Character profile: Starke -Gift-"Good to see you again, mate. I was hoping-- WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?! GET OVER HERE! *GRAB* *SQUISH* Hmm... I'm in the mood for soccer tonight." --StarkeType of character: Cartoon 'verseName: Starke (pronounced "stark")Age: Unknown - seems to be in his 20's or 30'sGender: MRace/species: Werewolf (anthro); believed to be part kangaroo, but this is unconfirmedFamily: No known relatives.Appearance:Starke has an intimidating werewolf build, quite muscular and about a head taller than most anthros. He typically stands slightly hunched over. His primary body color is moderate gray, about A0A0A0 in RRGGBB hexadecimal; his muzzle and chest are a lighter gray with a hint of blue (AFB3D0). He has a section of longer spiky fur on his head that serves as hair; this area is a darker gray (707070).
Problem"What's your ****ing problem?!""You are!"
Bookwolf -Trade-Wolfen Down took a deep breath as he sat at one of the tables in the library's reading area. The lead he'd come to the city to pursue had turned out to be a bust, so here he was, hoping to kill time until Hisspan arrived to rendezvous with him.The wolf set the book he'd picked out in front of him. The title "PHOENIX" graced the front cover. According to the jacket, the book told the story of a Mobian phoenix with a shattered memory. The phoenix could remember that his name was Tip and that he was the prince of somewhere, but that was it. He toured the galaxies by whatever means he could, searching for clues about his identity. Wolfen had picked out the book because Tip's situation was so similar to his own.Maybe I'm the prince of some kingdom somewhere and I just don't know it. But then Havoc would probably have told me by now... oh well, let's get started.He started reading.The story opened in a spaceport called St. Nebula. &
What Makes a Fish a Fish?(Written by Anya Marasaka during a spell of boredom)What makes a fish a fish?There are many different types of fish, of all shapes and sizes. But they are all, undoubtedly, fish.The main defining characteristic of a fish is that it lives in the water, but is that enough to go by?There are birds that cannot fly, and mammals that lay eggs. And there are creatures which dwell in the water but are not fish.If a fish were to dwell on land and breathe air like we do, would it still be able to classify itself as a fish? If so, then why?Where can the border between "fish" and "not fish" be found?There are so many categories in the world that we take for granted, but that are impossible to explain simply without contradiction.If, tomorrow, I were to meet a creature that naturally walked on legs and did not inject venom nor constrict, yet still called itself a snake......how willing would I be to believe it?
Character profile: Pya"Unworthy? Don't be ridiculous. Worthiness is just a delusion. An ambassador like myself should never consider herself too important to spend time with the lower class." --PyaType of character: Sonicverse - Aganre sub-verseName: Pya Sosori (PIE-uh suh-SOH-ree)Age: Around 30Gender: FRace/species: Ball python (Mobian, Aganre-style)Occupation: Tribe ambassadorWeapon of choice: SaiFamily and associates:Middle of three siblings. Married to Tanjo Sosori (king cobra), the tribe's chieftain. Has four children.Appearance:Pya has the typical Aganre build. Her eyes are blue. Her main body is solid black, but her underbelly is white, and her black areas are covered in large, chocolate brown blotches of varying shapes. Two vertical stripes of the same brown cover the top of her head.As the tribe's ambassador, she dresses a bit more fancily than a commoner would. Sh
The Prize Machine -???-Nobody in town seemed to know where the machine had come from. It just appeared one morning in Toon Town's park, with no sign of whoever or whatever had brought it there. It looked just like one of the little trinket/candy dispensers in grocery stores where you put a quarter in and get something, but this one was huge. The whole thing was about a story and a half tall, and loaded with various toys and knickknacks, each one sealed inside a half-red-half-clear plastic capsule about the size of a sports ball.A crowd surrounded the machine all morning. People were gawking at the machine, taking pictures of it, speculating about why it was there, and trying in vain to get it to dispense something.Then Lizzie and Abbe arrived on the scene."C'mon, Sis!" Lizzie exclaimed, literally dragging Abbe through the crowd. "Everyone's talking about it! We've got to see it!"Abbe said nothing. The blue wolf was also anxious to see the prize machine; sh
The Cardboard BoxWhen a child sees a cardboard box, he sees a rocket ship.Or he sees a time machine. Or he sees a tugboat.Or a portal to another world. Or an airplane. Or a mountain.A secret hideout, a tank, a submarine, a race car, a dungeon. All of them are possibilities to a child.When an adult sees a cardboard box, he sees a cardboard box.
