Captain Janus Salvador is outside the Nameless, sat on a bench watching a holofilm
A small man walks towards them, sitting next to them, saying "Good film?"
'Yeah, it's the Chronicle of Jaro. Sure am glad my rank is high enough that I can watch it'
"That's good!" The man tenses at the mention of 'rank.'
'You ok? Something the matter?'
"Yeah, just have problems with men of the law."
'I won't tell. They probably won't like some of the things I've been talking about either'
"Ah, one of the good kinds of the men of the law"
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/They. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*if this doesn't exactly fall into character rules, all good. I don't plan to do combat or anything but have my characters drink at the bar or walk around town*
*iridescence*
Two solitary figures are sitting at the bar. One German Shepherd and one Lynx (both anthro, of course.). The German Shepherd, a male, based on appearance, stands at 5'8", with dark chocolate and peanut butter brown markings. He wears baggy, deep blue jeans, combat boots, and a black hoodie with the sleeves cut off, over a grey long sleeve shirt. He also wears a sort of backpack, made to hold a person in such a way that, when resting in the sling, they face the wearer. The Lynx, barely 4'0", is in this sling. They bear all white fur with natural "paint" splatter markings, looking like the floor of a chaotic art project gone wrong. The German Shepderd is cupping a mug in his paws, quietly conversing with the Lynx.
Over the chest of the male's hoodie, it's supposed to say DO NOT PET, but thanks to some neatly done embroidery from the Lynx, it now says Please DO NOT PET!
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
Toww is standing in the Nameless Inn, just after talking to somebody
Toww is in the back of the Nameless Inn, standing there.
*I ain't got long*
The gang walk up to him. Frank calls him. "Hey, mister. We've been looking for a guy named Toww, looks like you."
META stumbles over and hands Toww a small chip. "The schematics are on there. You will need to put that chip into a computer to view them."
"Yes, and I am Toww"
"Thank you, I'm grateful"
"Ahh, good. We got some info that you was trying to mess up the government, yeah?" The gang nods. "We wanna join up with you. We agree with the cause and think we'd stand a better chance standing by someone with history in this stuff."
"You'd better be. I devoted 42 hours to that." META grumbles. "However, I don't know where you'll get a functioning computer in this squalid place."
"The problem is I would have to test y'all, and I don't know how to go about that."
"I can build one, pretty easily. shouldn't be hard."
The gang look at each other. "Uhh... test us?"
META gives him a look. "Good luck. And no, you can't scrap me for parts. Auretians aren't made of normal computer components, mostly."
"Like, ask you to do something, test your combat skills, thinking under pressure, that sort of thing"
"I had no plans to scrap you for parts "
"Ah, right." The gang visibly sigh with relief.
"Doubtful." META replies. "However, I must trust you. Irritably."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
The unnamed maid is wandering around, looking a slight bit sad.
A strange, gaunt alien, his face obscured by a hood, hands clasped as if in prayer, appears nearby. "What ails you, maiden?" His voice is deep and ancient, with a kindly–yet slightly sinister– tone to it.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Toww is standing in the Nameless Inn, just after talking to somebody
Toww is in the back of the Nameless Inn, standing there.
*I ain't got long*
The gang walk up to him. Frank calls him. "Hey, mister. We've been looking for a guy named Toww, looks like you."
META stumbles over and hands Toww a small chip. "The schematics are on there. You will need to put that chip into a computer to view them."
"Yes, and I am Toww"
"Thank you, I'm grateful"
"Ahh, good. We got some info that you was trying to mess up the government, yeah?" The gang nods. "We wanna join up with you. We agree with the cause and think we'd stand a better chance standing by someone with history in this stuff."
"You'd better be. I devoted 42 hours to that." META grumbles. "However, I don't know where you'll get a functioning computer in this squalid place."
"The problem is I would have to test y'all, and I don't know how to go about that."
"I can build one, pretty easily. shouldn't be hard."
The gang look at each other. "Uhh... test us?"
META gives him a look. "Good luck. And no, you can't scrap me for parts. Auretians aren't made of normal computer components, mostly."
"Like, ask you to do something, test your combat skills, thinking under pressure, that sort of thing"
"I had no plans to scrap you for parts "
"Ah, right." The gang visibly sigh with relief.
"Doubtful." META replies. "However, I must trust you. Irritably."
