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Doctor No More ~By Topaz Colite
This has been created by the remains of papers and books found under a drift of sand on the planet Elrus. It was a lot like Earth; the scientists were quite surprised, but willing to move into this planet and start the first human colony outside of the solar system. As they set up their camp and started the terrain manipulator, they started their archeological discovering and found the documents.
By their research, these were thousands of years old. They described a war that had been going on for centuries on this planet, so long everyone had forgotten of the cause and were just in the middle of fighting. Eventually, high-tech weapons began to run out and they had to resort to low-tech ones like the bow and arrow and swords. Society began to enter a state of decay and age backwards, becoming more primitive to live with the unholy burden of war and death. Only the humans would find out, from reading the documents, was that the original starters of the war had long since fled, letting the citizens and generals to respond to a robot speaker pretending to be their voice from their room.
The war eventually ended when one unlucky Elrusin had to summon up the last of his soul and launch the final nuclear bomb at the heavens. Afterwards, the skies exploded and great fire flew over the entire planet, vaporizing anything alive or dead. This last bit was inferred from the receding radiation the humans had used to discover this planet. This was at a safe level for them however, and they moved in.
Anyway, about a century in, historians began to recreate stories of what had happened before the Great Disaster. The drawings they found in the caves a decade ago gave a voice and a vision to those long gone. They surprisingly looked like common animals from Earth, only humanoid, and so the authors would use those names to describe them. This is one of those stories.
The snow was falling from the ash clouds, covering all of the sunlight the mountain city needed for its crops. This was the city of Turben. It was a bustling city, having over 10,000 Elrusins living in it. The majority of them were blacksmiths, creating primitive weapons for the war that once didn’t need them. The first blacksmiths had to learn their trade from dusty documents and experience. Afterwards, they taught the next and generations were born for this trade. It was not common to see soldiers walking in, bleeding in various places, for the town was a medical center as well.
Only one doctor did not participate in these healing activities. He was known to everyone as “The Stranger” as he was a black fox wearing a white mask covering the left side of his face. No one knew why he did so. Some said he wore it for vanity. Others said he wanted to conceal his identity. And the children, despite negativity from mothers, said he wore it to hide scars from a battle a long time ago.
The Stranger made his way through the market of Turben, his wooden basket full of fruits and meats. He headed towards his sole home that everyone tried to ignore, a small shack up a cliff, overlooking the town. It had appeared one day but nobody said much as new houses appeared all the time with the growing population.
The Stranger had rigged an elevator that was fit to hold one Elrusin. Anyone else besides the Stranger could use it but no one really wanted to. They knew he lived up there and they just warned their children to respect his private space.
The black fox walked into the box, pressed a button, and shut the gate. The elevator rumbled its way up the cliff, stopping at the landing the shack was on. After the Stranger got off, it rumbled back down. No one knew why it did this. Some said it was an invitation. Other said it was an invitation, but not of the pleasant kind. Or perhaps there was just the fact it was to do so automatically for whatever reason.
Inside the shack was documents everywhere on one side of a room. They littered the tables, the chairs, the bed. These were the research the Stranger had done a long time ago, but now were being covered up gradually. The research was being hidden by poems written by the Stranger, the only productivity he felt he could do.
Author’s Note: We managed to find one of the poems. It reads as follows: The sky burned with its missiles/ the river flows with its agony/ the people downwards cry in pain/ Some help but most harm/ This is what my life has become/ A life of regret. Written by Dr. Zurich
The black fox set his basket on the table that stood in the kitchen and looked out the window, staring at the embers of the enemy gradually making their way to the gate of this town. Every Elrusin knew that this town was critical in healing the soldiers and if it went down, they were doomed.
“They will probably be here in a month.” A familiar voice sounded next to him. It was a black bird that resembled a raven of the feral kind.
“Come on, Rubin.” Zurich said to the bird. “We all know we were going to fail eventually. I don’t see why they keep on trying. This violence is not needed.”
“You didn’t believe that a long time ago.” Rubin looked at the fox.
“Ah, shut up and let me make dinner.” Zurich set to work. The raven looked on in silence.
