Hyena Pups by Achim Juvenile Spotted Hyenas / Tüpfelhyänen (Crocuta crocuta) - Large On Black Masai Mara National Reserve, Kenya, Africa
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@hyenakidd
Hyena Pups by Achim Juvenile Spotted Hyenas / Tüpfelhyänen (Crocuta crocuta) - Large On Black Masai Mara National Reserve, Kenya, Africa
A fluffy, furry Friday to you !!
people being interested in my oc
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"Yo you," Kidd leaned against the doorframe of the dining room, picking their teeth with a toothpick as their tongue lulled out of their mouth. "I hear you's a pretty good fighter."
Hell’s Chef was setting up the tables for tonight’s dinner when the other interrupted him. His eyes narrowed a bit as he looked at the hyena. “I don’t fight, I’m a chef. Although… I am tough when I need to be.”
The chef wasn’t surprised to see the other challenging him. He’s heard a guest here and there talking about how much of a nuisance the hyena could be with her habit of picking fights. Although he was interested in why the other wanted to. Hell’s Chef was almost twice her height and easily outweighed her many times over… what did she think she could possibly do to him?
He simply scoffed in reply, setting the silverware at each seat. “Nice try, kid. As you can see, I’m busy.”
“B-but...” The beast seemed incredibly upset at his refusal to fight. Kidd huffed, walking further into the dining room. She hunched over on all fours and approached him carefully, placing her wet, dog-like nose to one of the plates and sniffing.
“If I help you set up for dinner, will you fight me?” She asked/
"Yo you," Kidd leaned against the doorframe of the dining room, picking their teeth with a toothpick as their tongue lulled out of their mouth. "I hear you's a pretty good fighter."
Hell’s Chef was setting up the tables for tonight’s dinner when the other interrupted him. His eyes narrowed a bit as he looked at the hyena. “I don’t fight, I’m a chef. Although… I am tough when I need to be.”
The hyena grinned, stepping a bit closer. She had heard about this guy, how brutal he was and what a hair-trigger temper he had. He was perfect, he was big, he was strong, he would make an excellent opponent.
“F-fight…” his face twisted into a huge, unsettling grin. “You’ll fight me, right? Fights are fun, I like fights.”
Laughing Hyena by Ondřej Mikšovský.
Psst.
hay
I’m back.
I was gonna draw and color this much better, but ehhhh i’m tired of it. Anyway, here’s my gemsona: Gold Druzy Quartz. Her gem, as it’s not all that apparent, is the beard thing on her chin.
Much like Rose Quartz, Gold Quartz decided to stay on Earth to defend the planet from the invading gems. Unlike Rose, who did it out of love, however, Gold did it sheerly out of a superiority complex. To the humans where she had initially invaded, they worshipped her like a god, building statues, monuments, and even offering her sacrifices. She led hundreds of humans into the war, who gladly gave their lives for her and for their planet.
It is unknown if Gold Quartz survived the gem war, but some say that one can see a beautiful golden woman wandering the desert in search of the humans she led long long ago…
Look at my art
//im sorry im never on here jeez.
This took way longer than it should have.
This guy is just too cool
I don't exactly remember what the context behind this picture was, but have a scribble of Judgement Boy with legs.
Baby Hyena’s are the best.
If you are having a bad day, my advice to you is to please go to google image search and type in “sleeping hyena.” Please. Do it for your health.
(sources: x x x x x x x x x)
Hyena portrait by Knut Børge Strøm
Striped Hyena by JasonParis // CC license 2.0
Beautiful Hyena by Olivier Durieu
Eyes wide and sparkling, Hyena Kidd slowly reaches out for the knob of a nose. "Ooooo, coool~!"
"No wait don’t even touch that, my dear!" he found himself pleading, he grabbed their hand with a wild look on his face, "It’s degrading!" he realized what he sounded like and let go.
"Goodness I sound just LIKE that wretched man!" he raved at himself, ruffling his hair in irritation.
"Ol’ Greg?" The hyena’s eyes widened, pawing at him experimentally. "Why are you a record guy? I’ve never even seen this guy walkin’ around da hotel b’fore, I thought you was some new guy!"
"Because he is nothing but a nuisance, he stays out in the graveyard being useless there," he waved a hand and grunted, "I refuse to allow such a pain inside my hotel."
The animal nudged closer to him and sniffed. "Huh... I thought I smelled Dead Bodies on ya. He must get in lots of fights. Do you think Record Man would be good in a fight?"
Eyes wide and sparkling, Hyena Kidd slowly reaches out for the knob of a nose. "Ooooo, coool~!"
"No wait don’t even touch that, my dear!" he found himself pleading, he grabbed their hand with a wild look on his face, "It’s degrading!" he realized what he sounded like and let go.
"Goodness I sound just LIKE that wretched man!" he raved at himself, ruffling his hair in irritation.
The beast simply tilted their head in confusion, “Sound like who, Record guy?” they asked. “Yo, record guy, you play records, right? I got this wicked Led Zeppelin in my room I stole from the jukebox upstairs. If you play it for me, I’ll let you beat me in a fight.”
Gregory pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’m NOT ‘record guy’, my dear,” he groaned, “I’m GREGORY trapped in this wretched shell!”
He looked at himself in judgmental disgust and horror. He always ended up in people he hated.
"Ol' Greg?" The hyena's eyes widened, pawing at him experimentally. "Why are you a record guy? I've never even seen this guy walkin' around da hotel b'fore, I thought you was some new guy!"