#well-dressed-wolf

[misshowel-blog]

I feel the same a lot of the time, but I'm definitely glad you're in the fandom! You put a lot of thought and a lot of love into your art and writing and it shows and I think everyone can appreciate that c:

I’m glad you’re here too! And thank you <3 

[lovelymayor]

🎄 I know Christmas is over and all, but..well...

“You really want to pretend that little tradition extends to any other day than Christmas? Of all the desperate ploys, Lucius, this is your most profound.”

Canidae allows a secret smile to dance across her lips as she stands on her tiptoes to kiss her friend on the cheek.

[misshowel-blog]

well-dressed-wolf replied to your photo:Zootopia OC Height Comparison This is a huge...

Aaaa this is so great! So many lovely characters you have

Aww thank you! I love making characters. *u*

[lovelymayor]

Continued from here

Aurelina wanted to believe Lucius. She wanted to believe that he could protect her when he never could before. But wasn’t it she who had been protecting him all these years? Hiding parts of herself away to assuage him of guilt by association. Trying to keep her father from firing him. No, there was more than that. Both of them were puppets of the order, thought Lucius actually seemed to like it.

“Can you promise that?” She asked, shrugging herself away from him, her body pressed helplessly to the wall. She scowled at nothing, at memories, and slowly found the words she had been wanting to say. To anyone: “Can you promise you’ll protect me from the Order, from the sheep, from the public, knowing that my mother, dead in childbirth was a fox? That I killed her? That I’m a hybrid?” Her words were cold and spiteful. Her heart ached. Half of her expected her old friend would kill her right there, or at the very least drag her to a tribunal of wolves who would decide what to do with her. An abomination among their ranks, to be sure.

[lovelymayor]

                                        - The Devil Wears Preyda -

                                        Art by @well-dressed-wolf

[slick-n1ck]

☔ Lucius is caught outside during an unexpected thunderstorm and seeks shelter at the Hot Spot (hope this is okay!)

Quiet, calm, slow. That was what most of his day was, his cafe was rather desolate most of the day. The forecast told of a storm front that was to hit hard, stay centered over the city most of the day, and a good portion of the night. Shot could only imagine a smoothie on a day where you could possibly get soaked wasn’t the best idea. Not that he blamed’em, usually when that rain hit the icy climate it turned into ice quickly, a freezing mixture that put roads to a halt due to black ice, along with any unfortunate animal that wasn’t suited to cold weather into a freezing icicle that could easily find ice forming on their fur if they weren’t careful. 

Shot wasn’t unfamiliar with this type of climate, he was born for it, and loved it. Usually donning a thick jacket to make sure he wasn’t soaked through, and an umbrella for a quick walk around his block, just so he could watch the rain fall around him. Tonight wasn’t one of those nights though, the rough rumbles of thunder, crackles of lightning just a few miles off forebode him of any stroll. It was one thing to take a quick walk through a light shower, though a heavy thunder storm in Tundra Town? He’d rather not end up getting thawed out soon after. That usually left thick slates of ice on his windows that required a tiring amount of work of scraping to rid of, not to mention a whole lot of salt to de-ice his sidewalk. 

Leaning over his counter he begin to clean up, a wet rag wiping at some coffee stains as he await the last couple of the night to pay and leave. A pair of wolves, Larry, he believed one was called since they were sitting close enough to be listened in on. The chatter wasn’t much, mostly about what they should do once they leave, each other insisting each others place of living. It annoyed the fox, he had to close up, but wasn’t gonna kick out customers, it’d ruin his reputation, and make his cafe look bad. Man, that he could hear that lightning getting closer made him more than a little antsy. He wanted to close up shop quick. 

Finally one of the two wolves decided on a place, Larry’s apartment, only on the condition he’d buy the popcorn. With a relieved sigh Shot stood up, a smile plastered on his rather tired features as he accepted the $20 he was given, $10 bucks exactly in return before the two were out the door. 