Meanwhile, a female hyena made his way through the market, covering his baby who was crying. Tara knew the baby needed help, but no other doctor knew what was wrong with him.
She saw the elevator that went up the cliff to the Stranger’s shack. She’d heard rumors of the Stranger having been a doctor a long time ago but never really believed them. Why not be a doctor anymore when the job was needed so much? Tara stepped in the elevator. The hyena saw the button next to the door. After cradling her mewling baby with her left arm, she pressed. The elevator rumbled, then went up slowly, bringing the Stranger a new visitor.
To Tara, the shack was humble. All of the other shacks under her were decorated with paints by the children of the generation as a way to spread happiness in these times. Wherelse, this shack was simply made of wood with a metal roof. The door was loose, swinging open a couple inches.
The hyena walked in and called out, “Hello?” Her baby started crying. Tara tried to shush him quickly but whimpered at the coughs.
“Where are you from?” Tara gasped at the voice behind her. It was the Stranger looking at her in the shadows.
“P- please. I need help. I know you’re a doctor. I need help.” The hyena begged.
The fox stepped forwards, revealing the white mask covering half of his face. “The doctor you are looking for is not here anymore.” A raven flew in and landed on a windowsill, surprising the hyena.
“Where is he then?” Tara asked, breathing heavily.
The fox looked at one of his poems on a table. “He’s gone. He’s been long gone now.”
“W- why did he leave?” The hyena asked, curious.
“Because of this!” The Stranger tore his mask off to reveal the left side of his face. It was covered in scars and burns, the scarred flesh shown in between the burned off fur.
“It took me months to get this healed!” The fox got closer to the cowering hyena. “And even after everything I could’ve done, it still remains! I can’t do anything about it!” His eyes were close to tears.
The Stranger took a couple deep breaths and allowed Tara to get a good look at his scars. After composing himself, he put his mask on and looked at the scared Tara holding her baby close to her.
“Why in One’s name are you here?” The Stranger asked.
“M- my baby’s sick.” Tara muttered.
“We all get sick.” The fox said indifferent.
“B- but no doctors have figured out what he has.” Tara gently unrolled the blankets to show her newborn son to the fox. The small hyena’s nose was full of mucus, and he coughed constantly, a small “whoop” every several seconds. It was easy to see it was hard for him to breathe.
“Whooping cough.” The fox stated simply. “It’s been a long time since I saw that. Last time, it was a plague that killed hundreds of kids.”
“So you’ll help him?” Tara finally felt some hope of getting a cure from this angry fox.
“No. I’m not a doctor anymore.” The Stranger sat on a chair. The raven looked at him. “Oh stop looking at me Rubin. You know it’s true.”
“Why aren’t you a doctor anymore? Why would you quit?” Tara cradled the coughing baby.
“I am a hundred five years old. Everyone on this planet can live for a long time, barring accidents. And then the war began. It became so rare to find anyone older than fifty.” The black fox looked out the window, rubbing his white mask.
“It was hell. Every day, thousands of soldiers came in, bringing limbs or wounds or arrows I had to heal and sew closed. There was no aesthetic. That ran out a long time ago. Every soldier who came in had to deal with pain or death. There was no other choice. Then, always, they would go back into the battlefield, to fight for whatever this war was. All they knew was that they had to win. No matter the cost. Everyone of us were told so. But never the reason.
“One day, a soldier came in with a fire spear in his arm. Those are long gone now but the burns still remain. He panicked during the surgery and lashed out in pain. The spear entered my eye, traveling around my face with its point, burning everything it could touch, just like it was supposed to do. The fire grew all over my face. By the time it was put out, I was left with half of my once useful face burned off. It took a lot of herbs and poultices to get it stable but even now, it still hurts.
“I could’ve been kicked out. My face made it impossible to perform any surgery properly. But they kept me on. They needed my service. But I quit. My help was useless if they were just going to get injured again. Fighting in some pointless war. A long time ago, I tried so hard to help my side. But they did nothing for me and I left.” The fox was staring at the floor, a small tear going down his snout.
“But wasn’t it wonderful?” Tara asked. “To help the sick?” The Stranger looked at her with fifty years worth of contempt. “Please.” Tears were running down the hyena’s neck. “I- I beg you. I n- need my son to live!”
