlok's lantern and into the Flame.
Neeko is here and looks like she doesn't want to be.
No one...except for one wily fox. As Neeko walks out, she hears a voice from behind her. "Ah, Neeko! I'd been hoping to see you here." Fyrè approaches, smiling broadly and dressed in a shiny yellow dapper suit. "How are you?"
"Neeko is cold." Neeko replies, shivering to make her point.
"Would you like my coat?" Fyrè asks, holding out the yellow...thing.
Neeko examines it thoroughly. "Yellow is not Neeko's colour. And surely you would be making yourself cold, giving Neeko your coat?"
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
The season of autumn has come and gone, and with the changing of the seasons comes the changing of the guard.
Before the Temporal Ceremony, there was a glorious feast held in the Autumn Palace, all four Minks in attendance. All citizens of Aspen were invited, the dining hall a wondrous, mirthful place-- which happens only on the Autumn Solstice Feast.
After each attendee ate their fill, the Temporal Ceremony began, a simple ritual.
Yuki and Omi stood before the creatures attending the feast in elegant clothing. Omi, at the time, was the keeper of the Flame, which burned a bright orange.
He passed the torch over to Yuki, who took it gingerly in her paws. The flames sputtered and began to burn a cool, icy blue.
This was the beginning of winter, and all those who follow the Minks were temporary blind. Their eyes turned from an orange to the icy blue of the Flame.
The palace groaned... Everything but one seemed to be right. Nobody questioned the disturbance. But something was released.
Ryze floats above the assembled. He silently works his magic, attempting to find the disturbance.
Nobody notices a white light, out of place, sneak its way from Erlok's lantern and into the Flame.
Neeko is here and looks like she doesn't want to be.
No one...except for one wily fox. As Neeko walks out, she hears a voice from behind her. "Ah, Neeko! I'd been hoping to see you here." Fyrè approaches, smiling broadly and dressed in a shiny yellow dapper suit. "How are you?"
"Neeko is cold." Neeko replies, shivering to make her point.
"Would you like my coat?" Fyrè asks, holding out the yellow...thing.
Neeko examines it thoroughly. "Yellow is not Neeko's colour. And surely you would be making yourself cold, giving Neeko your coat?"
"No, I'm all alright. Truly. I have my shirt underneath, and fur is warming as well. But, if you don't want it, I won't press." He looks around. "Did you feel that...feeling? Earlier, when the torch was passed?"
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wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
The outer reliquary doors open in the lower level of the Winter Palace, a strong gust of wind carrying papers out and scattering them around the entirety of the city. Each and every single one is a letter or document, paw-written by and signed by Cyvus Thornweaver. None of the papers seem out of the ordinary--Accounts from years prior; Scraps from ledgers; Inventory reports of weapons and parishables.
Except... One of them is dated from four days ago, the date of the Changing of the Gaurd.
Something is not adding up.
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her) I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me :[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
The outer reliquary doors open in the lower level of the Winter Palace, a strong gust of wind carrying papers out and scattering them around the entirety of the city. Each and every single one is a letter or document, paw-written by and signed by Cyvus Thornweaver. None of the papers seem out of the ordinary--Accounts from years prior; Scraps from ledgers; Inventory reports of weapons and parishables.
Except... One of them is dated from four days ago, the date of the Changing of the Gaurd.
Something is not adding up.
*Time to introduce someone new!*
As soon as the reliquary doors slam open, Davyd is on the job. His lumbering figure races towards the doors, hoping to prevent the papers from getting out --- but he trips, banging his snout on the floor. Slowly getting back up, he extends a paw, snatching a paper from the air. "Cyvus's papers. Hm." He looks out the window, watching the bright scraps of paper blow across the night sky. Something is out of the ordinary, and he must. Find. What.
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wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
The outer reliquary doors open in the lower level of the Winter Palace, a strong gust of wind carrying papers out and scattering them around the entirety of the city. Each and every single one is a letter or document, paw-written by and signed by Cyvus Thornweaver. None of the papers seem out of the ordinary--Accounts from years prior; Scraps from ledgers; Inventory reports of weapons and parishables.
Except... One of them is dated from four days ago, the date of the Changing of the Gaurd.
Something is not adding up.
*Time to introduce someone new!*
As soon as the reliquary doors slam open, Davyd is on the job. His lumbering figure races towards the doors, hoping to prevent the papers from getting out --- but he trips, banging his snout on the floor. Slowly getting back up, he extends a paw, snatching a paper from the air. "Cyvus's papers. Hm." He looks out the window, watching the bright scraps of paper blow across the night sky. Something is out of the ordinary, and he must. Find. What.
