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Writer's Guild / Re: Fuzzy Trade School
« on: June 14, 2011, 10:07:38 AM »
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Writer's Guild / Re: Fuzzy Trade School
« on: June 12, 2011, 08:40:00 PM »
Chapter 1T: Heading in the Wrong Direction
Blackness shrouded his vision, though that is to be expected from somebody with their lids over their eyes like a veil. In stark contrast, however, the once he opened his eyes, there was a bright white light, along with the urgent, yet somehow comforting male voice from nearby: “C’mon, wake up! It won’t look good for you to be late on your first day!”
He felt soft hands on him, though they seemed to have padding on the palms, with short, thin nails pressing at his chest. Sitting up, he looked at the wall ahead before he saw something gleaming in front of him. With a gasp, he shot back, pressing his back – and something extra – against the wall as he stared cross-eyed at the gleaming object.
His gaze shifted from the object to the source of the voice before another gasp escaped him. Sitting right ahead, next to his bed, was a red fox, but this one was different: he was human-shaped, and his mouth moved as he spoke yet again, “Oh, good, you’re awake.”
The fox’s ears moved as he spoke, and he tilted his head, one of the ears quirked. “Wait, you seem tense. Is something wrong? For a being that’s supposed to be immune to everything, you look sick as a dog…”
Looking over himself, he gasped, noticing paws with talons, feathers coating his body, digitigrade paws, and a set of three wolf-like tails, which are coated in feathers. A pinching sensation, as if he were lying on an arm, entered his mind, and almost on instinct he leaned forward letting a pair of wings flop out. A paw reached up, over his face, tapping a beak and running over feathery, tufted ears, which were folded back against his head. He tried to talk, but only a squeak could escape the beak of the confused creature.
The fox sat forward, pressing that padded paw up against the creature’s head. “You don’t have a fever, but you look terrible – er, not that you look ugly. Gryphons are beautiful creatures, and you are, too.”
With another squeak, and the gryphon began trying to communicate. At first, his voice came out as grating and a bit nasally, though it was also quite inarticulate. “Air an I?” he asked, hoping the fox would understand him.
The fox blinked and tilted his head. Muttering under his breath for a moment, the fox then realized what the gryphon meant. “Don’t you remember? You’re at Fuzzy Trade School.” He smiled and then dragged the gryphon to his closet. “Here, put something on and go to class. You only have one.”
The gryphon would look at the fox before slowly sliding into a shirt and pair of shorts. A small instinct kicked in, and he slotted his wings and tails through the holes in his garments. After a short while of mumbling to himself, the gryphon turned around. “Okay, then, what is my name, and what is my class?”
Quirking an ear, the fox answered simply, “Well, Tallyn, if you don’t know your own name, you probably forgot mine: I’m Digital. Anyway, your class is Amateur Magic.” He chuckled. “If you want, I can take you there.”
As he heard the information, Tallyn tilted his head. “Tallyn? That sounds like it belongs to a tribal person.” His mind was being tested for its knowledge the first day, proving the gryphon was out of place; however, he would soon realize that he still needed to attend class. He snatched a sheet of paper that looked like a calendar from a nearby desk.
Digital watched the gryphon, glad he put Tallyn’s schedule on the desk. “Well, that’s sort of what I assumed you were when I heard your name, but after three years here, I decided not to question names anymore. Have fun on your first day.”
Tallyn took the backpack resting in the chair on his side, looking at the keys and student ID card before heading out. “I hope…”
The gryphon finally arrived to the lecture hall to his first class five minutes late. Every step he made, a student’s ear would swivel in his direction. He looked around noticing the room was made almost entirely of foxes, though there was an occasional wolf and a young dragon. His ears perked up upon hearing a voice, and he looked to the front to see a white fox’s head lying on the desk.
“All right, listen up, class! Now that the last straggler is accounted for, we can begin today’s lecture. Now, my body is being repaired today, so you have to make your own notes and diagrams. Lesson one: What is magic?”
The gryphon raised a wing and then stood up. “Uh, sir…? I think I might be in the wrong class. I don’t think I want to learn how to make things disappear and saw somebody in half without hurting them.” This elicited some laughter from the class, though it left an annoyed look on the professor’s face.