“To live to go fight and get injured and die?” The fox asked her cynically.
“NO!” The hyena yelled. The baby cried and she tried to shush him. At a steadier softer voice, she continued. “I don’t want to send my son into war either. He’d die. But they would force him to, despite what anyone else would say.” Tara looked at her coughing baby.
“So he’ll die anyway. Might as well not be born anyway. It would be hell to live, even if he survived this cough.” The Stranger turned from the hyena and picked up his pen to write again. The raven looked at him. “Shut up Rubin.”
“But isn’t any life precious? No matter how short?” Rubin asked the fox. The hyena gasped, surprised the raven could speak.
“Come one Rubin. You’ve seen the front line for yourself in the sky. It’s a massacre out there where life doesn’t matter, only winning. At least to the soldiers out there.” The fox glared angrily at the raven.
“Do you see who you’ve become, Zurich?” Rubin asked sadly.
“Who I’ve become?!” Zurich asked him loudly. “I am pain, anger, madness, evil and I have PASSION!” The fox lunged for the raven who quickly flew to the rafters of the roof.
The fox stood by the window, breathing deeply. Then he looked at the hyena. “What are you still doing here? Get out!” He pointed to the door.
The hyena stayed put, refusing the order. “But isn’t it worth it to have a little joy? When was the last time you laughed?”
The fox scoffed. “A rush of dopamine is not worth anything.” He turned to Tara. “It’s been ages since I laughed. There’s no place for such a thing in this world.”
“But isn’t happiness important? Without it, we wouldn’t feel the need to live.” Tara walked closely to the fox who begrudgingly allowed this close proximity. “Happiness helps us in those dark times. It’s what makes life worth it. Without it, we would be better off as dead. There’s already so much death and decay around us. Without happiness, we become dead. Gone. Alive sure, but dead inside.” The hyena walked to the exit, quitting her attempt to get medicine for her son.
Zurich looked down at the floor, thinking. Remembering. All of the kids crying and weak with the cough but laughing when their throats were clear and the colorful puppets entertaining them.
“What’s the kid’s name?” Zurich asked. Tara stopped.
“Krane. He’s my only one. His father’s on the frontline.” The hyena turned to look at a thinking fox.
“I will give you herbs. On one condition.” Zurich looked with a small frown at Tara.
“Anything.” Tara looked at the fox with hope.
Zurich moved to the pantry and began taking out old herbs and putting them in a bowl. After mashing them together and putting them in a bag, he turned to face the wondering hyena.
“Krane will not be soldier. He will be a doctor. He will come up and be my apprentice. I’ll teach him. And someday. When this damn war is over. He’ll finally put his skills to good use. I- I suppose every soldier deserves a couple minutes of happiness.” Zurich sighed.
“I promise.” Tara stepped forward, the baby crawling inter her neck.
The black fox handed over the bag. “Give Krane a spoonful three time a day. Keep his nose clear and when cleaning out his throat, pour some water down afterwards.”
“Thank you.” The hyena was in tears. Tara left the shack with the fox looking at her. He could afford to waste those herbs anyway if she didn’t keep her promise. Zurich sat down at his table and picked up a pen. He started writing again. Rubin looked on with a small grin on his beak.
The next day, Zurich heard the elevator running. He expected it was some Elrusin who wanted help after what he did for Tara. After waiting several minutes, no one came. Puzzles, the black fox looked out, keeping his white mask on. A loaf of bread sat in front of the door.
For the first time in decades, the fox did a little smile. He took it in and saw the note, saying it was from Tara.
It was delicious.
So what'd you guys think? Should I sent it in for a writing contest?
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The Worst Anthropomorphic Movie of the Decade – by Fred Patten.
How do I throw myself out there?
I want to be more open about being a furry, but I don't wanna be obnoxious about it. I mean, I wanna find more furs. Same with online, I enjoy rp-ing and making friends, have zero idea how to do it all proper and non pushy or douchey....
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Furry Con Raves
I haven't been to a con so please correct me, but most of them seem to end on a dance party/rave type atmosphere. is this true for most?
