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furry storytelling / Re: Iara's Writing Corner-Prompt Challenge!
« Last post by Iara Warriorfeather on June 16, 2018, 02:08:40 pm »
Through the Arctic

Eloise raised her paws to protect her muzzle as a bitter cold wind howled past her ears, biting at them as it whipped by. She had been making her ascent all morning, the steel ladders slippery and slick with ice.

She trudged through the blankets of snow, waist deep in it, her skin shivering and fur saturated despite her winter coat, water resistant boots and scarf. She fell multiple times, but her goal was in sight, the hint of blue in the distance like a burning light, a beacon in the cold and dark.

She flexed and relaxed her numb paws, breathing on them occasionally to feel them working again. She took ragged, gasping breaths as the cold air stabbed her throat and lungs. Just another few steps…

Eloise cried out in agonized euphoria as she had finally reached the object buried in the snow. She reluctantly removed her thick gloves and tears sprung to her eyes as the cold whipped her freed paws. She dug frantically, tearing away at the ice as a dog excitedly tears at the earth, hoping for hidden treasure.

The blue monolith was finally freed from the ice, and Eloise quickly replaced her gloves as she held it close to her chest. She turned around, stumbling, and began to make her way toward the steel ladders to start her descent.

Her boots slicked back and she gasped in terror, clinging to the ice covered rails above her and the newfound treasure for dear life. Her scarf unraveled, swaying toward the dark abyss below.

She stood there, paralyzed in fear. Her whiskers quivered, growing heavy with ice at their tips. Her breath steamed on the wind, her nose instantly numb once exposed. The cold and the darkness enshrouded her, the light fading away. She had to hurry down, had to get out of the vast wasteland and return to the warmth and safety of base camp.

Eloise mustered up the courage to continue climbing down, gingerly setting each boot down one rung at a time. Each motion was slow, steady. The monolith nearly slipped from her paws and arms as she descended, but at last her boots touched solid ground.

She was relieved the snowpack had lessened considerably, and gasped for breath. She could feel the warmth beckoning her…the light suddenly beamed all around her, casting everything into faint shadows and bright luminance…

The door was swung wide. The silouhette of a unicorn with a spiked mane blocked out the light momentarily, and Eloise shielded her eyes before offering the monolith as if in sacrifice.

In the distance cheerful music was playing:
I’m still standing
Better than I ever did
Feelin’ like a true survivor
Feelin’ like a little kid


The giant pastel pink unicorn smiled, taking Eloise and the monolith into her huge hooved paw gently.

“Thank you, Eloise,” she nuzzled the mouse kindly, and set her into a waiting hot tub area.

Then, loudly to the rest of the bakery: “Frosting’s here! Let’s get those cupcakes finished up!”
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poetry corner / Re: A journey
« Last post by Iara Warriorfeather on June 16, 2018, 01:21:33 pm »
 :)

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It's not corny at all, it was very touching and I liked it. If you can continue creating more verse I would enjoy reading it!

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general non-furry discussion / Re: What really "grinds your gears"?
« Last post by Old Rabbit on June 16, 2018, 10:07:35 am »
Our politicians all are guilty of using immigrants to  gain votes. They
apparently don't want to fix the immigration issue because they would
loose it as a way to get elected.

This lays shame on our country which was built as a refuge for the poor
and mistreated peoples of the world. People who are looking to  make a
better life for themselves and their children.

It's this desire that makes our country strong. Unfortuantly many of their
descendants have lost sight of their ancestry, and want to place blame
on immigrants for their own failings. This only makes us weaker as a
nation, not greater as the president claims.

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news forum / Re: Trump the GOP and Democrats. A new path or more of the same.
« Last post by Old Rabbit on June 16, 2018, 08:31:01 am »
Well the Trump administration is showing it's white nationalist
roots. Defending the immoral act of ripping babies from their
parents with religious quotes. This shameful act should have our
people in the streets. This could be your children in a future
America controlled by the far right. They would like to take
children away from Gays and anyone who speaks out against
their form of morality.

President Trump said he wanted to be treated the way the
N Korean people must treat their leader. Some how I don't think
most American would be willing to bow and scrape at Trumps feet.
Later he claimed this was a joke. Really? I think every time he
says something that gets a poor response, he calls a joke. It
sure didn't sound like a joke when he said it.

Trump is a autocrat wantabe. Sure single man rule is efficient,
but generally ends up being very unfair to many people. Such
rulers use their own beliefs to rule and punish. Trump and the
GOP leaders are money grubbers who only want to help their
rich supporters.

By the way those of you who are miltary retirees and those
who are disabled. Trump claimed he was raising money for you
when he was running for office. That was a lie. It wasn't untill
he was shamed by the media did he write a check for a million
dollars. Even yet little moneys raised has found its way to the
veterans who need it. Trumps only charity is to his back pocket.
He claimed to love those in the military, but when it comes down
to helping them he isn't around. Trump the billionaire hasn't
donated much of anything to anyone for over a decade.

You can find out more at the following links.
www.msnbc.com

www.investigaterussia.org




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traditional and digital artwork / Re: Iara's Artwork
« Last post by Jade Sinapu on June 15, 2018, 06:47:46 pm »
Understood!  While I do not draw much,  when i do it is on paper with colored pencil and mechanical pencil.  I often draw on 12x9" paper and it doesn't fit my scanner.  So then I wind up photographing them with a DSLR and macro lens while trying to battle lighting and distortion.   I try to use sunlight when drawing and photographing.  (I used to be really into photography. ) The pencil in my hand and the marks on the page are relaxing at times.

