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Cataidana (aka Dynamite Grizzly) - “sleepcycle”
Cataidana is my new side-project focusing on more experimental work. I'll still be doing horse music but this'll pop up whenever I need to let loose. Hope y'all like it!
@nine-hundred-and-nine
33 track album
It's finally here! 33 tracks, including all the songs I did about season 6 and every single contribution I made to Pinkamena Party, dating all the way back to 2012. Without them, this album wouldn't have been possible, and I wouldn't be anywhere near the musician I am now. Thank you all for your support, and here's to many more years of pulse-pounding techno beats!
Y’ALL KNOW WHO IT IS
Divination.
Hey so after giving it up for a long time, I’ve decided to get back into art! Here’s a couple of pieces of a middle-eastern inspired fantasy thing I’m doing.
Black-blooded cobra sorceress, Zamarad.
Random boy being mugged by one of the Kyr
The small-time treasure hunter, Ja’Khasan
Cont.
Ja’Khasan telling one of his granny’s stories to the entombed spirit of the terrible gryphon king, Asada Alsama, whom he is now the master of.
MDGLee did a mix of my recent EP! Go check it out, they did a great job!
The longer they drove, the more it all began to blend together; clubs she'd be too nervous to enter, theaters she could't afford, alleys she was certain hid danger, it was a miracle no one ever got lost. Johnny slowed to a stop at a crosswalk, "Hey, so, anywhere you wanna go?" Gestal blinked at the tacky sign advertising the building next to them. She instinctively shied away from the waves of people pouring in and out, even as the aroma of greasy restaurant food arrived on her muzzle and made her empty stomach roar. Johnny looked back, "Hungry? This place has great burgers." Gestal did not answer. She couldn't. Among the sea of people, being in the cab only made her feel more visible. Every passerby was another reason to shrink into her cloak until she was hidden. She wasn't on the streets, she was back at home, wrapped up in her sheets, alone. It told Johnny all he needed to know, "Hmm...alright, I get it. Don't worry, I've got just the place." he said with a grin, kicking the cab into high gear. The longer they drove, the more the noise and light around them began to diminish. A quick peek from under her hood revealed a quiet, residential area, lined only with houses and the occasional store. With the crowds gone, Gestal unfurled, taking in the sights once more. The streets were barren, lit only by dim lampposts. All was quiet aside from the rumbling of the cab. Even the stars were easier to see. Johnny noticed her awe, "Heh heh, don't come to this area often? Nice, ain't it? But, I haven't showed you the pièce de résistance." he said, turning a corner and pulling into a small, circular plaza. He parked near the sidewalk and jumped out, gesturing for her to follow. Gestal gasped as he led her to the gargantuan fountain in the center of the plaza. Up close, she was free to marvel at the stone statue sitting atop it. It depicted Eiswald's founders in such great detail, she walked right up to the edge to get a closer look. Below was a well, going at least ten feet deep. It held no water, but was littered with coins at the bottom. "Wow..." she whispered. "Yep. Beautiful." said Johnny. Gestal shut her eyes and let herself be enveloped by the gentle, winter breeze. There was no noise, no bright lights, no people. Unbelievable that Eiswald could have such a place, if only due to a friendly stranger. Strangely, Eiswald no longer seemed like such a nightmare. She was at peace for the first time since she could remember, not even flinching when Johnny drew an arm over her shoulder. "This is nice." Gestal sighed. "Glad you like it." he said, pulling her close, "...that'll be 300 bills." Gestal's eyes snapped open, "What?" "You heard me. 300 bills." said Johnny, no longer sounding so friendly. "But you said--" There was a loud click. Johnny pulled a switchblade from his sleeve and held it's tip to her neck, "I said I'd drive you to the bar for free. I did, and then you had me drive you all around the city." She tried to back away, but Johnny kept a firm grip, "I...I don't have any money!" "...hmph." Without warning, Johnny grabbed the end of Gestal's cloak and shoved her over the edge into the fountain well. She would have fallen in had he not kept his grip. Johnny placed a boot on her back, "Do you think I'm an idiot?" "N-no?" He drove his foot into her hard enough to make her wail, "Do you think I'm an idiot?!" "Aggh! I swear! I really don't have any money!" "I watched you buy a drink, you moron!" Johnny seethed, taking a look at the cloth in his hand, "This is pretty pricey material too." he then pulled her back out, keeping her held close as he rummaged through her pockets. The search turned up nothing but lint, "Baaah...guess you really are broke." he grumbled, smacking the back of her head, "What a waste of time. You like wasting my time?!" Gestal was frozen, only