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I really like a character from a comic but he didn't have good full-body art. Now he does! [Fanart by TheKC]
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Play for your Heart - by Chibi-Marrow
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Any furry gamers on right now? ITT: tell us about what you`re up to!
I recently have been having fun on CounterStrike and I got LEM rank! (If anyone knows what that is) :P
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Shhh! (Gesundheit!)
Animation World Network has a recent article about two more new animated shows that were presented at MIPCON this year — both of them produced by m4e in Germany. Wissper is “… a CGI animated TV-series aimed at young girls ages 4 to 7. Wissper is a perfectly normal little girl, but she has a very special talent: She is the only girl in the world who can talk to animals! Creatures of all shapes and sizes seem to instinctively know that when they have a problem, Wissper will find the solution. This makes Wissper’s house the first port of call for animals in distress.” The first set of episodes are supposed to premier world-wide before the end of December. And then, there’s Atchoo! Another animated series, this time targeted at slightly older boys and girls. You see, there’s this young boy named Teo, with an unusual attribute: When he gets excited or upset, he sneezes… and instantly turns into an animal. Different each time. “The series offers loads of comedy, gags and funny dialogues, but all the fun is aimed at communicating an important message, that difficulties, fears and diversity are not necessarily all bad, but can engender endurance and originality.” That’s what they said folks! Atchoo! is scheduled to hit the world in 2017.
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Episode 100! - You've waited, and waited, and waited...and it's here! Join Fur What It's Worth in celebrating its 100th Episide in this dedicated special release! Roo and Tugs share their thoughts on the challenges of running the show, revisit the show's
NOW LISTEN!
Oops! We cleaned up the audio a little bit and put in two guest surprises we missed on the Sunday release.
Show Notes
Special Thanks
To all our guests who came back to help us celebrate this amazing episode and milestone!
To our supporting cast, without whom we couldn't do this show!
To you, for listening and sending us your comments and feedback! We love you!
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Music
Opening Theme: Husky In Denial - Cloud Fields (Century Mix). USA: Unpublished, 2015. ©2015 Fur What It's Worth and Husky in Denial. Based on Fredrik Miller– Cloud Fields (Radio Mix). USA: Bandcamp, 2011. ©2011 Fur What It’s Worth. (Buy a copy here – support your fellow furs!)
Battle Theme 1.x from Final Fantasy XIV: Heavensward Soundtrack. FINAL FANTASY XIV © 2010-2015 SQUARE ENIX CO., LTD. All Rights Reserved. Used per Materials Usage License.
Benjamin Briggs - Super Mario 64 - Fleeting Ecstasy. USA: OCRemix, 2005. Original Work by Koji Kondo.
Darke Sword - Sonic Adventure - Twinkle Park Classic. USA: OCRemix, 2003. Original Work by Jun Senoue.
Some music was provided by Kevin MacLeod at Incompetech.com. We used the following pieces: Disquiet and Relaxing Piano Music. Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License.
Space News Music: Fredrik Miller – Orbit. USA: Bandcamp, 2013. Used with permission. (Buy a copy here – support your fellow furs!)
Closing Theme: Husky In Denial - Cloud Fields (Headnodic Mix). USA: Unpublished, 2015. ©2015 Fur What It's Worth and Husky in Denial. Based on Fredrik Miller – Cloud Fields (Chill Out Mix). USA: Bandcamp, 2011. ©2011 Fur What It’s Worth. (Buy a copy here – support your fellow furs!)
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Hello
Hello, /r/furry ! I'm not a furry myself however my boyfriend is, and he introduced me to this fandom. (I hope fandom is the correct terminology) Anyway, at first I was skeptical and then he introduced me and I was really wow-ed. I haven't joined the fandom mainly because I don't want to piggy back on what he enjoys, I think he should have something to himself. But, I just wanted to say from a non furry stand point, I think you guys all seem really incredible. Many of you are so incredibly talented and creative! You're community also seems so nice and full of cool people. Some of the art I've seen has even made me emotional. In short, I'm glad I was introduced and think it's great. So, even if it doesn't mean much coming from someone like me, you guys have a non furry supporter. :)
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