"Yeah"
"I genuinely didn't"
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/They. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Toww is standing in the Nameless Inn, just after talking to somebody
Toww is in the back of the Nameless Inn, standing there.
*I ain't got long*
The gang walk up to him. Frank calls him. "Hey, mister. We've been looking for a guy named Toww, looks like you."
META stumbles over and hands Toww a small chip. "The schematics are on there. You will need to put that chip into a computer to view them."
"Yes, and I am Toww"
"Thank you, I'm grateful"
"Ahh, good. We got some info that you was trying to mess up the government, yeah?" The gang nods. "We wanna join up with you. We agree with the cause and think we'd stand a better chance standing by someone with history in this stuff."
"You'd better be. I devoted 42 hours to that." META grumbles. "However, I don't know where you'll get a functioning computer in this squalid place."
"The problem is I would have to test y'all, and I don't know how to go about that."
"I can build one, pretty easily. shouldn't be hard."
The gang look at each other. "Uhh... test us?"
META gives him a look. "Good luck. And no, you can't scrap me for parts. Auretians aren't made of normal computer components, mostly."
"Like, ask you to do something, test your combat skills, thinking under pressure, that sort of thing"
"I had no plans to scrap you for parts "
"Ah, right." The gang visibly sigh with relief.
"Doubtful." META replies. "However, I must trust you. Irritably."
"Yeah"
"I genuinely didn't"
"Right. If you want combat skills, we got them aplenty. Least I think we do, you'll be the judge o' that." Joey says. The rest of the gang nod enthusiastically.
"If I could raise an eyebrow, I would." META makes a digital noise that sounds like an analogue of a deep sigh. "Anyways, shall we find computer parts?"
The unnamed maid is wandering around, looking a slight bit sad.
A strange, gaunt alien, his face obscured by a hood, hands clasped as if in prayer, appears nearby. "What ails you, maiden?" His voice is deep and ancient, with a kindly–yet slightly sinister– tone to it.
She nods the him, her eyes seeming to stare down despite having no such pupils. Her voice is like TV static. "I-it is that my-y-y role in society is to be determined by who-o made me. That I am considered a disgrace to t-two kinds..."
Two solitary figures are sitting at the bar. One German Shepherd and one Lynx (both anthro, of course.). The German Shepherd, a male, based on appearance, stands at 5'8", with dark chocolate and peanut butter brown markings. He wears baggy, deep blue jeans, combat boots, and a black hoodie with the sleeves cut off, over a grey long sleeve shirt. He also wears a sort of backpack, made to hold a person in such a way that, when resting in the sling, they face the wearer. The Lynx, barely 4'0", is in this sling. They bear all white fur with natural "paint" splatter markings, looking like the floor of a chaotic art project gone wrong. The German Shepderd is cupping a mug in his paws, quietly conversing with the Lynx.
Over the chest of the male's hoodie, it's supposed to say DO NOT PET, but thanks to some neatly done embroidery, stitched by the lynx, it now says Please DO NOT PET!
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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 unnamed maid is wandering around, looking a slight bit sad.
A strange, gaunt alien, his face obscured by a hood, hands clasped as if in prayer, appears nearby. "What ails you, maiden?" His voice is deep and ancient, with a kindly–yet slightly sinister– tone to it.
She nods the him, her eyes seeming to stare down despite having no such pupils. Her voice is like TV static. "I-it is that my-y-y role in society is to be determined by who-o made me. That I am considered a disgrace to t-two kinds..."
The alien approaches slowly. "An unjust existence you have been born into." He walks directly up to her and reaches out a hand, touching her lightly on the forehead. "Unjust and cruel. I cannot stand for cruelty." The maid can feel a small presence in her head, as if her mind is being probed.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Two solitary figures are sitting at the bar. One German Shepherd and one Lynx (both anthro, of course.). The German Shepherd, a male, based on appearance, stands at 5'8", with dark chocolate and peanut butter brown markings. He wears baggy, deep blue jeans, combat boots, and a black hoodie with the sleeves cut off, over a grey long sleeve shirt. He also wears a sort of backpack, made to hold a person in such a way that, when resting in the sling, they face the wearer. The Lynx, barely 4'0", is in this sling. They bear all white fur with natural "paint" splatter markings, looking like the floor of a chaotic art project gone wrong. The German Shepderd is cupping a mug in his paws, quietly conversing with the Lynx.
