Galantine Knight Misticore

Well thank you I have many other pages to go along as well as some different versions and changes I made, they will soon follow. Thank you very much!

I can help with that here is a updated version of your drawing hope it helps out http://i.imgur.com/N9OPdl.jpg I can do the other one if you wish

As the men in uniform dragged me down and out of the ISD my mind was racing. What have I done to be handled like this? Did it have to do with saluting that officer? Was my grandma in trouble? Eventually walking past the lab doors to the sentry guarded gates, I knew that something was very wrong. I struggled to get up but a hard kick was delivered followed by a harsh Russian command. As I entered my eyes saw thousands of body sized vials filled with a glowing blue liquid. My feet dragged across the platforms and below I saw thousands more, some of them being built my mechanics. My heart was beating harder than ever. My sweat made me sick as I was hoisted to my knees with my head pulled back. The next thing I felt was the cold muzzle of a gun to my throat and the yelling of Ariel, “How dare you bring him into this!” The officer that held the gun spoke out, “You have two options, risk his death by your hands or mine.” I saw out of my peripheral vision two men caring out a dissolving corpse with the head of an animal and the body of a human being. Heating up my throat my lunch poured out of my mouth onto one of the officer’s shoes causing him to cuss and strike me in the back of the head. My grandmother cried, “All right, just don’t hurt him anymore.” The officers carried me up to one of the body sized vials and locked me in. I raised my hands to the glass still trying to breathe in through my hot throat. In the process liquid began pouring onto me eating off my clothes and skin. I screamed in horror as blood splattered in all direction causing me to drop down to my knees. My eyes burned with the loss of sight as well as every nerve in my body ceased its painful cry. Relaxation hit me and my head swayed back as I breathed in more of the liquid. Now my mind was raced as my ears filled with liquid. Silence….. The sound of my heart beat is beautiful and steady. The sound becomes more intensified with every beat. As I listen adrenalin kicks in causing my heart to beat faster and louder until the fear of dyeing makes my lungs burst with screams. However my lungs could not scream sense I was drowning now: floating in suspense and agony, as if I was not ready to die. Every second of every minute clicked like an hour had gone by. My head moved dizzily in circles with my neck relaxing at different points. It was torture but a relaxing torture for as my body was being destroyed and yet my mind was still working. Growth was alive in me; the idea that I was overcoming this torture gave me a weird sense of hope. My mouth was being pulled and shaped along with my ears. My feet shriveled into a smaller form and my body altered in both form and condition. I felt stronger and yet weaker in other areas. My legs cracked and rotated along with my ankles. Every motion gave me a sick twitch to my neck as if every blood vessel was exploding and growing anew. My muscles flexed until they tore and grew stronger for the next tear, my heart skipped beats and at one time did a jazz beat. Like water to a flame my skin was washed and then cleaned off. Hairs grew fast and hard many times over. Every pit in my eye popped as it grew bigger and softer. My nose was now tickling with sensation as teeth grew under it. Then a new feeling arrived as my lower back cracked open and a new appendage grew out with bone and flesh. It was as if the tail was already grown from inside my body and then suddenly ejected out. My ears popped and all my senses ceased in life. I was alone in a shell as another walked closer to me. I closed my shell tightly over my mind, yet an ear splitting crack broke my shell in two. In front of my stood a wolf both confused and angry. It charged at me causing me to hit the ground hard. Growling at me with fury I kicked it off with fear and anger. I wanted to kill this wolf, and it wanted to kill me. We exchanged pain and fought. At one time I almost killed it and other times felt death in its jaws. Over time we grew tired and gave up the fight with us both licking our wounds. Then I felt compassion for the wolf and welcomed it to sit by me. With my hand petting its coat our minds become one and I no longer saw myself as just a human anymore, but a man with a wolfs body. “Crack!” What was that? It sounded like the splintering of glass. “Crack!” ................................................................................................. That's page one, tell me what you think hope you enjoyed

Yeah I guess if it has to follow a certain form it must work to those constraints, sorry if the criticism was incorrect for I have little experience in "Roundalet" My poems don't seem to follow any kind of form, they just continue with imagery that I try to build upon a story of some kind. Here is another example of what I mean, Nightmare Paranoid beyond imagination dreams blurred as white foxes dance with their silly tails oh how I wish I were alive to see the crystal green room filled with blue gemstones and red daggers that figit with emotion. Is it not enough this demon sword that strikes my soul causing aggravation and misery like freshly torn black letters thrown into a turqoise fire as if a joke was to long to tell. Will I endeavor through pits filled with silver gray spiders spinning webs made of stars that distract the mind with each rotation of a galaxy. Terrified of deep thought like a cherry swallowed into a green smoothie makes my heart thirsty, but the counter is to high for little arms. Yet this in death is just a dream as I wake up to find the morning air filled with sweet smelling rain. Even then its not over as a prince parries with his purple silk jester. Yeah allot of random imagery thrown together......