Thanks for the info!
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poetry corner / Re: A journey
« Last post by Jade Sinapu on June 15, 2018, 06:29:47 pm »
Thanks!
 (:
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It is supposed to be about the story of how one had a perfect life, living like a free spirited animal .  Then how life changed them, and how they became lost.  Then how a furry-type character pulls them back into life.  Its the first poem I have written in  many years.  Its kind'a corney I admit. :-[
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poetry corner / Re: A journey
« Last post by Iara Warriorfeather on June 15, 2018, 05:12:14 pm »
Love it! Thank you for sharing! Legalize awoo!  :goldhowl: :goldgrin:
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traditional and digital artwork / Re: Iara's Artwork
« Last post by Iara Warriorfeather on June 15, 2018, 05:08:37 pm »
Glad you like them, Jade!

I take photos of the artwork with my phone, then upload them into Photoshop on my computer, do some editing to help with the lighting and what-not, then done!

I used to do more digital art during my MSc. I have a tablet, I just...prefer the catharsis of an actual pen/pencil to paper.
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poetry corner / A journey
« Last post by Jade Sinapu on June 15, 2018, 08:58:54 am »
you can critique / comment if you want.
 i wrote this at work during a lull in work... :-[


Sitting in the daffodils and tulips,
Never feeling useless.
So alive,
At the wonderful age of five.
 
Full of life, magic everywhere.
Everyone you meet, with so much to share.
Dreams of wolf life, so vivid and surreal.
Ask me; I tell you they were real.
 
Hunting, prowling, eating, sleeping.
Perfection! No need for weeping!
 
I was a pup, free and happy.
Not a care in the world.
Now everything’s crappy.
Like something demonic, unfurled.
 
I remember times of yore,
Without so much gore.
Animaniacs, NES, late nights, and the rest.
It wasn’t ever a total bore-fest!
 
Riding my bike, through forest and field.
Coming home by lights end.
Nothing dangerous, no need for a shield.
Living free and happy, no money to spend.
 
I attach my pretty fox tail.
Electricity flowing through me.
Screaming like a banshee.
Running in the yard, before the days of email.
 
Talking to big dogs with my eyes.
My feelings, no need to disguise.
Seeing subtle movements, hearing quiet sounds.
Our communication, knowing no bounds.
 
Friends everywhere, animals galore!
You couldn’t ask for much more!
Family and friends, young, without problems!
Now it seems, only, inner goblins.
 
Where did time go, all the seasons past?
On the winds they did blow, much too fast.
The world took from me what was mine.
…the things that made me shine.
 
Ripped from me, something special.
Inside, it twists me like a pretzel.
Things were perfect, innocent, true.
But now my mind is filled, with putrid grey goo.
 
I resist all that I know to be evil and wrong,
Now I know I must remain headstrong.
Wolf spirit I turn to you now.
Can you save thou?
 
Scratching from deep inside.
An animal caged.
Bursting with rage.
Frightened, alone, terrified…
 
I am lost now… forgot who I am.
Am I a human, or a wolf?
Or a wolf within a human?
 
My eyes open, pupils adjust.
 
From the darkness, a golden light!
Dim at first, then burning bright.
Is it friend or foe?
I do not know!
 
Escape!
 
Backed into a corner.
Senses on fire.
I must not tire.
To me, they are a foreigner.
 
A figure appears, blurry.
Get ready! Hurry!
A familiar smell.
Of what I cannot tell.
 
Paws wrap around my skin,
I feel them against my old fur.
My head begins to spin,
Memories begin to stir.
 
I thought you dead!  Is it you, friend?
Here to rescue me, here to defend?
How I got caged, I don’t recall.
Perhaps it started, when I began to fall.
 
Down, down I tumbled, a few years ago.
No one to cling to, no sis, no bro.
Hunted I was, trapped I became.
Now I am, not the same.
 
But you, holding me now, I know I am saved.
Let’s start again, together this path we can pave.
 
Love me and show me how to love. Let me hold your furry glove.
Nuzzle my face. Can we decrease this space,
Between us?
 
Your form is so appealing. It sends my head reeling!
You heart is so kind, your wisdom so true.
I haven’t met anyone, before like you!
 
Teach me the kindness only you know.
So that the openness of my mind shall grow.
You speak to my inner animal.
And you are something graspable.
Someone to speak to, about different things.
Without the words, designed to sting.
 
You bridge the gap between things conflicting.
With essentially nothing that is restricting.
I desire to be something more.
The idea is yet just a spore.
 
Into a Wolf, I need to transform.
With a burst of light, and a big windstorm.
Pursue it I must, yet people think me crazy.
Just how I will do it, it’s all still hazy.
 
Potions, incantations, medical procedures.
Anything to make people believers,
That I transformed.
 
Your kind has less hate.
Humans could learn something great.
If they would only listen.
In my mind, the idea starts to glisten.

Let me follow you, let me see.
Like you, I must be!

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traditional and digital artwork / Re: Iara's Artwork
« Last post by Jade Sinapu on June 15, 2018, 08:39:52 am »
Whoa!
The details on the feathers and face!  Nice!

(Do you scan images on a flat-bed, or do you photograph?  Or are they digitally created? Sorry if I am asking dumb questions.)
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