Character profile: Makora"Watch this. I'm going to climb to the top of the chieftain's home and shake my rattle there to draw attention. Yeah, I'll probably get in trouble, but it'll be worth it!" --MakoraType of character: Sonicverse - Aganre sub-verseName: Makora Samakori (muh-KORE-uh SAH-mah-kore-ee)Age: Around 15Gender: FRace/species: Banded rattlesnake (Mobian, Aganre-style)Occupation: NoneWeapon of choice: Bo staffFamily and associates:Eldest of four siblings. Daughter of Torimo Sakamori, one of the Aganre tribe's best woodworkers. Single; too young for Tests of the Gods.Appearance:Makora has the standard Aganre build. She has blue eyes. Her primary body color is a bright orange (#FF8000), interrupted regularly by dark gray (#3F3F3F) "bands" encircling her neck, arms, and body. The band:non-band ratio is about 1:2, and each band is a few inches thick. Her tail ends in a beige r
Character profile: Anya"Look at the fish. They recognize and avoid danger. They succumb to temptation. They can be tricked or ambushed. On a certain primitive level, they are just like us." --AnyaType of character: Sonicverse - Aganre sub-verseName: Anya Marasaka (all the A's are short)Age: Between 25 and 30Gender: FRace/species: Reticulated python (Mobian, Aganre-style)Occupation: Fisher-womanWeapon of choice: SpearFamily and associates:Second-oldest of five siblings. Single; has never tied or lost a Test of the Gods. May or may not have a crush on Jaro Kanoso.Appearance:Anya has the typical Aganre snake build (round head, serpentine lower body without legs, etc.), and her eyes are blue. Her coloring has a "background" of dark green (#00B300), and four thick stripes of a darker, almost-black green (#004D00) that start on her forehead, branching out in an X shape, and proceed diagonally
Angelaa Dimension 258 short storyRosie picked up her clock again and stared at the numbers. When the big blue hand reached the 12, her daddy would come home. She furrowed her brow and squinted at the tip of the blue hand. Once, she had seen it move. But now it was stuck by the 10.“Rosie, why do you keep watching the clock?” Leo asked. “Are you not having any fun building?”Rosie set the clock next to her pile of toy bricks. “Today’s special day,” she announced. “Daddy’s bringing home a lady.”“Ohh.” Leo raised his eyebrows. “He’s got a new girlfriend?”“Yep! He says, he’s been seeing her for a while, he says he likes her a lot. He says she’s super nice.” Rosie paused to spit some hair out of her mouth.“Here. Scoot over here and I’ll braid your hair,” Leo said. Rosie scooted and he began pulling her hair away from her face. “My hair us
*Night Sky*Shooting star's last hurrah. Silence profound.Delice194117.10.14
Belly RubSeated on the couch, you tilt your head back and groan, brows furrowed in a less-than-pleased fashion. Your thick thighs spread apart, feet stretching under the table. With puffy hands, you grip the belly that sinks slightly forward over your jeans, soft flesh squeezing through your fingers.Each breath is laborious as you heave that weighty ball up, and you can't help but wince as it flops down with every exhale. You try to massage it, but the pressure only makes it that much more painful. Instead, you simply lay back against the couch, eyes closed, trying to block out the harshness of reality.In the kitchen, he readies your dessert. You told him earlier that there's no room left, but as usual he didn't listen. You can smell the freshly baked cupcakes that he ices, and hope there's only a couple to get through. Past experience, however, lets you know that it will be a feast in its own right.Struggling, you reach a hand around the swollen rock attached to your middle. Sausage-like fi
Faulty Feeding TubeWith the tube stuffed far down your throat, you take a deep, awkward breath and wait for the sound. The faint, clicking sound of the switch hitting "on". When you hear it, the whirring of the feeding device echoes around the room, and in seconds you feel the sweet liquid travelling down your throat.It takes a few moments before you start to feel full. Your stomach, at this point, would consider itself at capacity. You know better. The liquid continues to pulse down your throat, forcing itself into your belly. The feeling of fullness grows, and you eye your middle, waiting for it to start showing.Finally. After a full minute, you notice your previously flat stomach beginning to push outward. It strains against your buttoned shirt. Fills up the extra space in your jeans. The feeling of tightening clothes digging into flesh feels good, but not good enough. Not yet.More liquid travels down your throat. Your stomach stretches to contain it all. Deep inside, a faint sensation of painful t
A Day in the Life - Episode 1Warning: This vignette contains a girl who is improbably tall. If that bothers you, please do not read this. Also, in case anyone is wondering, all characters are 18 or older.Coach Carson blew his whistle, signalling the end of PE. Annie reached up and dropped the basketball in the hoop one more time before sighing and walking toward the locker room with everyone else. With her long strides, she could have quickly caught up with everyone, but she decided to stay behind the group. PE was a class that Annie both enjoyed and hated. All it took was one look at her to figure out why – she towered above everyone. Not like "oh, she's tall for a girl", or even "oh, she's even tall for a guy"; people's initial reaction of her was "I didn't know people could get that tall!". Today, however, her thoughts were interrupted."Um, hi!" A girl in front of Annie turned around and waved up at her. Annie looked at her face for a moment while she tried to figure out who the girl was. Try as she mig
The Games Players at WorkAs I always say, one of the things I enjoy most about what I do is the capacity to be surprised. There have been times, previously described, when I discover the families I visit enjoy playing these games, and I turn that to my advantage, but they usually involve tightening the binding and gag in some way. On one occasion, however, I actually had to loosen the binding – let me explain.This particular family was headed up by the owner of a specialist art store – not something you would normally expect to attract my attention, but I had seen the pictures of the family in the local press, and the way they dressed as well as the jewellery they wore had caught my eye.Marcus Holding was in his early forties, as was his wife Jennifer. She had short reddish brown hair, and was, shall we say, fuller of figure than her husband. Her eleven year old daughters, Madeline and Paige, took after their father, slim of figure with long reddish-brown hair. When
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