So far I have enjoyed reading others poems, Thanks for the complement, I enjoy the rhymes Jim and how you can end the poem effectively, but perhaps try working with a smaller topic if trying to perform this, it seams like your trying to get everything in one poem and its all fighting for attention. I liked the smaller topics of Vagrant and Christmas tree, short and sweetly expressed. When ever I write poetry I try to describe an event without fully revealing it all in one statement. The imagery is also important as it draws out the imagination of the reader. FoxBunny I enjoyed Clay and Two and Done but Birds feels like your trying to explain what the poem means at the end, its better if you leave the reader to find out, cause it will give them something to ponder on. OK enough of my criticism Good work!

Day Dream My home is lost this place runs like a spinning hive lacking the savoring solitude and consumes available distance I eat alone on windy grass crowded with cool dampness of fresh smelling earth as I smile at the buildings. Yet this isolate picture does not contain truth. My mind travels through space to distant battlefields and long avoided dreams, walking towards a hand outstretched before shimmering falls of fire as silver water licks its feet with glaring stars and piercing beauty displays wonders of revolving mystery so fast that it slings back to earth as my eye catches a grass hopper chirping. One of my first poems in poetry class The birds cry in the night Spitting blood on clean cement I still manage to hold the sword back shaking in nervous quake ice on the back of my neck I am frozen with fear like icicles in the wind. Violent winds pick me up as another kick rolls into my gut. falling now from a great height I block another strike to the right quick counter with the heat scraping my blade to his feet he smiles that devilish smile as if rain could turn into steam sound of the blade like thunder crack we see each other’s grin. This battle so afraid I was but now I see the blissful glare as reflection of moon bounces in the night each other’s swing filled with crimsoning light. Cut like butter in a knife ice climbs up my splitting side crying like a child with wounded sight brings me tears of painful might raging stab sings it love as burning hurt fills its grudge standing side to side waiting for the silent thud. The tree in the corner across river of glittering falls gives me one last thought how beautiful was this valiant fought fear in love rage is lost as blood puddle greets the night sky with plain mirror of solid flail so do the birds of this distant tree give their final wail. Silent like the buds of a flower I give into gravity in no sweet sorrow. This was one a little further along in the class hope you enjoy

Yeah its was part of a soviet research project, I don't think it was because farmers wanted tamer foxes, but more of domestication procedures. (from what I read and analyzing of their research)They even had a DNA alteration facility it wasn't just through breeding. When the Soviet Union fell through though they lost funding therefore giving up pelts for cash, but they are still considered a great pet.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enrLSfxTqZ0&feature=player_detailpage Was wondering if anyone was interested in trying to draw one of these considering they are unique and might give you some joy in the process

Maybe you could try showing an alternative way of getting there attention without the discrimination, it helps to try and present the audience with what they think they are after and then help them see the light. Perhaps bring out what they really want from the yiff in another form rather then speculate a way to give them a harsh message such as, "Yiff will not give you the desire you need, only promote the evils your heart desires, try finding the real reason why you view these images, loneliness, rejection or is it a way to understand yourself, either way yiff will only torment you to do more of what makes you feel guilty. Join us now embrace the mercy of God and His forgiveness, and He will lead you on the right path." This message would cover be like a white foreground over something that looks pleasing to the eye but does not give them the complete satisfaction they were wanting from yiff, but would help them to come out of their ways. When they see the image the focus would be trying to see what was hidden, but they would only read the message with urgent curiosity. Kind of like (catching them in the mood).

