#ovines

[moontigerange]

Ще один татусь, на цей раз татусь казкаря Юлаї — Чандра, бог місяця, сновидінь та спокою. Нажаль нормальної історії чи "легенди" в нього немає, але я намагалася написати все інше, що приходило мені в голову.

Інфо ENG/UA: https://toyhou.se/27251736.chandra

[ovinesofficial]

The whole flock! Anthony, Belicheck, Arabella, and Annabelle. I love them so much. I can't believe I'm getting paid to watch sheep.

[schoolsquiggles]

A ram

[drmonkeysetroscans]

Devil goat.

[archosaur-automaton]

OC: Dolly Rabinowitz (née Carmichael)

Age: 28 Gender: Trans Woman Species: Anthro Sheep, born Human Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Online Handle: baa_humbug  Lifelong Vegetarian Height: 5′3″

Bio:  Dolly has always been a kind and sweet person, incredibly shy but extremely passionate about the things she cares about: art, insects, baseball, film history, and poetry, to name a few. To say she’s “as gentle as a lamb” would be a massive understatement, both literally and metaphorically. To say that she likes sheep would be even more of an understatement; even as her special interests and passions ran deep, her undying love and affinity for ovines outclassed them all. So it came as a surprise to no one, least of all herself, that when she began transition she gradually lost her human features as well, ultimately ending up how she wanted to be all along: a gorgeous sheep-girl, overflowing with kindness and tenderness.  The youngest of three, with one older brother (Greg) and one older sister (Rosalyn), she had a very rough childhood. Her macho father and right-wing Christian mother didn’t understand why their child hated pants and begged to wear dresses, or rocked back and forth and flapped, or meticulously memorized every line from her favorite films, or constantly snuck makeup when they weren’t looking, or related to animals more than people, or named and became desperately attached to every inanimate object. Her brother felt the same way, making the cruel choice to avoid being “embarrassed” by his sibling’s ways and manners by being complicit in her abuse. Her sister, however, took up the role of her fiercest defender, a light in the darkness of her early years. Thankfully, she managed to find greener pastures, attending art school and establishing herself as a furry artist.  It was in her senior year (before she came out) that she met Alan Rabinowitz: punk, radical, Very Autistic Boy, die-hard union and labor organizer, bisexual disaster, and coyote. Bonding over their shared obsession about baseball, the two friends quickly blossomed into lovers, and after graduating college moving in together was a natural choice. When she did come out, the only thing other than support Alan had to give on the matter was that, while he knew he wanted a spouse, he was overjoyed to think that someday his partner would be his wife. Eventually, the two would indeed marry, Dolly being accepted fully and lovingly into the Rabinowitz family and even making the decision to convert to Judaism. 

[ovinesofficial]

The ladies have such a funny way of just. Staring at you.

[ovinesofficial]

When wrangling the campers gets too overwhelming, I like to spend some time in the sheep pasture :)

[clavainov]

The lamb knows how to read the quivering of the lamb nearby, how to become not one lamb but many lambs in the formation of lamb-like relation, each lamb-back moderately indistinguishable from the back of the next. The lamb knows how to read the feeling of the form of what is each other all together, the fears and pleasures and neutralities of each other, the everything of what is expressed in a bleat or twitch when the lamb is with each other and the next one and there is never one lamb alone. [...] The lamb—like all prey, and unlike any predator—is a scholar of the all, but the bird of prey flying overhead mistakes its expertise in corpses as proof of a general acuity.  The bird of prey may have talons, but these only insure it conceives of the world in an eye-to claw-to beak relation.  The bird of prey makes only acquisitions: its knowledge is a series of kills.  The bird of prey understands a kill to be the world in its entirety when, in fact, a kill is only dinner, and dinner is not the entire world. The bird of prey knows what it knows only in a system built from desire’s instances, maintained in the expectation of desire’s satiation: a hawk-eye sees with the arrogance of only the particular of what it wants, not the whole of what is.

-- Anne Boyer, WHEN THE LAMBS RISE UP AGAINST THE BIRD OF PREY