“This class is not about simple-minded sideshow magic! It’s about real magic, the kind you probably only heard about in books. And if you didn’t want this class, why did you sign up for it?” With that, he cast a simple alteration spell upon the gryphon as he sat down. “You’re staying like that until you learn the proper magic techniques to reattach it correctly.”
Tallyn yelped as his head fell off right into his paws. He used his paws to cant it in a nod after several tries to use his neck, which was missing. He then took out a notebook to write down his notes for the first day, taking care to learn how to coordinate his movements with his head no longer attached.
Chapter 1: Off to a Bad Start
Two hours later, after class had let out, the gryphon carried his head to the cafeteria to eat. He entered the building with a sigh, fumbling around while holding his head before finally pulling out his I.D. card for the dragon at the front desk to swipe. After the interaction took place, Tallyn made his way to an empty table, sitting down by himself and setting down his head. He rubbed his shoulders and his collar before rubbing his temples and closing his eyes.
It was at this moment that an otter snatched it away, running across the cafeteria with a laugh. “A new guy, eh? My buddy’s going to have loads of fun with you!” The otter creature handed him off to a skunk, who wrenched Tallyn’s beak open and began stuffing cookies and cakes down it, closing the beak every so often for him to swallow. The gryphon whimpered, and for the next several minutes, the skunk continued stuffing Tallyn with sweets, pizza, and burgers before taking him back. The gryphon took his head back and walked out of the cafeteria, feeling heavier than before.
He had a feeling that the day was a good indication that this place would be tough.
[Digital is Digital_Vulpine, the professor is Creator, and the skunk is 2dogsandaDJ.]
Blackness shrouded his vision, though that is to be expected from somebody with their lids over their eyes like a veil. In stark contrast, however, the once he opened his eyes, there was a bright white light, along with the urgent, yet somehow comforting male voice from nearby: “C’mon, wake up! It won’t look good for you to be late on your first day!”
He felt soft hands on him, though they seemed to have padding on the palms, with short, thin nails pressing at his chest. Sitting up, he looked at the wall ahead before he saw something gleaming in front of him. With a gasp, he shot back, pressing his back – and something extra – against the wall as he stared cross-eyed at the gleaming object.
His gaze shifted from the object to the source of the voice before another gasp escaped him. Sitting right ahead, next to his bed, was a red fox, but this one was different: he was human-shaped, and his mouth moved as he spoke yet again, “Oh, good, you’re awake.”
The fox’s ears moved as he spoke, and he tilted his head, one of the ears quirked. “Wait, you seem tense. Is something wrong? For a being that’s supposed to be immune to everything, you look sick as a dog…”
Looking over himself, he gasped, noticing paws with talons, feathers coating his body, digitigrade paws, and a set of three wolf-like tails, which are coated in feathers. A pinching sensation, as if he were lying on an arm, entered his mind, and almost on instinct he leaned forward letting a pair of wings flop out. A paw reached up, over his face, tapping a beak and running over feathery, tufted ears, which were folded back against his head. He tried to talk, but only a squeak could escape the beak of the confused creature.
The fox sat forward, pressing that padded paw up against the creature’s head. “You don’t have a fever, but you look terrible – er, not that you look ugly. Gryphons are beautiful creatures, and you are, too.”
With another squeak, and the gryphon began trying to communicate. At first, his voice came out as grating and a bit nasally, though it was also quite inarticulate. “Air an I?” he asked, hoping the fox would understand him.
The fox blinked and tilted his head. Muttering under his breath for a moment, the fox then realized what the gryphon meant. “Don’t you remember? You’re at Fuzzy Trade School.” He smiled and then dragged the gryphon to his closet. “Here, put something on and go to class. You only have one.”
The gryphon would look at the fox before slowly sliding into a shirt and pair of shorts. A small instinct kicked in, and he slotted his wings and tails through the holes in his garments. After a short while of mumbling to himself, the gryphon turned around. “Okay, then, what is my name, and what is my class?”
