Become Your Fursona

“How long have you been on Earth?”

“Two weeks.” Tyris looks past his facemask without turning her head, knowing her visor is glossy enough that he can’t see her.

“How long have I been on Earth?”

“Three years.” He’d told her that morning.

He tells her about the savage, filthy Earth humans. The survivor camps that they live in. The crude machines that they drive, that they struggle to keep maintained, and the wars that they fight for the last drops of oil. And the way they mix animals’ souls with their own, turning themselves into animals. Turning themselves into beasts of burden.

Tyris listens, and reminds herself of how stupid she is. And how very out of her league she is on this planet.

Welcome to Earth … the most dangerous world in the galaxy. Especially after It happened. Can you keep from becoming an animal while you’re here?

I wasn’t going to write an original story while I was working on commissions. But I’d already volunteered to write Fox Hunt for someone, and when he decided he didn’t want it anymore I kind of left you all hanging when I lost my momentum. Here’s as much as you’re going to get for awhile, at any rate, unless I decide to work on it alongside Creator-Unreal’s commission!

I already have most of his story written, so expect the first part this weekend. Apologies once again, for the delay.