A soft grumble comes from a tall man's throat. He is cloaked in finely woven blue cloth and stands about 6'5 and very broad in stature. He reaches a paw out to snatch the paper from Davyd, easily, due to his strength. "Excuse me. That's not meant for you. I wrote it for my sister."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The outer reliquary doors open in the lower level of the Winter Palace, a strong gust of wind carrying papers out and scattering them around the entirety of the city. Each and every single one is a letter or document, paw-written by and signed by Cyvus Thornweaver. None of the papers seem out of the ordinary--Accounts from years prior; Scraps from ledgers; Inventory reports of weapons and parishables.
Except... One of them is dated from four days ago, the date of the Changing of the Gaurd.
Something is not adding up.
*Time to introduce someone new!*
As soon as the reliquary doors slam open, Davyd is on the job. His lumbering figure races towards the doors, hoping to prevent the papers from getting out --- but he trips, banging his snout on the floor. Slowly getting back up, he extends a paw, snatching a paper from the air. "Cyvus's papers. Hm." He looks out the window, watching the bright scraps of paper blow across the night sky. Something is out of the ordinary, and he must. Find. What.
A soft grumble comes from a tall man's throat. He is cloaked in finely woven blue cloth and stands about 6'5 and very broad in stature. He reaches a paw out to snatch the paper from Davyd, easily, due to his strength. "Excuse me. That's not meant for you. I wrote it for my sister."
"O-oh! I'm...sorry." It's funny to see a 6'3 polar bear squeak, but this is what he does here. "How did it get out?"
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wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
The outer reliquary doors open in the lower level of the Winter Palace, a strong gust of wind carrying papers out and scattering them around the entirety of the city. Each and every single one is a letter or document, paw-written by and signed by Cyvus Thornweaver. None of the papers seem out of the ordinary--Accounts from years prior; Scraps from ledgers; Inventory reports of weapons and parishables.
Except... One of them is dated from four days ago, the date of the Changing of the Gaurd.
Something is not adding up.
*Time to introduce someone new!*
As soon as the reliquary doors slam open, Davyd is on the job. His lumbering figure races towards the doors, hoping to prevent the papers from getting out --- but he trips, banging his snout on the floor. Slowly getting back up, he extends a paw, snatching a paper from the air. "Cyvus's papers. Hm." He looks out the window, watching the bright scraps of paper blow across the night sky. Something is out of the ordinary, and he must. Find. What.
A soft grumble comes from a tall man's throat. He is cloaked in finely woven blue cloth and stands about 6'5 and very broad in stature. He reaches a paw out to snatch the paper from Davyd, easily, due to his strength. "Excuse me. That's not meant for you. I wrote it for my sister."
"O-oh! I'm...sorry." It's funny to see a 6'3 polar bear squeak, but this is what he does here. "How did it get out?"
"I woke up. Very big yawn. And a sneeze." He chuckles, folding the letter before extending his paw. "Cyvus. A pleasure."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The outer reliquary doors open in the lower level of the Winter Palace, a strong gust of wind carrying papers out and scattering them around the entirety of the city. Each and every single one is a letter or document, paw-written by and signed by Cyvus Thornweaver. None of the papers seem out of the ordinary--Accounts from years prior; Scraps from ledgers; Inventory reports of weapons and parishables.
Except... One of them is dated from four days ago, the date of the Changing of the Gaurd.
Something is not adding up.
*Time to introduce someone new!*
As soon as the reliquary doors slam open, Davyd is on the job. His lumbering figure races towards the doors, hoping to prevent the papers from getting out --- but he trips, banging his snout on the floor. Slowly getting back up, he extends a paw, snatching a paper from the air. "Cyvus's papers. Hm." He looks out the window, watching the bright scraps of paper blow across the night sky. Something is out of the ordinary, and he must. Find. What.
A soft grumble comes from a tall man's throat. He is cloaked in finely woven blue cloth and stands about 6'5 and very broad in stature. He reaches a paw out to snatch the paper from Davyd, easily, due to his strength. "Excuse me. That's not meant for you. I wrote it for my sister."
"O-oh! I'm...sorry." It's funny to see a 6'3 polar bear squeak, but this is what he does here. "How did it get out?"
"I woke up. Very big yawn. And a sneeze." He chuckles, folding the letter before extending his paw. "Cyvus. A pleasure."
"And a pleasure a-as well! I'm Davyd." Davyd clasps Cyvus's paw, shaking it vigorously. "It's very nice to put a face to the name, sir!"
