[vel]

base/fur: plush (ofc)
ears: teddy
tail: cat


im on a roll!!! what!!!! a little sunrise tiger! this one was made from a randomized moodboard! if its not obvious i love the plush base with my whole heart<3 if you'd like to claim, feel free to drop a little lore and i'll take a look through in a day or so and pick!
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[BlueEyedKite]

No. That is Derpy. and this is an amazing fable love your work <3<3

[ExVenor]

A BABY !!!

Gotta get a lil bid in here.

Named either Teplo (meaning warmth) or Kozeni (meaning warming) or both, I'm indecisive lol. but will use Teplo for the writing for now so it isn't confusing haha

He is always giving off warmth, the kind of warmth you feel when picking up a rock that was sitting in the sun all day or holding a warm hot chocolate on a chilly day. He just feels like _comfort_ anytime you get near him. He stays in Northern Evra specifically for its cold temperatures, he wanders the cold forests and mountains like a spirit directing lost souls back to home. At night some edges of his fur look like a flickering candle flame, often a beacon for people stuck in a blizzard or near freezing.

He thought he was the only one saving the creatures and people in the woods until he met Kaviir. The large Fable looked at him oddly at first and Teplo returned that look as floating cats came into view. "Huh."

"Hello, sorry I thought you were an odd cat from up high. You're bigger than I thought now that we're closer." the antlered fable said, "These are my friends Kira, Kylo, and Arkles...Do you need any help? I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"Its my first time coming to this area, there was a village being terrorized by repeated avalanches just over the Conta Mountain." he tilts he head slightly, "Do you collect odd cats or something?"

"No...Maybe? Haha" he shakes his head, "I just like helping cats, I own a manor nearby and take them to get warm and fed. Some like to leave, others stay, so I just keep an eye out. We've helped a few other animals a time or two, but its mostly cats."

"Okay." Teplo stands a bit awkward now, "I didn't catch your name?"

"Kaviir!" he says happily, "and your's?"

"Teplo." is the reply, "Well...I'm going to keep walking now."

"Ah, apologies for interrupting you!" Kaviir says raising his wings to go back into the sky, "If you ever want to stop in feel free, just look for the black Manor to the west."

Teplo closes he eyes as the flap of the large wings stirs up the snow on the ground, He looks up when he can no longer feel the rush of wind on his fur and his new friend(?) is gone.

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The next time he meets Kaviir, he spots the flying fable first seeing the sparkle of light reflecting off his antlers. Arkles, the cat with wings, notices Teplo looking up at them and dives down to say hello. The cat havered over him for a moment but seems to feel the radiating warmth and drops onto Teplo's back. He snorts to himself when he feels the rumbling purrs against his spine as the feline burrows into the plush heated bed he's discovered. Teplo keeps walking, keeping an eye to the sky to track the other Fable in case he notices his friend is missing. He can't keep a small smile off his face at the sleepy kitty riding him, once in a while lil claws prick as Arkles holds on during sudden movements. He was so at peace he forgot to keep an eye on the cat's guardian.

"Arkles! There you are. Gods, you never do this" Teplo startles at the sudden voice behind him.

He turns around to see the fluffy white and orange fable tucking his wings into his sides with an annoyed look on his face. "Oh, its okay. He was with me the whole time."

While he is speaking the other two cats float over to inspect their brother and now Teplo has 3 cats settling into his warm fur. Kaviir blinks at the scene before him, clearly surprised by this odd behaviour. He moves closer to the other fable so they are standing side-by-side and then laughs.

"I see what's going on now." he touches his muzzle on the shoulder of the striped fable, "You're warm."

Teplo has a distinct feeling that if Kaviir was small enough he'd be curling up next to his cats. Trying to keep his amusement in check as Kaviir seems to be unintentionally leaning more and more into his side and that warmth.

"Flying must be pretty cold..." he murmurs.

The taller Fable hums in response, eyes closed as he basks in the heated aura coming off Teplo. He doesn't seem to realize he's completely pressed against his side now, putting more weight on the slightly shorter Fable. They stand like that for a few seconds until Teplo has to adjust his stance or risk falling over under the weight of Kaviir's lean. The movement startles Kaviir into standing back on his own legs and looking a bit embarrassed.

"Ah, apologies. I didn't even realize I was..." he clears his throat looking away.

"Its okay." Teplo assures him.

"Well...I'm going to go back to flying now." he starts trotting ahead before stretching out his wings and taking back to the air.

Teplo snorts to himself as he starts flying away, apparently so mortified by the accidental cuddle session he's completely forgotten about his cats. Cats who seem to have no issue being left behind in with this warm and fluffy Fable.

"Up you go, guys," he gives a small shake to disturb them further, "you'll be left behind."

It takes a few minutes but the trio does eventually stand and do their stretches before taking to the air, the white one, Kira, makes sure to give him a little headbutt before chasing after her brothers. Teplo watches them go to catch up with Kaviir and smiles to himself again, maybe he should go seek out that black manor to the west...

[PeepinBones]

my jaw is on the floor

[vanilla bean.]

im in LOVEEEEE holy moly lemme drop some lore

[Alantica]

Slaps down a mark. Vel all your fable designs been elite so far but this one has my heart <3 I will add some lore soon tm

Here my idea so far, might add to it later. Maybe lol.

The equilibrium of serenity hangs at a balance as the soothing north winds sails through the mountains. A fable tinged in blue, coat of the sunrise peeking through the mountains.

Legends once told of a martial master unmatched in prowess. Their moves, elegant and beautiful, stunning watchers who beg to be their disciple. Yet with all the gifts and cries, he never took in a student for he feared their intentions impure. Unaffiliated masters are ones being looked down upon and scorned by the orthodox sects, feeling threatened by those they can not control.