Over the chest of the male's hoodie, it's supposed to say DO NOT PET, but thanks to some neatly done embroidery, stitched by the lynx, it now says Please DO NOT PET!
The Dealer observes them from the bar, eventually going over to them. "May I sit?"
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Two solitary figures are sitting at the bar. One German Shepherd and one Lynx (both anthro, of course.). The German Shepherd, a male, based on appearance, stands at 5'8", with dark chocolate and peanut butter brown markings. He wears baggy, deep blue jeans, combat boots, and a black hoodie with the sleeves cut off, over a grey long sleeve shirt. He also wears a sort of backpack, made to hold a person in such a way that, when resting in the sling, they face the wearer. The Lynx, barely 4'0", is in this sling. They bear all white fur with natural "paint" splatter markings, looking like the floor of a chaotic art project gone wrong. The German Shepderd is cupping a mug in his paws, quietly conversing with the Lynx.
Over the chest of the male's hoodie, it's supposed to say DO NOT PET, but thanks to some neatly done embroidery, stitched by the lynx, it now says Please DO NOT PET!
The Dealer observes them from the bar, eventually going over to them. "May I sit?"
The male confers with the lynx quietly for a moment before nodding.
The Lynx smiles widely "Yes! You can sit, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm Rink. This grumpy butt is Kasym. He's my b-"
"That's enough, Rink. Don't dish it all out at once." Kasym says gruffly, covering their muzzle with his paw
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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 unnamed maid is wandering around, looking a slight bit sad.
A strange, gaunt alien, his face obscured by a hood, hands clasped as if in prayer, appears nearby. "What ails you, maiden?" His voice is deep and ancient, with a kindly–yet slightly sinister– tone to it.
She nods the him, her eyes seeming to stare down despite having no such pupils. Her voice is like TV static. "I-it is that my-y-y role in society is to be determined by who-o made me. That I am considered a disgrace to t-two kinds..."
The alien approaches slowly. "An unjust existence you have been born into." He walks directly up to her and reaches out a hand, touching her lightly on the forehead. "Unjust and cruel. I cannot stand for cruelty." The maid can feel a small presence in her head, as if her mind is being probed.
Her eyes, again turn, which is again, quite strange how visible it is. She nods, and seems to wait for something.
Two solitary figures are sitting at the bar. One German Shepherd and one Lynx (both anthro, of course.). The German Shepherd, a male, based on appearance, stands at 5'8", with dark chocolate and peanut butter brown markings. He wears baggy, deep blue jeans, combat boots, and a black hoodie with the sleeves cut off, over a grey long sleeve shirt. He also wears a sort of backpack, made to hold a person in such a way that, when resting in the sling, they face the wearer. The Lynx, barely 4'0", is in this sling. They bear all white fur with natural "paint" splatter markings, looking like the floor of a chaotic art project gone wrong. The German Shepderd is cupping a mug in his paws, quietly conversing with the Lynx.
Over the chest of the male's hoodie, it's supposed to say DO NOT PET, but thanks to some neatly done embroidery, stitched by the lynx, it now says Please DO NOT PET!
The Dealer observes them from the bar, eventually going over to them. "May I sit?"
The male confers with the lynx quietly for a moment before nodding.
The Lynx smiles widely "Yes! You can sit, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm Rink. This grumpy butt is Kasym. He's my b-"
"That's enough, Rink. Don't dish it all out at once." Kasym says gruffly, covering their muzzle with his paw
The dealer chuckles, pulling out a chair and taking his seat. "Well, It is lovely to meet you two. I am the Dealer. If you want an actual name, Mr. Asher will do." he pauses, taking a sip from his drink. "I like to introduce myself to new arrivals, let them know of me and my services."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
The unnamed maid is wandering around, looking a slight bit sad.
A strange, gaunt alien, his face obscured by a hood, hands clasped as if in prayer, appears nearby. "What ails you, maiden?" His voice is deep and ancient, with a kindly–yet slightly sinister– tone to it.
She nods the him, her eyes seeming to stare down despite having no such pupils. Her voice is like TV static. "I-it is that my-y-y role in society is to be determined by who-o made me. That I am considered a disgrace to t-two kinds..."
The alien approaches slowly. "An unjust existence you have been born into." He walks directly up to her and reaches out a hand, touching her lightly on the forehead. "Unjust and cruel. I cannot stand for cruelty." The maid can feel a small presence in her head, as if her mind is being probed.