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wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
The outer reliquary doors open in the lower level of the Winter Palace, a strong gust of wind carrying papers out and scattering them around the entirety of the city. Each and every single one is a letter or document, paw-written by and signed by Cyvus Thornweaver. None of the papers seem out of the ordinary--Accounts from years prior; Scraps from ledgers; Inventory reports of weapons and parishables.
Except... One of them is dated from four days ago, the date of the Changing of the Gaurd.
Something is not adding up.
*Time to introduce someone new!*
As soon as the reliquary doors slam open, Davyd is on the job. His lumbering figure races towards the doors, hoping to prevent the papers from getting out --- but he trips, banging his snout on the floor. Slowly getting back up, he extends a paw, snatching a paper from the air. "Cyvus's papers. Hm." He looks out the window, watching the bright scraps of paper blow across the night sky. Something is out of the ordinary, and he must. Find. What.
A soft grumble comes from a tall man's throat. He is cloaked in finely woven blue cloth and stands about 6'5 and very broad in stature. He reaches a paw out to snatch the paper from Davyd, easily, due to his strength. "Excuse me. That's not meant for you. I wrote it for my sister."
"O-oh! I'm...sorry." It's funny to see a 6'3 polar bear squeak, but this is what he does here. "How did it get out?"
"I woke up. Very big yawn. And a sneeze." He chuckles, folding the letter before extending his paw. "Cyvus. A pleasure."
"And a pleasure a-as well! I'm Davyd." Davyd clasps Cyvus's paw, shaking it vigorously. "It's very nice to put a face to the name, sir!"
"Please, no need for all the extravagance. I'm just like you. In some ways." he laughs heartily and clasps Davyd on the back. "So, how long has it been? 10 years or so?"
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The outer reliquary doors open in the lower level of the Winter Palace, a strong gust of wind carrying papers out and scattering them around the entirety of the city. Each and every single one is a letter or document, paw-written by and signed by Cyvus Thornweaver. None of the papers seem out of the ordinary--Accounts from years prior; Scraps from ledgers; Inventory reports of weapons and parishables.
Except... One of them is dated from four days ago, the date of the Changing of the Gaurd.
Something is not adding up.
*Time to introduce someone new!*
As soon as the reliquary doors slam open, Davyd is on the job. His lumbering figure races towards the doors, hoping to prevent the papers from getting out --- but he trips, banging his snout on the floor. Slowly getting back up, he extends a paw, snatching a paper from the air. "Cyvus's papers. Hm." He looks out the window, watching the bright scraps of paper blow across the night sky. Something is out of the ordinary, and he must. Find. What.
A soft grumble comes from a tall man's throat. He is cloaked in finely woven blue cloth and stands about 6'5 and very broad in stature. He reaches a paw out to snatch the paper from Davyd, easily, due to his strength. "Excuse me. That's not meant for you. I wrote it for my sister."
"O-oh! I'm...sorry." It's funny to see a 6'3 polar bear squeak, but this is what he does here. "How did it get out?"
"I woke up. Very big yawn. And a sneeze." He chuckles, folding the letter before extending his paw. "Cyvus. A pleasure."
"And a pleasure a-as well! I'm Davyd." Davyd clasps Cyvus's paw, shaking it vigorously. "It's very nice to put a face to the name, sir!"
"Please, no need for all the extravagance. I'm just like you. In some ways." he laughs heartily and clasps Davyd on the back. "So, how long has it been? 10 years or so?"
"Since...?"
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wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Well, sir..." Davyd coughs, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news. "No. It's been a little longer than that. As a matter of fact, it's been..." and here, his voice grows quieter, "...two hundred years?"
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wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
"Well, sir..." Davyd coughs, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news. "No. It's been a little longer than that. As a matter of fact, it's been..." and here, his voice grows quieter, "...two hundred years?"
"Gracious... Well, no matter... Well, that makes me... four hundred, I suppose." he laughs heartily, paw on his own chest. "So. You're a strapping young lad. Winter aligned, clearly. Tell me. What's life like here now-a-days?"
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Well, sir..." Davyd coughs, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news. "No. It's been a little longer than that. As a matter of fact, it's been..." and here, his voice grows quieter, "...two hundred years?"
"Gracious... Well, no matter... Well, that makes me... four hundred, I suppose." he laughs heartily, paw on his own chest. "So. You're a strapping young lad. Winter aligned, clearly. Tell me. What's life like here now-a-days?"
