Introduction
It was a cold night, the sky clear and crisp. The trees, still bare, but budding in the early spring, shone in the moonlight, the colors dulled down to silvery grays, whites and some even black. The moon was waning itself, about half-full. In the cool air, the sound of a single set of hooves could be heard, thudding on the frosted ground. It was a white unicorn with black points. She had a lot of jewelry on, a silver bracelet around her horn, legs and tail with an emerald in the middle. Her horn was jet black and long, about 2 feet. She had her mane and feathers braided, tied with a bit of green string, the same color as the emeralds. In all of the silver rings, behind her ear, in her beard braid, on a string about her neck, and in her tail was a black feather. Also around her neck was a leather thong with a round emerald. The same type of emerald also hung from two of the braids in her mane, and her tail. She had a silver ring in her ear, and an emerald stud in the other, as well as her lip. She was long and lithe, like a lioness, her hooves where split, like a goats, her tail like a lion’s, long and bare but for a tassel at the end. Her eyes where green, and the triangular stripes on her flanks, forelegs, neck, cheek and back where the same color, emerald green. She had a black leather pouch around her waist. It had two straps, studded with emeralds, two round emeralds on leather thongs between each strap, and an emerald for the button to close it. There where many small round emeralds on thongs, hanging from the edges of the pouch.
Above the unicorn flew a bird. It was like a cross between a parrot and a crow, unique to this land. It had a small silver ring around each black leg, the base of his tail, and the main flight feather, all with an emerald in them. His black beak had an emerald stud in it, and around his neck was a round emerald, on a leather thong, like the unicorns, but smaller. He was all black, but for triangular green stripes on his back, legs, chest and cheek. The end feathers of his tail where green, as was the flight feathers of his wing and the crest on his head. His eyes where green also.
It seemed like they where made together, for they wore the same stone and both had the same type of markings, all in the same color. They also gave off a vibe of being a team, and the bird’s wings flapped with the unicorn’s beating hooves.
Speaking of that…
The unicorn’s sides heaved, blaring white in the moonlight. Her hooves thudded against the earth, and her partner, the bird, flew above her. They went fast, running for their lives. The bird’s eyes where wide and panic-stricken, while the unicorn’s rolled in their sockets, as a horse’s does when they are spooked. What had started them running in such terror, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you….
Luna and Noctis
Of
The West Side Patrol
Across the crisp, clear night, a howl rang. It was the slow and mournful howl of the wolf. It was closer and closer.
“It’s wolves Luna! We can’t get away from them, we have to fight!” The bird cried.
The white unicorn, apparently named Luna, snorted in anger. She stopped, and the bird nearly slammed into her neck. She turned and snorted again. “But that’s just it Noctis! It’s a whole pack of wolves! We can’t fight them! All we can do is run!”
Then there was the crack of a twig in the forest and Luna whirled around, seeing many glowing eyes.
“Too late.” Noctis whispered, watching the eyes closely.
From the shadows came a ruddy brown wolf. He was taller than most wolves, and around his neck was a necklace of claws. He had many scars, across his back, face, legs, ears and everywhere else. Luna immediately recognized him as Bone; he was one of the smaller Pack Leaders, and always causing trouble, raiding farms, killing innocent animals, and other crimes. Bone then spoke.
“Ahh… Lookit what we got here, boys. Onea them unicorns and her pet birdy"
I wrote that for a privios fursona of mine, Luna, a unicorn. That was long befor I ever knew you. Then, I changed back into manticore by wishes of Fidel. But I tired of being a manticore, and so decided to be a lion, and that you can read on this thread. I decided to take the colors of Luna dn put them on a fat anthro lion, and she was christained Terra.
I gues what they say in ED is true, the only things people have to do around here is go around Bawwing about how people stole their fursonas.
ChickenSmoothie [1]Lesser known hangout for furfags, otaku, 16 year old girls and all sorts of other unsavory characters. The entire forum is a Lolcow ripe for the milking. Badly needs more trolling for the lulz. Rather low in drama, except for the occasional skirmish between twelve year old furries. Especially note the Otherkin Thread.More fun to be had in Adults 18+ Chat, where idiotic members talk about "mature" topics, and the General Chat, which mostly consists of little girls whining about their lives. The members of ChickenSmoothie are obsessed with two things: Dogs, and proving that people have stolen their dogs. A day will not go by in this community without one Furfag accusing another of Art theft, usually based on using the same pose. (Because you can definitely draw millions of dogs without copying poses, amirite?) "Art theft" has gotten so out of hand on CS that the Mini-mods have made the members a helpful guide!!! on how to properly reference photos of wolves. Because there is such a lack of real drama on CS, the members are reduced to accusing each other of art theft, scribbling on the terrible oekaki, and bickering about their fursona's colors all day, every day.
Furthermore, the white with black points is very atterctive and popular, and it's no wonder I picked the same sort of thing. Now, does my fursona have a black side? Nope. Does she have bat wings? Nope. Is she a wolf? Nope. She is a fat white lion with black points and green triangular stripes that can shapeshift into other animals. I did not steal your fursona, and nor would I want to. That bat-wolf, no offense to you, buit I don't have time to come up with a better name, doesn't look like someone I could relate to very well.
I did not steal yoyr fursona, and I have evidence.
I also hope this doesn't inturrupt Sea and Brandon's romance
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The artist made a mistake and forgot to add his black muzzle. >.>
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