Her eyes, again turn, which is again, quite strange how visible it is. She nods, and seems to wait for something.
*can you tell me stuff? this is quite thorough memory probing and I know nothing about this character*
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
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'I won't tell. They probably won't like some of the things I've been talking about either'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Ah, one of the good kinds of the men of the law"
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/They.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*if this doesn't exactly fall into character rules, all good. I don't plan to do combat or anything but have my characters drink at the bar or walk around town*
*iridescence*
Two solitary figures are sitting at the bar. One German Shepherd and one Lynx (both anthro, of course.). The German Shepherd, a male, based on appearance, stands at 5'8", with dark chocolate and peanut butter brown markings. He wears baggy, deep blue jeans, combat boots, and a black hoodie with the sleeves cut off, over a grey long sleeve shirt. He also wears a sort of backpack, made to hold a person in such a way that, when resting in the sling, they face the wearer. The Lynx, barely 4'0", is in this sling. They bear all white fur with natural "paint" splatter markings, looking like the floor of a chaotic art project gone wrong. The German Shepderd is cupping a mug in his paws, quietly conversing with the Lynx.
Over the chest of the male's hoodie, it's supposed to say DO NOT PET, but thanks to some neatly done embroidery from the Lynx, it now says Please DO
NOTPET!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
'Got to have a bit of freedom. What are they looking for you for?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The unnamed maid is wandering around, looking a slight bit sad.
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.
*Iridescence*
*I am forgetful idiot, this is like the fifth time on a thread I remembered every rule but the word...*
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.
"Ah, right." The gang visibly sigh with relief.
"Doubtful." META replies. "However, I must trust you. Irritably."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
A strange, gaunt alien, his face obscured by a hood, hands clasped as if in prayer, appears nearby. "What ails you, maiden?" His voice is deep and ancient, with a kindly–yet slightly sinister– tone to it.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"Yeah"
"I genuinely didn't"
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/They.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
A kid is scuttling about in the gutter
Captain Salvador is watching a holofilm
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Right. If you want combat skills, we got them aplenty. Least I think we do, you'll be the judge o' that." Joey says. The rest of the gang nod enthusiastically.
"If I could raise an eyebrow, I would." META makes a digital noise that sounds like an analogue of a deep sigh. "Anyways, shall we find computer parts?"
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
She nods the him, her eyes seeming to stare down despite having no such pupils. Her voice is like TV static. "I-it is that my-y-y role in society is to be determined by who-o made me. That I am considered a disgrace to t-two kinds..."
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.
*snippy snip snip*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Two solitary figures are sitting at the bar. One German Shepherd and one Lynx (both anthro, of course.). The German Shepherd, a male, based on appearance, stands at 5'8", with dark chocolate and peanut butter brown markings. He wears baggy, deep blue jeans, combat boots, and a black hoodie with the sleeves cut off, over a grey long sleeve shirt. He also wears a sort of backpack, made to hold a person in such a way that, when resting in the sling, they face the wearer. The Lynx, barely 4'0", is in this sling. They bear all white fur with natural "paint" splatter markings, looking like the floor of a chaotic art project gone wrong. The German Shepderd is cupping a mug in his paws, quietly conversing with the Lynx.
Over the chest of the male's hoodie, it's supposed to say DO NOT PET, but thanks to some neatly done embroidery, stitched by the lynx, it now says Please DO
NOTPET!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 alien approaches slowly. "An unjust existence you have been born into." He walks directly up to her and reaches out a hand, touching her lightly on the forehead. "Unjust and cruel. I cannot stand for cruelty." The maid can feel a small presence in her head, as if her mind is being probed.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
The Dealer observes them from the bar, eventually going over to them. "May I sit?"
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
The male confers with the lynx quietly for a moment before nodding.
The Lynx smiles widely "Yes! You can sit, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm Rink. This grumpy butt is Kasym. He's my b-"
"That's enough, Rink. Don't dish it all out at once." Kasym says gruffly, covering their muzzle with his paw
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
Her eyes, again turn, which is again, quite strange how visible it is. She nods, and seems to wait for something.
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.
The dealer chuckles, pulling out a chair and taking his seat. "Well, It is lovely to meet you two. I am the Dealer. If you want an actual name, Mr. Asher will do." he pauses, taking a sip from his drink. "I like to introduce myself to new arrivals, let them know of me and my services."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*can you tell me stuff? this is quite thorough memory probing and I know nothing about this character*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.