"Peaceful." Davyd's eyes gleam as he begins to think. "The streets are beautiful, and it's just turned to winter. You should come and see!" he says, then looking sheepish and working his face back to a neutral look. "But, sir --- what were you doing there for two hundred years?"
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wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
"Well, sir..." Davyd coughs, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news. "No. It's been a little longer than that. As a matter of fact, it's been..." and here, his voice grows quieter, "...two hundred years?"
"Gracious... Well, no matter... Well, that makes me... four hundred, I suppose." he laughs heartily, paw on his own chest. "So. You're a strapping young lad. Winter aligned, clearly. Tell me. What's life like here now-a-days?"
"Peaceful." Davyd's eyes gleam as he begins to think. "The streets are beautiful, and it's just turned to winter. You should come and see!" he says, then looking sheepish and working his face back to a neutral look. "But, sir --- what were you doing there for two hundred years?"
"I suppose I took too long of a cat-nap. You know how we are." He takes a deep breath in and looks around. "The age of my sister, hmm? Good.... I've always preferred Winter."
*UHHH I need to give you a desc of Cyvus. He's about 6'3", a graceful tiger with age in his face. His left eye is gray and non-working, and there's a vertical scar over it. His fur is white and grey, very well groomed, there's a notch out of his right ear and he bears graceful draconic armor-- silver with golden edges*
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
With the changing of the seasons, a boundary has been broken-- A border, destroyed. Something didn't go exactly right, and now, along with winter, a new age has been ushered in Since the beginning of time, it's been widely understood that the term 'Mink' was to be used for the Gods of Weather only. While this is true, there are also Lesser Minks-- Gods, yes, animalistic, yes, but aligning with them give no additional benefits except a little bit of favor in your Endeavours, depending on the domain of the Lesser Mink you choose.
The True Gods of this world, who are the only things above the Higher Minks themselves, did not want the Lesser Minks to run rampant.
But seldom is it that what you desire becomes reality.
The Lesser Minks are coming, and while none of them bear ill intentions... Intent is never all that matters.
Sitting in the Winter Cafe, curled up on the large rug in front of the fireplace, is a large feline man. Standing up, he would most likely be 12 feet tall, and he's got the chub to be a very comfortable mattress. He's somehow managed to procure a hoodie and sweatpants that fit him
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
With the changing of the seasons, a boundary has been broken-- A border, destroyed. Something didn't go exactly right, and now, along with winter, a new age has been ushered in Since the beginning of time, it's been widely understood that the term 'Mink' was to be used for the Gods of Weather only. While this is true, there are also Lesser Minks-- Gods, yes, animalistic, yes, but aligning with them give no additional benefits except a little bit of favor in your Endeavours, depending on the domain of the Lesser Mink you choose.
The True Gods of this world, who are the only things above the Higher Minks themselves, did not want the Lesser Minks to run rampant.
But seldom is it that what you desire becomes reality.
The Lesser Minks are coming, and while none of them bear ill intentions... Intent is never all that matters.
Sitting in the Winter Cafe, curled up on the large rug in front of the fireplace, is a large feline man. Standing up, he would most likely be 12 feet tall, and he's got the chub to be a very comfortable mattress. He's somehow managed to procure a hoodie and sweatpants that fit him
Ryze walks in and stands over him, a few other people dressed similarly to him coming in behind. "Here's the first one..." He says with a sigh. "Something tells me that there's going to much change coming soon."
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"Well, sir..." Davyd coughs, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news. "No. It's been a little longer than that. As a matter of fact, it's been..." and here, his voice grows quieter, "...two hundred years?"
"Gracious... Well, no matter... Well, that makes me... four hundred, I suppose." he laughs heartily, paw on his own chest. "So. You're a strapping young lad. Winter aligned, clearly. Tell me. What's life like here now-a-days?"
"Peaceful." Davyd's eyes gleam as he begins to think. "The streets are beautiful, and it's just turned to winter. You should come and see!" he says, then looking sheepish and working his face back to a neutral look. "But, sir --- what were you doing there for two hundred years?"
"I suppose I took too long of a cat-nap. You know how we are." He takes a deep breath in and looks around. "The age of my sister, hmm? Good.... I've always preferred Winter."
*UHHH I need to give you a desc of Cyvus. He's about 6'3", a graceful tiger with age in his face. His left eye is gray and non-working, and there's a vertical scar over it. His fur is white and grey, very well groomed, there's a notch out of his right ear and he bears graceful draconic armor-- silver with golden edges*
*Alright*
"Would you like to go and look around town, sir?"
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wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
Neeko examines it thoroughly. "Yellow is not Neeko's colour. And surely you would be making yourself cold, giving Neeko your coat?"
