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My battletag is BeefeePie#1866


I know battle.net will show my name as Logan. if you add me, PLEASE refer to me as Luna or Lunara.

Other than that, see you in Tristram! (whenever the hell I can log in)

P.S. Add my other account. I hardly visit this one anymore. furaffinity.net/user/lunaraa

I'm gonna be transfering stuff for a bit but here's a link

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lunaraa/

I wanted an account to reflect my newly accepted gender identity.

F5, por favor.

I finally have a girl icon :3

I'm way too happy right now.

I think I've called things cute or adorable more times than most men say either in their entire lives.

feels good to not have to hide it.

Real good. *happy tears*

Name: Lunara (Lun or Luna for short)
Species: Shiba Inu (she's poofeh :3)
Gender: Female
Orientation: unknown/pansexual
Height:6'6 (ears included) 6'1 (top of head)
Hair: long, straight, dark hair with light highlights and tips. Wears a bow at the base of her right ear - green or red
Posture: digitigrade
Hands: Pawlike, but oposable digits, with claws and pads on palm and fingers
Eyes: Heterochromia iridum (different color irises) Her left eye is vibrant green, and her right eye is a deep blue.
coloration: Dark grey (almost black) fur with lighter (medium grey) fur on stomach, breasts, parts of face, part of butt and underside of tail.
Markings: black Thorny, heart shaped tattoo in crotch region, white crescent moon (placement undecided)
Body type: Curvy, not fat but not skinny as a rail "squishy". She's no Vogue model, but she can still rock a bikini or some sexy undies. D cup breasts. she has a little poof of fur between her boobs and she thinks it's cute and likes to show it off.
Tail: Fairly large, curls up and back. dark grey on top, medium on bottom.
Ears: 5", several piercings on each. back of ear is same dark grey as body, inside is light grey.
Piercings: Three in each ear, belly button piercing. Wears standard studs (silver or bright colors) in ears, and a crescent moon in her belly button. Doesn't always wear belly button piercing.
Accessories: black framed glasses

Character- to those she does not know well or at all, she is very shy, reserved, sweet and polite. when she is in familiar company, she is incredibly cheerful, energetic, goofy and somewhat loud. She frequently covers her right eye with her hair to disguise her heterochromia. She is proud of it, but gets sick of talking about it and everyone she meets brings it up. She is somewhat of a tomboy - she likes video games, nerdy stuff, cars, airplanes,guns, etc. and loves being outdoors and getting dirty. However, she still enjoys dressing up and being girly. She talks really fast when she gets excited and says "dude" a lot. She has a very hard time disguising her emotions because her ears and tail reflect them, as well as the fact that she blushes easily when flattered or embarassed. her clothing style could be described as "scene" but she makes a point to not dress obnoxiously. She also loves lolita and anything with bows and lace.

This is not, by any means, easy for me.

I'm shaking with fear behind my computer screen, but I feel like I need to let this go so that people can appriciate me for who I really am.

Here goes...

Everyone, I am a transgender. I was born male, but I have never identified with my physical gender. The reason I am the boy I am today is because I didn't understand what was going on in my mind when I was a kit, and due to my heavily religious upbringing I never expressed this, but I have never felt male. I don't feel right as a male. I feel like a woman, I feel like I am not right on the outside.

I'm so afraid and confused and frustrated. I feel lost, but I thought that maybe it would help ease the fear and confusion if you guys knew.

I don't know what else to say at this point, so that's it.

People who swear fealty to their political party.

Or, people who think their party/religion/way of life has all the answers, including those who think anyone not from their religion/from the opposing political party/a differing way of life are scum.

I used to be a republican. Fuck that. I got so sick of "I have all the answers and if everyone was a god fearing, red meat eating, suv driving patriot like me, the world would be perfect" bullshit coming from people like oriley and santorum (spell check keeps saying "sanitarium" which is where he belongs). I was embarrassed to be in the same party as them. But it goes both ways, kiddos. Hyper liberalism is just as bad. Use your brains, people. Liberty is a gift, but just as importantly, it is a responsibility. Every human has the right to do as they see fit as long as they are not hurting anyone else. It's wrong to impose your way of life on everyone because YOU think it's right.

Quit telling people that they have the right to live the way they see fit, and then trying to make a million laws restricting their right to live as they see fit.

You're all hypocrites, and I think that we need to get some younger, less insane and less "set in their ways" politicians in our house and senate.

If you think you have all the answers you could not be further from the truth. A wise man understands how little he knows.

I welcome anyone to challenge my beliefs, because if they do it gives me a little insight in to how they feel and think about the issue and I can take that in to consideration. You know what? since I've started doing that, I've changed a lot of how I believe. I like to think it's been for the better.

Just gonna list off his details so I have them written down somewhere when it comes time to make a ref sheet.

