A tall anthropomorphic cat with a strong leather and steel corset that is far from anywhere near how tight corsets are typically, a shiny yet dirtied breastplate with golden accents, a scarf seemingly covering a chainmail neck gear, a metal skirt typical for nights, a large greatsword with a rounded pommel that ends flat and much like a small battering ram, a few spikes on the sides of the tip that render it almost useless for stabbing, but great for slashing, a small curve on it's crossguard that seldom effects all but a few grams of weight, a large scar on one eye, rendering them half blind, and scruffy gray fur with a blueish few mackerel stripes, and a large poofy tail is standing outside the guild, nodding to all around it.
As she walks, she passes by a tall, lanky, anthropomorphic rabbit waiter working at the bar, scrubbing down the counter with a shoddy old rag clutched tightly in his paw, dark grey fur soaked with the toils of the day. There are accents in places like his ears, eyes and pawpads which are a soft golden color, other accents being a lighter grey than the rest of his body.
His ears flop over, pinned behind his head as he yawns, perfect teeth shining in the neon light of The Hub. He finishes cleaning the counter and sits, waiting for customers and adjusting his vest and tie
She walks towards him, looking rather tired and bored, but also as if she hasn't lost that spark, that urge to serve her duties. She nods to him respectfully, and waves, with a soft "Hello", that seems to have a light gruff and gravely tone.
A tall anthropomorphic cat with a strong leather and steel corset that is far from anywhere near how tight corsets are typically, a shiny yet dirtied breastplate with golden accents, a scarf seemingly covering a chainmail neck gear, a metal skirt typical for nights, a large greatsword with a rounded pommel that ends flat and much like a small battering ram, a few spikes on the sides of the tip that render it almost useless for stabbing, but great for slashing, a small curve on it's crossguard that seldom effects all but a few grams of weight, a large scar on one eye, rendering them half blind, and scruffy gray fur with a blueish few mackerel stripes, and a large poofy tail is standing outside the guild, nodding to all around it.
As she walks, she passes by a tall, lanky, anthropomorphic rabbit waiter working at the bar, scrubbing down the counter with a shoddy old rag clutched tightly in his paw, dark grey fur soaked with the toils of the day. There are accents in places like his ears, eyes and pawpads which are a soft golden color, other accents being a lighter grey than the rest of his body.
His ears flop over, pinned behind his head as he yawns, perfect teeth shining in the neon light of The Hub. He finishes cleaning the counter and sits, waiting for customers and adjusting his vest and tie
She walks towards him, looking rather tired and bored, but also as if she hasn't lost that spark, that urge to serve her duties. She nods to him respectfully, and waves, with a soft "Hello", that seems to have a light gruff and gravely tone.
"Hello." he returns, sitting up respectfully, waiting to see if she's a customer or just passing through
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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
A tall anthropomorphic cat with a strong leather and steel corset that is far from anywhere near how tight corsets are typically, a shiny yet dirtied breastplate with golden accents, a scarf seemingly covering a chainmail neck gear, a metal skirt typical for nights, a large greatsword with a rounded pommel that ends flat and much like a small battering ram, a few spikes on the sides of the tip that render it almost useless for stabbing, but great for slashing, a small curve on it's crossguard that seldom effects all but a few grams of weight, a large scar on one eye, rendering them half blind, and scruffy gray fur with a blueish few mackerel stripes, and a large poofy tail is standing outside the guild, nodding to all around it.
As she walks, she passes by a tall, lanky, anthropomorphic rabbit waiter working at the bar, scrubbing down the counter with a shoddy old rag clutched tightly in his paw, dark grey fur soaked with the toils of the day. There are accents in places like his ears, eyes and pawpads which are a soft golden color, other accents being a lighter grey than the rest of his body.
His ears flop over, pinned behind his head as he yawns, perfect teeth shining in the neon light of The Hub. He finishes cleaning the counter and sits, waiting for customers and adjusting his vest and tie
She walks towards him, looking rather tired and bored, but also as if she hasn't lost that spark, that urge to serve her duties. She nods to him respectfully, and waves, with a soft "Hello", that seems to have a light gruff and gravely tone.
"Hello." he returns, sitting up respectfully, waiting to see if she's a customer or just passing through
She nods again, and speaks again, this time her rough voice much more clear. "I'd like whiskey. Jack Daniels if you have any."
She walks towards him, looking rather tired and bored, but also as if she hasn't lost that spark, that urge to serve her duties. She nods to him respectfully, and waves, with a soft "Hello", that seems to have a light gruff and gravely tone.
Sig but long ^w^
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Hello." he returns, sitting up respectfully, waiting to see if she's a customer or just passing through
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
She nods again, and speaks again, this time her rough voice much more clear. "I'd like whiskey. Jack Daniels if you have any."
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.