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"No, I'm all alright. Truly. I have my shirt underneath, and fur is warming as well. But, if you don't want it, I won't press." He looks around. "Did you feel that...feeling? Earlier, when the torch was passed?"
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
The outer reliquary doors open in the lower level of the Winter Palace, a strong gust of wind carrying papers out and scattering them around the entirety of the city.
Each and every single one is a letter or document, paw-written by and signed by Cyvus Thornweaver. None of the papers seem out of the ordinary--Accounts from years prior; Scraps from ledgers; Inventory reports of weapons and parishables.
Except... One of them is dated from four days ago, the date of the Changing of the Gaurd.
Something is not adding up.
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*MY CHILD IS HERE, LLETS GOOOODODDDDDDD*
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her)
I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual
but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me
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I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
*Time to introduce someone new!*
As soon as the reliquary doors slam open, Davyd is on the job. His lumbering figure races towards the doors, hoping to prevent the papers from getting out --- but he trips, banging his snout on the floor. Slowly getting back up, he extends a paw, snatching a paper from the air. "Cyvus's papers. Hm." He looks out the window, watching the bright scraps of paper blow across the night sky. Something is out of the ordinary, and he must. Find. What.
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
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you all are the best people I know — thank you
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A soft grumble comes from a tall man's throat. He is cloaked in finely woven blue cloth and stands about 6'5 and very broad in stature.
He reaches a paw out to snatch the paper from Davyd, easily, due to his strength. "Excuse me. That's not meant for you. I wrote it for my sister."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"O-oh! I'm...sorry." It's funny to see a 6'3 polar bear squeak, but this is what he does here. "How did it get out?"
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
"I woke up. Very big yawn. And a sneeze." He chuckles, folding the letter before extending his paw. "Cyvus. A pleasure."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"And a pleasure a-as well! I'm Davyd." Davyd clasps Cyvus's paw, shaking it vigorously. "It's very nice to put a face to the name, sir!"
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
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"Please, no need for all the extravagance. I'm just like you. In some ways." he laughs heartily and clasps Davyd on the back. "So, how long has it been? 10 years or so?"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Since...?"
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
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"Since we liberated this land."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Well, sir..." Davyd coughs, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news. "No. It's been a little longer than that. As a matter of fact, it's been..." and here, his voice grows quieter, "...two hundred years?"
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
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"Gracious... Well, no matter... Well, that makes me... four hundred, I suppose." he laughs heartily, paw on his own chest. "So. You're a strapping young lad. Winter aligned, clearly. Tell me. What's life like here now-a-days?"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Peaceful." Davyd's eyes gleam as he begins to think. "The streets are beautiful, and it's just turned to winter. You should come and see!" he says, then looking sheepish and working his face back to a neutral look. "But, sir --- what were you doing there for two hundred years?"
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
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"I suppose I took too long of a cat-nap. You know how we are." He takes a deep breath in and looks around. "The age of my sister, hmm? Good.... I've always preferred Winter."
*UHHH I need to give you a desc of Cyvus. He's about 6'3", a graceful tiger with age in his face. His left eye is gray and non-working, and there's a vertical scar over it. His fur is white and grey, very well groomed, there's a notch out of his right ear and he bears graceful draconic armor-- silver with golden edges*
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
With the changing of the seasons, a boundary has been broken-- A border, destroyed. Something didn't go exactly right, and now, along with winter, a new age has been ushered in
Since the beginning of time, it's been widely understood that the term 'Mink' was to be used for the Gods of Weather only. While this is true, there are also Lesser Minks-- Gods, yes, animalistic, yes, but aligning with them give no additional benefits except a little bit of favor in your Endeavours, depending on the domain of the Lesser Mink you choose.
The True Gods of this world, who are the only things above the Higher Minks themselves, did not want the Lesser Minks to run rampant.
But seldom is it that what you desire becomes reality.
The Lesser Minks are coming, and while none of them bear ill intentions... Intent is never all that matters.
Sitting in the Winter Cafe, curled up on the large rug in front of the fireplace, is a large feline man. Standing up, he would most likely be 12 feet tall, and he's got the chub to be a very comfortable mattress. He's somehow managed to procure a hoodie and sweatpants that fit him
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Ryze walks in and stands over him, a few other people dressed similarly to him coming in behind. "Here's the first one..." He says with a sigh. "Something tells me that there's going to much change coming soon."
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
*Alright*
"Would you like to go and look around town, sir?"
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
christmas is upon us, and we must bow to it
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
*hiya wes!*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!