#dimensionhoppinghybrids

[ask-october-fox]

I'll likely loose my finger, but would gently boop the snoot. Maybe add a snickers bar :P

Just saying.

I think this might be the first boop ive gotten this year?? 🤔 +1 boop I will also take that snickers bar. <<

[multi-universal-muses]

Zootopia, hah! Bellum could read the wordplay here, a city of animal utopia, hah! As if.

Bellum had to laugh about it internally and it admittedly wasn't a very kind laugh. Not born out of cruelty or any kind of sasism, but simple blunt reality. This place was a melting pot of different species, but along with that came different needs and struggles, no matter how you pushed it.

Add his own Instance. He was a fox, he was seen as a fox. A weird one, and a tall one, sure, but Bellum didn't deny it. They had a clear idea for the most part, of what he was. So it maybe came as either a surprise or expectation that he had a car that was modified.

Being a more inclined person to go for underground races helped too, and Bellum saw all sorts honestly interesting things that he liked to see. He genuinely checked cars, engines, mufflers and different modifications out of genuine interst. The same was done with his car, and honestly, anyone with some idea could see a good lot of his pieces were custom made to boot.

So he looked at the next one to look at his baby and gave a grunt of greeting and inquiry. Bellum wasn't a big talker anyway.

Privilege is a funny thing.

For all it's seen as an unfair advantage handed by society (which it is), it's not exactly a catch-all or panacea either - at least not to Pawbert.

Oh sure, all that money and prestige packaged with being a Lynxley meant he had access to high quality options like health care and designer clothes and could get away with a lot of shit (in theory).

But all those perks have a way of getting shoved into the background if your rich privileged family treats you like gum stuck to the bottom of their collective shoe.

Perhaps that's why Pawbert felt it a miracle that he got to attend this underground car expo with his older brother, Cattrick. Not for any deep love of cars, mind you - that honor belonged to Cattrick, but for some reason - maybe a rare moment of kindness or a lapse in judgement - the Lynxley heir had seen fit to bring his little brother along.

Honestly, Pawbert didn't mind all that much. Cattrick had toned down the usual bullying and insults towards him beyond a few jabs and warnings to "not embarrass him".

That and the cars here were pretty cool.

Especially this one next to that gnarly-looking fox dude (at least Pawbert thought he was a fox).

"Is this yours by any chance?"

[warhornofgondor]

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Chancing a few more steps, he came closer to the creature. It did not sound like a servant from the Dark Lord. They do not offer quips in response, only the sharp end of dagger, sword, or arrow. This voice, though rough-edged, held a distinct, almost mocking, cadence.

"I may have lost everything, but I have no intention to rob you."

The silence stretched, thick and heavy, as they took each other's measure. The creature remained unmoving. Boromir felt a prickle of unease, a sense of being watched, analyzed. The sword, with a soft, metallic whisper, slid back into its sheath. A calculated move, a show of hesitant trust. But if the other man, or whatever it was, wished to attack him, Boromir was not certain it was a fight he would win. There was an unsettling stillness about the figure, a coiled energy that spoke of hidden power.

"Are you familiar with this land?"

[murdxrxfcrxws]

@dimensionhoppinghybrids Said: Ivy offers Styx an apple. He looks kike he could use something to munch on. The fix offering the treat has green fur, and red leaf life ears. By all means, she looks to be a druid in all but name. A staff rests on her arm, her dress homespun but comfort.

"I hope you're having a nice day sir." She offers.

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Perked up! quite surprised to receive a gift. a gentle smile on his face " Oh, why thank you Miss. " he'd end up splitting the apple in half, only to give one side back to her.

" I hear that foods tastes best when shared. "

[dayglow-company]

While Joseph, Miran and Moriko all talked, something... Weird happened. Weirder then usual. There was a glow that came from Joseph. A glow that was connected through a tether that had been connected to him by Qi and the many wonders that it brought by masters of its craft. It snagged him and the other two, and then, like a fishing rod, pulled them roughly to a reality they were not supposed to be in.

They landed roughly in front of great stone walls and a gate with fractal protections and inlaid with images of many kitsune bowing and scraping on the floor in either worship, or in deference.

They were certainly not in Kansas anymore.

The feeling was strange and before either of them could do anything they were yanked away. A normal day now turned upside down as the two barely had time to think before they arrived, and what they saw they couldn't believe.

Moriko and Miran recognized this from stories that they use to be told and read. This was a lot like what they thought ancient human sects might look like. The two were a bit in awe, and a bit ashamed that they were in simple clothing. Though the images did make them feel a little uncomfortable.

"Joseph, we should be careful here. Something powerful has brought us here, and this might be our ancestors afterlife." Miriko said hoping he'd take her caution seriously.

[paleobird]

@dimensionhoppinghybrids liked for a kitty starter!

"Ho there, friend!"

Tiyeri hopped down from an awning overhead to land in front of Dave, demurely dusting off her shirt with one hand and idly spinning her cane with the other.

"You might want to take the other street. Waiting for a certain someone to pass by, you see, and I'd hate for someone to get caught in the crossfire!"

[unmeisenshi]

Bellum had heard of Ihsahns past, or some of it. Knew what he was too.

Bellum wasn't the best at pep talks. So, he had gone to someone he knew that maybe could talk to the Salazzle.

He had asked Poseidon to come in and maybe talk to him. Poseidon was a Vaporeon, a tall boy, about the same size as his father, so tall. Broad shouldered, wearing simple shorts with palm leaf patterns and decor, and a flowery summer shirt it looked like, it was open with buttons. Other than that he was without a t shirt underneath. So Ihsahn and others could see he was muscular, like he worked out a lot. He smelled of fish, the sea.

"Yo!" He offered in greeting.

Ihsahn was outside of the house, training with his fan weapons. He was swinging his left fan when Poseidon called out to him, and was startled by the sudden appearance of someone new. Ihsahn shrieked, stumbling and falling over.

"H-Hello..." Ihsahn replied meekly, looking up at the Vaporeon before him. "H-How can I help..."

[kittensxkunais]

This might be a mistake. Might be a biiiiig mistake. Asheville was a place that he only remembered as the place where things had... Honestly gone wrong.

Meddling gods, no really. Really _meddling_ gods and a heartbreak and kidnapping. Dave had locked this place away from others for a reason. But they'd gome behind his back.

He'd distance himself. For now from those who had.

But there still remained one little thing. He was curious as to what was going on.

He was hiding himself from the gods. So as long as he didn't do anything stupid, he was fine.

As to what he was doing? Well he was trying not to internally scream, because he disliked cities. More for the noise than anything.

He looked like he was like a simple man on the outside. Pale skinned, but with the same purple hair and uncanny dark and light blue eyes, like a change in the ocean.

Same dress too. Kinda hard to change that. In straight up senses? He looked foreign. Japanese actually.

@dimensionhoppinghybrids

| 猫 |—        How long had it been since Felix first arrived in Asheville? Gods know. All the Yokai knows is that so much has happened during her time that life certainly wasn't going to be the same again for her.

She had certainly adapted to life here - it was far different to the life had led back home in Japan. She couldn't see herself opting to return home but, it wasn't like she wanted to. She'd found her place in Asheville, a new family and love.

Felix was walking through the town on a drinks run, her illusion veil in full force, when she had clocked him. She came to a stop and just stared for a moment, a slight furrow to her brow.

A tourist? From home?

The girl kept her distance, debating on whether to approach or not, offer some help if it was needed? She couldn't decide so continued to keep her distance and simply observe.