able to whimper at the tip of his blade. "Y'know, when you waste a cabbie's time, you're making sure they lose money. And if we lose money, Jarzey loses money!" "W-who?" "The guy who runs this town, moron! Everything he does for Eiswald and you just wanna spit in his face?!" Johnny shoved her to the ground, squatting down to keep his knife close, "I'm not letting tonight slide, no no no. When will you have some money?" "I...I-I..." Gestal stammered, trying to inch away, only for Johnny to stamp his boot on the tail of her cloak. He shook his head in disgust, "Fine. You've got a week. And don't even think you can hide in the woods. We'll find you and collect what you owe, even if it means chipping it off your frozen corpse. Got it?!" Gestal nodded meekly, saying nothing. "Good." said Johnny, withdrawing his knife and pulling her to her feet, "Now, lemme see who I should tell the boys to be on the lookout for." he reached for her hood. Without thinking, she smacked his hand away. "Ow!" Johnny stepped back, looking down at the sudden cuts on his hand, "Oh, you little--" He rushed her. Gestal tried to turn and run but found herself in a headlock. She thrashed in his grip, making them both stagger and fall against the fountain. "Get up!" said Johnny, bringing Gestal up with him and pulling his knife out, "You just made it three days!" Gestal stopped struggling. She saw the cuts on his hand. Her gaze then moved to her gloves, where she saw just the slightest bit of blood on the metal bits sewn into the finger tips. She hadn't worn them in so long, she had completely forgotten about it, "I...I didn't mean to--" "Shut up! Y'know, I've killed people for less than this! Don't think you can press your luck just cause you're new here!" Johnny tightened his arm around her neck, forcing her to take a step back. She felt the back of her boot connect with something solid. They were right against the fountain. He held up his blade, his infuriated breaths finally slowing, "Three days, got it?" The instant she saw his knife, she thrust her weight back. Johnny lost his grip and fell backward, rolling right over the ring and down into the well. A sickening snap could be heard as he hit the bottom, followed by a pained scream, "Gahhhh! My leg!" She looked down inside, watching him repeatedly collapse as he tried to stand, "Oh no..." she reached over the edge and into the well, "L-let me help you out..." Johnny bared his teeth and whipped out his knife, practically roaring as he swung at her paw. Before Gestal could pull back, she felt the blade slice her palm, "Ahh!" she screamed, backing away. There was clearly no room for negotiation. Johnny was out for blood. Sparing no hesitation, Gestal turned and ran as fast as she could, not slowing down until Johnny's cries of anger faded. The race home was a blur. Miraculously the trip had circled around the town and plopped them in the residential area just next to Caesar's district. Within minutes, she was back inside the shop, drawing the curtains and rushing for the kitchen to examine her wound. Her ruined glove had taken most of the damage. Her paw still had a few bleeding cuts, but nothing worth waking Caesar over. Giving them a quick rinse and digging into the cabinet for a bandage, she wrapped her paw and headed back upstairs. Disrobing and falling into bed, she curled up and buried her face in her pillow, letting out a series of ragged, almost animalistic breaths as if to vent all the pent up terror she'd suffered at Johnny's hand. Outside her window, the beautiful landscape no longer seemed so mysteriously magical. It hid a dirty, violent secret; cabbies with fake smiles, thugs willing to beat people for money, and whoever this "Jarzey" was. The air seemed to sour, a bitter breeze that would carry only the memory of this night. "...home really is the only safe place..." Words she'd been told before, by a man not nearly as naive. What a fool she was not to treat his word as gospel. The photo of him came into view. Her heart ached at thoughts of him, at thoughts of how it should have been; a quick dispatching of the foolish cabbie before a hasty escape, a lecture on the dangers of inner city life, a pat on the head, and an assurance that her safety was all that mattered. This night should not have happened. He should have been there to protect her. But he wasn't. He was gone. "Ozwald...where are you?" she sobbed, "I need you..." There she lay until sleep took her.
Every bunny has a phase where they want to be taken more seriously. "Dynamite Grizzly" is a far catchier name than ol' "Bass Rabbit", no matter how untrue to life it is.
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So yeah, decided to make a sona more “true to life” now that I’ve come to terms with shit like gender and life and blah blah blah (older fans might remember that my original pseudonym was “Bass Rabbit”). Canonically, “Dynamite Grizzly” is just a persona Roger makes music under due to fear no one would take a rabbit seriously.
Art by foolgirl