When the war broke out, the cries of the people grew louder, this time asking for protection. The master was hesitant but heeded to the plea of the people. He fought alongside allies to protect the people only to be betrayed by those same “allies”. The sadden master’s cries fell onto deaf ears as their greed blinded them as once the all mighty had fallen, they could take his place.

The master with all his might, fought back only to grasp at a sliver of hope. It was enough, as he held on tight and disappeared from the world, taking all the knowledge and skills with him.

The mountains soothed his broken heart, waiting for a day he would be forgotten by the world. Only then can he return, as someone else.

-~-~-~-

A terrified shout echoes into the silent night. He jolts up from the bed, his mind still clouded as he relives his worst memories. The gripping pain of betrayal is as fresh as the day it all happened, its stab more stinging than the blade that slashes his flesh. Their rabid eyes glaring with deep desires for his demise. Those who he once trusted, ones who he protected, ones who gave him hope, only to thrust him deep into the depths of darkness.

The sun begins to peek through the mountain range, casting a warm comforting light. Dispelling the cloud dread that has begun to consume him. He sighs, acknowledging that healing is a non linear process. Some days will just be crippling and maybe one day it’ll just be a bad day.

[knickknacks]

I"M GOING TO SCREAM plush base my beloved...

OKAY here I am again refining my notes a little more while I've got the time. this will still be super ultra unstructured though

-namewise... I am still workshopping, sometimes it takes me awhile to find one that suits. I was initially thinking Cygnus for a constellation name, but the tiger inspo has me considering Byakko or some variation thereof as well. Still deciding!

-they would be a member of House Soloron, which in our fable world is a minor house living in the farthest northern peaks. They strive to be as close to the stars as possible, living out highly structured and ritualistic lives dictated by the readings of the stars. On days of eclipses, when the stars shine brightest in lieu of the moon, the head starseer of Soloron will make their grand readings for the year. The results of these starcharts will be encoded into law- sometimes entailing things for fables to avoid, or look forward to, or signs of favor on some family or another. That head starseer is Mensa, , this guy's boss.

-the relationship between this dude and Mensa is. complicated. To be a guard/advisor to the head starseer one must be a talented star reader themself- so this fable is a character who would have been in school with his now-superior, a member of the upper echelons of Soloron who witnessed her unprecedented rise to power and was awarded a place at her side by virtue of his good standing.

-They have always believed in the will of stars, but after so many years by Mensa's side their devotion to that cause has become tangled with devotion for Her, as well. That's right folks. Tormented bodyguard romance(?????-adjacent? there's a LOT of emotions going on there but unclear abt it being strictly romantic or not) and being torn over one's duty!! When forced to a breaking point of aligning with the one fable he knows best or the more farawy and abstract cause they both serve, would he not pick the one that is closer and more familiar? Would not anyone? But that would be sacrilege of the highest kind, so he keeps it to himself. Melancholic devotion ahoy. They are both bound to the stars and there will but sometimes he thinks he would rather be subject to her will than to that of the stars.

All that to say hi vel if you give this fable to me I will torment them emotionally a little bit </3 sorry </3 personal attachment vs impersonal duty, crisis of faith, trying to figure out some semblance of purpose and love for yourself when everything you have ever done has been structured and preordained, all that good stuff.

[molotov]

vel your designs are a treasure to the eye. i’m loving the variety you are supplying with each new addition. the color on this one is delightful, i would very much like to eat them. something about your designs have such a satisfying softness to them, and you are able to capture the inspiration so accurately. it’s always such a pleasure to see your art, marvelous work <3

[Cheeb]

such a cutie omg, i love the purple hues created by the stripes!! your designs are always so lovely and pleasing to the eye!

[astral.]

oh my whole heart <3

I would love to claim them omg ;v;

Lore idea;

Leaning on the name Asteria or maybe Asterin <3

Known as the "Moon Bearer" or "Moon Ferry" or "Moon Fairy" and similar variations of this.

Courier of woven dreams and futures, shuttling between Casimir’sloom and the mortal realm.

Moonlight is the “threadline.” They step into reflections (puddles, glass, a blade’s sheen) that hold the moon and emerge where that same moonlight is cast.

Casimir knots silver thread around each message- the knot glows like a waypoint only the Moonferry can see.

Moon Phases & Limits:

- Full Moon: many gates open; travel is effortless.
- Quarter Moons: narrow paths; costs focus and time.
- New Moon: no direct crossings. must use stored moonlight in charms or wait.

Each crossing sheds a memory like a flake of frost. They keep a pocket-book of borrowed truths to write back what they forget.

Their pale mane stores a single moon-charge. They can release it to brighten a reflection into a doorway for one heartbeat.

Thwir blue stripes align to the nearest safe moonline, so when danger is near, they misalign.

There are a few unwritten rules that are absolute:

1) No reading, no mending. A courier must not peek or alter the weave.
2) One bearer, one burden. Carrying more than seven dreams at once risks tangling the paths.
3) Return the slack/remainder. Unused thread must be surrendered to Casimir before dawn.

A limtle tale:

Moonlight ladders along her stripes, each band turning into a road.
She tests the puddle with a careful hoof. The surface holds, not water now, but mirror-skin.
Seven silver knots warm against her throat ribbon. One hums like a lullaby. She steps, weightless, running the light as if it were silk pulled tight across the street.
Frost-motes shake from her tail plume, her memories loosening at the edges.
"Peach", she mouths, and writes it in the neck-book as she rises from a spoon’s reflection into a kitchen’s quiet blue.

A sleeping fable foal turns. The knot slips under her lashes like tide.
Outside, a parked car’s window winks with the false moon.
The Moonferry lifts her plume, spills a blush of moonlight, and walks the true path home <3