Well I promise to keep it clean for the younger less mature, and I would be happy to not speak about it any further on your forum if it is a concern. I'm only happy to be here thank you. I was only revealing the truth of how I became a furry and it’s sad to tell it, but hey, that's the route some people take is usually the wrong one before they find some way to understand what they are doing before it gets to be serious and wrong. And if anyone feels compelled to say that they've been wondering why they were following the same path I did, hopefully this will guide them to understand why they think this way and hopefully understand how to examine the situation before too much guilt makes them do things they will regret. It’s a funny thing but guilt is one of the key reasons why people will continue to view inappropriate commit sinful acts because after doing it once, it’s hard to stop and stopping after doing it is trying to pretend the first time never happened when you know that you did it and can’t refuse to explore, which is better if you accept certain reasons for the attraction and try to guide it as you go without turning to the wrong reasons for doing it. But I'm not all about the furry intimacy I like to write stories as well about leading troops and scifi space combat. And not all my stories involve furries it’s only a small part of my life that I just have to accept. Its better to accept it rather than continue to feel needless guilt for something that is normal and should not be the center of attention to the reason why you can’t have a spiritual relationship with Christ. This way I can have a relationship with Him, and help others who may be troubled by these guilt's to come and understand why they are doing it and how to handle it with themselves. Well Thank you again for allowing me to post and I hope that you will not be worried, and allow me to stay on the forum.

I apologize for the long name, but I'm a fantasy writer by heart so.... yeah you get the idea. I love this forum after reading a few posts and wish to share the fact that I am a Christian fur and I am proud of it. For the longest time I have been heartbroken and in tears for what I was interested in, but no more I have found the true reasons for my curiosity and would like to share if anyone is interested. When I was 14 I developed an interest in furry animation as it sparked my interests for studying art. At a more mature age I tried to understand why I was having trouble being intimate. I searched through art and the bible, but it was not expressed. While in college I was disappointed to not find any art that showed true emotions between a couple during intimacy. That was until I came across some furry artists on other non-Christian forums when at that time I fell into guilt and followed a troublesome path until I realized my true desires for examining such intimate art work. It wasn't because I was tempted to sin, but it was to understand what true intimacy really was and how I should go about being intimate. The heat of the passion that truthfully drives a couple to be intimate is what I saw in the art through animal like expressions and ferocity that I saw what they were really focused on was, (pardon me) Getting It On With Each Other with such intensity that both individuals enjoyed. Which is why I feel so many married couples have a problem being intimate. They don't know how to express themselves or know how to act which causes many to be a blank stare and call it civilized or dignified which is wrong. Through my exploration I have developed a reason for having intimacy with someone. Through acceptance and giving in to your most inner desires and not being shy about them which is another reason for why I joined this forum. I'm not trying to express myself through art work, but to find the reason why people are attracted to furry art and why they should not feel ashamed. For there is a reason and I believe it is how God has created us, Remember be fruitful and multiply? He did this not with just us, but through his other creations. But the morality of this world says we are separate from animals and act civilized in all manners. Yet we have trouble with this when it comes to being intimate. The modern world is influencing us to be civilized through sex models and ways to be sexy, but it’s all a cover up until the intimacy occurs and dissatisfaction follows, it confuses us to how we are supposed to act during intimacy and therefore causes problems. However many people view that being a furry is wrong, I wish to question how they view intimacy and what they think is wrong about viewing it through a furry concept. It practically spells it out for you, being a furry is normal to me because it means you are acting like a creature that God has created. Woops forgot to do this! About your fursona: I am an American tested on by Biological alteration code name DWFO (domesticationwhitefoxoperation) In a lab in Russia during the 50's a research operation involving the domestication of animals was ongoing which was later closed at the fall of the soviet union. However the government reopened the project in hopes to control the populaces through domesticating the public to be obedient to the russian government. I was captured and biologically altered with the DNA of a White Russian Fox in a lab for the next two years, over my time and growth I became an animal humanoid. When I was released I was tested to be obedient to all commands given, but there was a flaw, I was able to escape and now race against time in hopes to warn the public of what has happened, yet fear being killed by fear of what I have become, a furry. Age:24 Gender:male Location:Indiana Email: only to those interested Artist/Writer:Both I do impressionist art as well as write novelty Style:Passionate and shy Been to any cons:nope Fav. music:Instrumental guitar music with a Texan beat Likes: Tunafish Dislikes: bacon mixed with syrup Church Denomination:Quaker Anything else: I love video games and have steam