Quirking an ear, the fox answered simply, “Well, Tallyn, if you don’t know your own name, you probably forgot mine: I’m Digital. Anyway, your class is Amateur Magic.” He chuckled. “If you want, I can take you there.”
As he heard the information, Tallyn tilted his head. “Tallyn? That sounds like it belongs to a tribal person.” His mind was being tested for its knowledge the first day, proving the gryphon was out of place; however, he would soon realize that he still needed to attend class. He snatched a sheet of paper that looked like a calendar from a nearby desk.
Digital watched the gryphon, glad he put Tallyn’s schedule on the desk. “Well, that’s sort of what I assumed you were when I heard your name, but after three years here, I decided not to question names anymore. Have fun on your first day.”
Tallyn took the backpack resting in the chair on his side, looking at the keys and student ID card before heading out. “I hope…”
The gryphon finally arrived to the lecture hall to his first class five minutes late. Every step he made, a student’s ear would swivel in his direction. He looked around noticing the room was made almost entirely of foxes, though there was an occasional wolf and a young dragon. His ears perked up upon hearing a voice, and he looked to the front to see a white fox’s head lying on the desk.
“All right, listen up, class! Now that the last straggler is accounted for, we can begin today’s lecture. Now, my body is being repaired today, so you have to make your own notes and diagrams. Lesson one: What is magic?”
The gryphon raised a wing and then stood up. “Uh, sir…? I think I might be in the wrong class. I don’t think I want to learn how to make things disappear and saw somebody in half without hurting them.” This elicited some laughter from the class, though it left an annoyed look on the professor’s face.
“This class is not about simple-minded sideshow magic! It’s about real magic, the kind you probably only heard about in books. And if you didn’t want this class, why did you sign up for it?” With that, he cast a simple alteration spell upon the gryphon as he sat down. “You’re staying like that until you learn the proper magic techniques to reattach it correctly.”
Tallyn yelped as his head fell off right into his paws. He used his paws to cant it in a nod after several tries to use his neck, which was missing. He then took out a notebook to write down his notes for the first day, taking care to learn how to coordinate his movements with his head no longer attached.
Chapter 1: Off to a Bad Start
Two hours later, after class had let out, the gryphon carried his head to the cafeteria to eat. He entered the building with a sigh, fumbling around while holding his head before finally pulling out his I.D. card for the dragon at the front desk to swipe. After the interaction took place, Tallyn made his way to an empty table, sitting down by himself and setting down his head. He rubbed his shoulders and his collar before rubbing his temples and closing his eyes.
It was at this moment that an otter snatched it away, running across the cafeteria with a laugh. “A new guy, eh? My buddy’s going to have loads of fun with you!” The otter creature handed him off to a skunk, who wrenched Tallyn’s beak open and began stuffing cookies and cakes down it, closing the beak every so often for him to swallow. The gryphon whimpered, and for the next several minutes, the skunk continued stuffing Tallyn with sweets, pizza, and burgers before taking him back. The gryphon took his head back and walked out of the cafeteria, feeling heavier than before.
He had a feeling that the day was a good indication that this place would be tough.
[Digital is Digital_Vulpine, the professor is Creator, and the skunk is 2dogsandaDJ.]
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Writer's Guild / Fuzzy Trade School
« on: June 12, 2011, 06:16:52 PM »
This forum thread is for a group short story started by Silber. After the first chapter is posted, everyone may enter their own chapters of the story, one at a time. These chapters are from the viewpoint of each Fuzzy's character. This story is PG, and based mostly on the antics that occur within the chat. Please do not force roles upon other players unless it is necessary.
All peaceful trades are allowed, including, but not limited to: engineering, game design, art, magic, and security. Ask Silber (usually Tallyn in-chat) what is allowed and what isn't.
P.S.: Please put down the names of those you intend your character to interact with, even if you need to out of context. Please use my post as an example.
P.S.S.: Please use Microsoft Word or an equivalent program to check grammar and spelling. I intend for this to be for the amusement of all.
All peaceful trades are allowed, including, but not limited to: engineering, game design, art, magic, and security. Ask Silber (usually Tallyn in-chat) what is allowed and what isn't.
