Slinky2891
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- Nov 6, 2008
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Hey everyone I tried this thread a while back and I'm trying to revive it. The world is a med-evil theme with magic. I'm looking for either one female or a small group if more people are interested. The only restriction on characters is that it be a furry. Other than that I'd love to see what you come up with. PM me if you have any questions
As I sat at one of the corner tables in the Horney Unicorn, a seedy little tavern at the far edge of the town, I wondered if anyone would answer the call I placed with the local thieves guild. The tables next to me were all empty. This wasn't surprising, people tend to give a 7 foot bear wearing a great sword strapped to his back his space. I suppose I am somewhat intimidating but I wouldn't call myself frightening. I have muddled brown fur, broad shoulders, and large arms. My only scar visible through my fur is on the left side of my face. Three claw marks run from the bottom of my left eye to my muzzle, most people know better than to ask about its origin. My size can be somewhat of an inconvenience however, I have to turn sideways to get through most doors, most chandlers shudder when I'm in the room, and many chairs where not made for someone with my frame. But whatever inconvenience it may cause, I'm proud of my stature and of the heritage that gave it to me.
I began to scan the overfilled common room of the inn. The innkeeper was a pig of about 40 years of age, bustling drinks and food from table to table. How he managed to weave his girth trough the mass of tables and patrons is an unsolvable mystery. The room was filled with the usual assortment of patrons, ranging in age and species. There was a group of woolly sheep gathered around one the the tables struggling to decide what drinks to order. Every time one of the two rams would suggest an option, all the sheep would instantly agree, then the other ram would suggest another option and all the sheep would agree with him. So it went back and forth. There were bulls and cows, foxes and hounds, and an assortment of pigeons and other birds all trying desperately to carry on their own business in the loud atmosphere. My eyes rolled as they scanned over the pare of rabbits mating the corner. Mating in public is not necessarily taboo but is considered somewhat rude in such a crowded place, but rabbits will be rabbits. As I attempted to block the female rabbits moaning from my mind, I noticed the door to the inn open and I knew the thieves guild had answered my call.
http://images.elfwood.com/art/r/i/rickygolden/bear.jpg
As I sat at one of the corner tables in the Horney Unicorn, a seedy little tavern at the far edge of the town, I wondered if anyone would answer the call I placed with the local thieves guild. The tables next to me were all empty. This wasn't surprising, people tend to give a 7 foot bear wearing a great sword strapped to his back his space. I suppose I am somewhat intimidating but I wouldn't call myself frightening. I have muddled brown fur, broad shoulders, and large arms. My only scar visible through my fur is on the left side of my face. Three claw marks run from the bottom of my left eye to my muzzle, most people know better than to ask about its origin. My size can be somewhat of an inconvenience however, I have to turn sideways to get through most doors, most chandlers shudder when I'm in the room, and many chairs where not made for someone with my frame. But whatever inconvenience it may cause, I'm proud of my stature and of the heritage that gave it to me.
I began to scan the overfilled common room of the inn. The innkeeper was a pig of about 40 years of age, bustling drinks and food from table to table. How he managed to weave his girth trough the mass of tables and patrons is an unsolvable mystery. The room was filled with the usual assortment of patrons, ranging in age and species. There was a group of woolly sheep gathered around one the the tables struggling to decide what drinks to order. Every time one of the two rams would suggest an option, all the sheep would instantly agree, then the other ram would suggest another option and all the sheep would agree with him. So it went back and forth. There were bulls and cows, foxes and hounds, and an assortment of pigeons and other birds all trying desperately to carry on their own business in the loud atmosphere. My eyes rolled as they scanned over the pare of rabbits mating the corner. Mating in public is not necessarily taboo but is considered somewhat rude in such a crowded place, but rabbits will be rabbits. As I attempted to block the female rabbits moaning from my mind, I noticed the door to the inn open and I knew the thieves guild had answered my call.
http://images.elfwood.com/art/r/i/rickygolden/bear.jpg
