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I thought for those of us who are readers, it might be nice to have some book suggestions that have some relevance to furry fandom.

I really like Walter Moers' books, they're like a mix of Tolkien, Douglas Adams, and Shel Silverstein.

13 1/2 Lives of Captain Bluebear - Moers' first novel in the fictional world of Zamonia about an anthro bear.

City of Dreaming Books - About an anthro dinosaur and the love of books.

Rumo and his Miraculous Adventures - About characters that are basically anthro dogs, and one of my favorites of Moers.

You can read Moers' books in any order, and I highly recommend them. Any other suggestions?

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There’s simply no way we could top the publisher’s description of Mush! Sled Dogs with Issues, a new hardcover graphic novel, so we’ll not try. “Venus wants Buddy to quit asking her to ‘make puppies’. Buddy wants Winston’s help wooing Venus. Winston wants Guy’s respect. Guy wants Dolly’s job. Dolly wants to know the meaning of it all. Nobody knows what Fiddler really wants, not even Fiddler. But mostly . . . these sled dogs just want to run. Sounds simple? It should be, but even dogs have their office politics. Office politics with sharp, sharp teeth. From Colbert Report writer Glenn Eichler and dog-channeling artist Joe ‘Fur’ Infurnari comes a postmodern tale of heroism on the tundra, epic romance, and yellow snow. (Hint: don’t eat it.) Mush! is Arrested Development meets Call of the Wild — two great tastes that taste pretty funny together.” There’s more about this silliness on Amazon, of course, and it’s mushing our way this December in full color from First Second.

image c. 2011 First Second

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Hey guys i am a exceptionable writer and i really wanna make a furry web comic but my delima is i am no artist so i decided to come to you Reddit. i need a graphic artist to help me out and discuss the story with Without thinking im a freak or insane.

What can i bring to the table?

I have taken creative writing class's and i know how to make a wonderful website.

So, who would like to join aboard?

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This week on Knotcast, Fuzz, Shiva, and Savrin discuss maximum do not want, find out theres a con in idaho, get a couple followups from previous episodes, and discuss some vidya games. This weeks song is Dovakiin, an OCRemix by Brandon Strader http://ocremix.org/remix/OCR02323/ Saints Row Dildo Bat http://www.destructoid.com/review-saints-row-the-third-dildo-baseball-bat-215241.phtml Use our coupon code 'knot' at AdamEve.com for a great deal. Episode 159 - Do Not Want

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(its the second story in the video, starts around 1:08)
http://oddnews.yahoo.com/video-odd-news-26411321

I'm really surprised to see yahoo do furry coverage, have they ever actually done that befoe???. I know this is sorta old, from EF, but I never saw it posted here and I am highly amused and grateful for the sense of total neutrality on the subject of furries the bit seems to take, not making it a spectacle as usual. Its like they announced a comic book convention or something.

"festival of fur" that shit made me loool though, why doesn't everyone get that its about anthro animals, not just fursuits. I mean, furries ain't rocket science people XD

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also, on a completely different side note. is there, and if there isn't there should be a furry documentary made in the style of a "day at the convention". I think a furry should film something that shows what a "typical/neutral" furry does at a convention. Like first he'd wait in line, crack jokes about how long it took, get his badge, then he would meet up with friends, socialize, interact with fursuiters, go look around the dealers den and have a talk with an artist or two, buy something cute like a plush or something, then go out to a couple of panels about stuff like art, or spirituality, or fursuiting, or the wild animal panel, something like that. Then they go out to eat come back, go to the dance and then bed down for another day of furry convention fun.
I think the problem with a lot of furry documentary's is they never let it talk for itself. Its always a voice of of someone just listing off facts about furries that are pretty well known by now "they like anthro animals" "some dress in fursuits" "there is art and panels". I wish there could just be a doc that lets the con experience speak for itself in a simple "how to enjoy your first furry con" kind of style.
idk, it would be cool. LOL, sorry about the extreme tangent, someone should just...make that lol. Or I'll try? :p

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Just some short fiction I think this subreddit would like. If it's unwelcome, I apologize, and will delete. But, here you go. Should I continue it? I've been thinking of getting into lycanthropic fiction.

But, please enjoy!

The moon alights the sky beyond my window, and beckons me out into the wilderness beyond the deck. The woods are dark, cast in a mighty splendor of shadow and moonlight, and begged me to run beneath green pine and over moss-stained rock. I gaze, and I tremble at the offering that sings in my blood and makes the dark hair over my body lift, tinged with a wild energy that begs to let go, to run, to flee this trapping, this cage of wood and glass and electronics. I pace, wearing a trail into the carpet, and feel the stain of sweat cross my underarms and throat and back and groin, and yet I know I need to stop, to pause, to breath. I breath, a cool breath that fogs out. I am steaming. The windows are open. Breathe in. I taste the cold air that stings my nostrils and burns down my throat like fire, making me gasp for another breath. The scent beyond tells me of prey, a doe rabbit that would taste good, and the sweet copper beneath her breast. The scent whispers the stories of the small pack that runs beyond the cabin, drawn to me as I am drawn to them, they knowing my scent, as I know their trails, marked across the whole of the mountain. They are unchallenged, and they are mine. Another breath. Water, melt from the snows a thousand feet higher, wet, some fish and even the musk of a bruin. I breath out and snort, clawing at my arms with nails, and fighting the build of need. I pace, my nails caress the walls, leaving gouges in the wood that would be quite a bitch to cover. I stare at the torn nail, twisted by the force of wood and splintering pine, and then rip it off. The hot flare of pain sends a tingle up my arm, and makes me growl, but it fades, letting me control the need again. Yet again it builds. The pain flows away to the gnawing hunger of the inner self, the instincts that caress up and brush across my face, and the ripple of dark hair that flows up and fades away. I want to scream and claw and tear through the house, but I know not to threaten my domain. I have fought this change for too long, and I have to let go. I do not want to let go, I am afraid to let go, I want to stay a human for a little while longer, but no, I know I cannot hold back. Like the crest of copulation, I feel it well in my gut and slowly tighten, threatening to push me into the oblivion of the run, the chase, the hunt. The pack howls, and they call upon me to join them, to let free what I am and take my place. My head rushes, a throb of blood that threatens a headache, a splitting migraine, the rearranging of my visual cortex making my vision blur, then sharpen. Colors lose definition, others rise up that have no word. I am losing myself again… …I am almost free. I am almost awake. I can run! I can... ...In the fight to be myself |a little longer, my hand shifting into… …clawing the metal why wont it open why wont it let me out trapped in my den… …claws, the knob hard to turn. I snarl, biting at the air as my face begins to contort, twist, bone cracking. I held off too long, and it was going to hurt. Like being denied the touch of a lover, my body twists from the sudden rush, and I throw the door open, enough to twist the hinge. My body rips, as muscle and bone and sinew begin to change. I am a large man, already nearly 130 kilos, and two meters tall, and this translates directly as fur ripples across my body, sending my back twisting. I claw… ...held by restraints must get free tear free of the body the cloth the binding the pack howls I must run… …the shirt off and feel my nails twist. Already the torn nail has reformed, and the nail grows longer, into black claws. My thumb twists, a sharp snap reforming the bone into a better shape. My teeth crack and grow longer, fangs showing… ...runrunrunrunrunrunrunrun… …in the gleam of moonlight. My snout shows as I drop, feeling the earth. I begin… …to howl. I sing, and the pack answers. submitted by GreyArgonian
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