P.S.: Please put down the names of those you intend your character to interact with, even if you need to out of context. Please use my post as an example.
P.S.S.: Please use Microsoft Word or an equivalent program to check grammar and spelling. I intend for this to be for the amusement of all.
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Art Gallery / Re: Drawing Requests: Bots! (Open)
« on: May 21, 2011, 06:23:43 AM »
I might like to join. Could I see Tallyn as a VirBot-style robot? He's my anthro gryphon character and fursona. Three tails (if you're okay with that) and wings. I'd like to see him in the middle of being built, and as such not fully functional.
#43 is Tallyn's basic shape,
Tallyn's coloration, and
VirBot, for your convenient reference.
#43 is Tallyn's basic shape,
Tallyn's coloration, and
VirBot, for your convenient reference.
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Art Gallery / Re: Insert Quote Here
« on: April 30, 2011, 11:34:32 AM »
Here's my rendition, just for fun.
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Art Gallery / Re: 100 Sketches (Requests Open!)
« on: April 10, 2011, 05:10:00 PM »
#43
Tallyn (my gryphursona) posing in his robes and a bow on his ear, and staring at an orb in his paw.
Tallyn (my gryphursona) posing in his robes and a bow on his ear, and staring at an orb in his paw.
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Art Gallery / Re: Cirr's doodles and sketches. ^^
« on: March 12, 2011, 05:42:34 PM »
I don't have much of a reference picture, but I hope this will do: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5220182/
I would like a picture of the character, Silber Redtail, posing, hunched over, dual-wielding shortswords, with any fitting clothing you would prefer. He is digitigrade (but due to bad art skills, I wanted to do shoes instead). Maybe you can add some electricity emitting from his paws, or the base of the swords.
I would like a picture of the character, Silber Redtail, posing, hunched over, dual-wielding shortswords, with any fitting clothing you would prefer. He is digitigrade (but due to bad art skills, I wanted to do shoes instead). Maybe you can add some electricity emitting from his paws, or the base of the swords.
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Art Gallery / Re: Character art requests!
« on: January 15, 2011, 09:14:46 PM »
Since Silber has no official art, I might as well get some concept art for him. I'd like him with Arci's tied back hair like here: [DELETED]
His belly was an off-white, which extended to his thighs and up to his chin. Almost everywhere else was a light grey, with a few white diamonds to accentuate the pattern.
He only wears a pair of cargo pants. For a background, you could do a blue lab situation. And if you want an accessory, maybe he could have a book in his left hand.
His belly was an off-white, which extended to his thighs and up to his chin. Almost everywhere else was a light grey, with a few white diamonds to accentuate the pattern.
He only wears a pair of cargo pants. For a background, you could do a blue lab situation. And if you want an accessory, maybe he could have a book in his left hand.
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Game Room / Re: Minecraft Texture Pack in the works.
« on: December 09, 2010, 07:29:54 PM »
Foxtails and white sand.
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Game Room / Re: Minecraft Texture Pack in the works.
« on: December 09, 2010, 05:35:37 PM »
Hm... Maybe make gravel more gravelly?
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Game Room / Re: Minecraft Texture Pack in the works.
« on: December 09, 2010, 05:14:36 PM »
If the Creepers are gonna be Bob-Ombs, then Zombies need to be Goombas, Ghasts need to be Boos, and Spiders need to be Buzzy Beetles.
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Art Gallery / Re: Drawing Requests! (Open!)
« on: December 05, 2010, 08:18:38 PM »
I guess it can't hurt to get a pic of Arci. Basically pure-white, with two purple markings on each ear, like a broken stripe, and he has blue eyes. Halfway between timber wolf and fennec fox. He usually wears the highest in robotic armor, wielding a broadsword. Or, you could just default to the skirt he seems to now wear in-chat.
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Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 120
« on: December 03, 2010, 09:24:10 PM »
I guess so. And I'm the crazy folfie that seems to be chaotic good.
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Art Gallery / Re: Sketch Requests: VIRMIR-ABUSE
« on: November 23, 2010, 09:10:39 PM »
Virmir being licked by a huge-tongued folf! (And shivering)