KotaWhen I was feed full to my head of humanity and how humans are in general, I lost all of my respect and push to continue. Then some time later, I ended up seeing furries across the web and a few I'd met. I liked what I saw and ended up following their fandom, even though they have a badly stereotypical reputation of horrible things. Through some time, it just wasn't enough to keep me up. Then I realized being a real wolf would seperate me as far as I wanted from society. Thus, Kota had been born; an alternative and happier me.
Muffin-First two paragraphs are a real story to the buildup of Muffin's starting personality...
Last year, I had a loving companion that I adopted out of a muddy and poorly kept pin and family. I felt sorry for him, he was already a few weeks old and very abnormally tall for his age too. He had the prettiest innocent silver eyes and blue-steel fur topping on his redish-tan majority. He sat in my lap all the way home... gazing up at me in fear with his muddy legs and back.
He ended up trusting me wonderfully, and loving me as I loved him. We treated each other as if we were both of each other's kind: sometimes bathing together, we shared meals freshly (no scraps), we slept with each other, and we cared and looked for each other. We lasted almost a full year until a bad storm hit, and a car with a speeding driver swerved and took Muffin.
Muffin's spirit is passed on into the realms of FeralHeart, with his new ability to fly. Muffin explores the darkest and longest parts he can while trying to find his way home, only yet to find out this shepherd has lost his sheep and pack forever.