“Thank goodness!” The fox exclaim as he swing himself around the counter, since his shop was empty he’d finally be able to clean up and lock up. With a serving tray in hand he go around his tables, picking up the mugs and plates left behind, a gentle tune he hummed as he quickly circled around each table top, within moments his tray was heavy with dishes that needed washing. He enjoyed this time, closing time, gave him a few moments to relax, just be to himself. Not to mention it was much easier to get around the tables without people sitting at them.  As he make for the counter to set the heavy tray down he could hear the rough drumming of rain against his windows accompanied by a large bang that rumbled his cafe. Yup, storms here.

Shot leaned against the counter, tail brushing along the floor as he scan the tables for any missed dishes. Nope, got’em all. Turning his blue gaze towards his store front he couldn’t help but notice a large.. Figure.. blurred and what seemed to be shivering?! Hard to tell from the rain cascading over his windows. 

With a frown the fox start for the door, paw fishing in his back pocket for his keys. The hell was anyone doing out here right now?! It was deadly to be out here during this storm combined with this weather climate. You’d freeze in minutes! Hip bumping a table he flail his paws out to catch it, keep it from toppling over. He was tossed off guard here, caught by surprise by this sudden animal at his door. At first he was considering just walking away, not his business ya know? But that wasn’t really him, that was gonna be on his mind all night if he didn’t do something.

Slipping the key in he unlock his door, frantically tugging it open to be met with the image of a soaked through, shivering wolf standing on his door step. He was about ready to pull him into his store by the snout when the sharp, wet sting of the outer weather pushed its way in, nipping at his nose, it was a familiar feeling, but for right now it wasn’t what he was worried about. It was making sure this wolf wasn’t gonna end up an ice berg in the next few minutes, especially since it’d be on his property of all places!

“I’unno know who you are, or how your sorry tail got caught up in this. But imma give you three seconds to get in here before I leave ya to the snow plows!” His tone was one of urgency, he didn’t want to sound mean or angry, even if he might of. He just knew all to well what this freezing weather could do to an animals body, especially the digits. One to many a fox back in his home city that were missing plenty of toes due to the lack of proper wrappings. “Well, gonna hop in or do ya enjoy freezing your tail off?”

[lovelymayor]

➵ *ping!*

Meme | Accepting

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill die for you | I respect you. | You are my family. | I don’t know you.

[lovelymayor]

Starter for @judyhopps-zpd and @well-dressed-wolf

Cold. That was the first thing she could feel. Frigid medal. She opened her eyes and saw only darkness. Tiny lights began to appear, moving. The lights of electronic devices.

“You can’t understand me, but you will remember all of this should you ever be cured - not that it matters. Aurelina Canidae. You are hereby sentenced to death by the Brotherhood of Baa. The manner of execution is yet to be decided.”

A flash of light stunned her momentarily, and she growled. The light stayed on her.

Aurelina thrashed in her cell. She leapt up toward the sound of the voice, a male voice, and crashed against a wall of iron bars. With a roar she clawed and banged at them, and when she went to chew, the metal muzzle encasing her face clanged against the bars. Her eyes glowed in telltale feral mindlessness.

She was still under the influence of the night howler.

As she fought the bars, her heart rate rose. The collar around her neck beeped frantically before a disabling shock flooded her body, sending her crashing to the floor of her cell. She sizzled, her tongue falling out, tasting the dried, black blood around her mouth. Her body had been soaked in blood when she killed the sheep who had tried to capture her after shooting her with the night howler.

That was what the mammals of Zootopia saw on television that morning. A “special live broadcast” of their missing mayor. As more lights came on, a tall, well-dressed ram, an older man, stood beside the cell enclosure that Aurelina lay in, naked and savage, her pink hair loose and running down her back like fuchsia flames. It was a small cell, no bigger than a closet. The ram’s face was obscured, his voice modulated.

“You see, Zootopia? Do you see that even a predator elected mayor can go savage? She’s a monster. She killed two sheep just a week ago. Murdered them. Elect a new mayor. Prey of Zootopia, choose correctly this time. Choose a mayor who won’t bite out your throats. Anyway, tune in next week.

We’ll televise her execution.”

Finally the cameras turned off. Ovis, the ram, turned to the cage, glowering in disgust. “Hybrid filth. Who knew your father had a daughter. He always kept the subject a secret.”