Orange-red fur
white stomach, parts of neck and face
tail: orange-red base with some black mixed in, then a solid band of black, and a white tip
black paws and back of ears
black mark on snout, just behind wiskers that extends from orange on nose to near the top lip
dark but not black area around eyes
Green iris
digitigrade, never plantigrade
hands resemble paws but have opposable thumbs and claws, as well as pads on palm and fingers.
has a tattoo on left bicep of a broken pentagram
always wears a necklace, has several to choose from: Hog's tooth (a leather strap with 7.62 nato bullet on it (projectile only, not the cartridge), one shot one kill 5.56x45 nato bullet (full cartridge), broken pentagram, dog tags(silver w/silencers)
Former USAF, honorably discharged after being injured when his CV-22 osprey was shot down.
almost always wears metal band, video game, or pop culture reference shirts, frequently v-neck.
somewhat lean, but not very muscular.
gamer
nerdy
somewhat awkward socially (hard time talking to people he's attracted to, doesn't understand some humor others would get)
post-military profession: Commercial Pilot (flies big airliners for a major airline)
hobbies: video games, listening to music, building models, flying his private airplane, collecting nerdy stuff, browsing the internet, other generally nerdy things

freaks people out because he can put away a whole large pizza in a matter of minutes and not gain a single pound

walks silently, even on the noisiest of surfaces

has the ability to change gender, at will, but generally appears as male.
When very emotional, sometimes loses control of this ability until he calms down.
most are unaware of this ability (save his girlfriend and his closest friends) and he uses it to mess with people.
Bisexual

Male stats:
standard sheethed penis, realistic fox penis w/knot, with blackish skin on the penis itself
Tall due to digitigrade stature and ears (measured from tip of ears to ground), 7'3 (2.23 meters)
has a tuft of black fur on chin resembling a goatee

Female stats
likes to dress up in sexy lingerie and be a massive tease
large C cup or small D cup breasts
somewhat shorter, 6'7 (ground to tip of ears)
feminine figure (not muscular, few extra pounds here and there but not chubby or fat.)
doesn't wear much makeup, maybe some eyeshadow and eyeliner but nothing heavy
medium-small, perky nipples, darkish black in color
vaginal skin is same color as mentioned above

A reference sheet. Sigh. I wish I had the money for one.

I have the basis in mind, and actually it's based off of a picture I found a la Google, I can't name the artist to credit him or her but it was their concept and idea.

Anyways I've taken the original, tweaked it a bit, and still am looking for someone to help me further refine it to be more fitting to myself.

here's the original: http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e.....uneTattoo2.jpg

Here's my amateur revision: http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e.....toorevised.jpg

What I want done now, is straighten out the pose, instead of having it curl back, add more black to the ears, adjust the snout to look more accurate or whatever, adjust markings, and add some white to the tip of the tail, all following my fursona's markings.

this means a lot to me so I may be picky about it... but I will be very grateful to anyone who helps, and I will also be willing to pay you if you're patient, with money, sexual favors, shameless promotion of your work, etc.

I'll fuck it up so it will never beat again.

Hello all, I'm now taking commissions on plastic models. I know they can be hard to ship sometimes so depending on where you are and how complex the model is I may turn down the commission due to too much risk of damage in shipping. Local commissions will always be accepted. The cost will be the price of the model kit, plus $10 and shipping if applicable. I will do anything as small as 1/144th up to 1/48th scale for jets and helicopters, and 1/32nd scale for warbirds, as well as any skill level ranging from snap together with stickers to glue and paint required with slide on decals.

here are some examples of my work. Note that some pictured are unfinished models.
http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e.....0-15183001.jpg
http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e.....27132443-1.jpg
http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e.....6-14003543.jpg
http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e.....6-13164421.jpg

And from what I see from here, there is no point in carrying on
I've been picking apart, picking apart all night long
And suddenly my biggest fear,
I'll never stop picking apart the puzzle I've been working on.

Burgerbunz real name: Lunaraa Spiritwalker (family name)
Lunaraa Spiritmender (ceremonial name)

Build: 7’4”, 320lbs, lean and curvy (but not chubby), relatively lacking in muscle definition
Age: 26 years old
Fur color: Black with white spots and white stripes on top of nose, white fur on stomach.
Mane: Black with two long braids in front, which are constantly embedded with flowers and buds.
Horns: black, medium length bearing a shallow curve.
Ears: Medium-small size, angular, usually swept back unless alert. Almost always wearing horde symbol earrings.
Eyes: Emerald green, deep and mysterious, having developed a faint green glow behind the iris early on in her adulthood (visible in daytime, vibrant in the dark). At her current age, the glow in her eyes is constant.
Tail: Normal length, width, and build, with a red ribbon tied in memory of her father at the base of the poof at the end. She can often be seen stroking her tail with her thumb, lost in the memory of her fearless father.

Temperament: Timid and reserved, but immensely caring. She will always stop to help an injured animal or person, regardless of race, creed, color or faction. That is, of course, unless they try to kill her. She will only attack someone in the name of self-defense. Her presence is not perceived as threatening by most animals, even those who would normally attack others. She is never seen without her fox companion, Renard.

History: Lunaraa never knew her birth parents. As a calf, she was found one night on the edge of a small lake, crying and scared, by a passing shaman named Uomi Spiritwalker. Uomi calmed the infant and gave her a sip of purified water, and then brought her home to her husband Uomi’s husband was a strong but simple-minded warrior by the name of Talaho Spiritwalker. Talaho, although strong and proud, had a tender heart, and agreed with Uomi that, rather than turn the orphan over to the elders of the tribe, they would raise her themselves. Because she had been found in such a manner, her name and lineage were unknown, so Uomi named her Lunaraa, for she had found the infant in the light of a full moon. Thus she became Lunaraa Spiritwalker. As a child, Lunaraa demonstrated a love for nature and it’s inhabitants. One day when she was 10 years old, while her mother was out collecting berries and her father had been called to duty defending the tribe, she discovered an injured fox kit lying at the foot of a tall tree. She approached the kit, and it cowered. Tenderly, she extended her hand to show the young fox she meant him no harm, and gently picked up the injured fox, being careful not to cause any more pain. As she did so, a single tear shed for the suffering creature ran down her cheek, leaving in it’s wake a wet streak of fur. As it dropped from her face, it inadvertently landed in the corner of the large gash on the fox’s side. Within moments, and to the amazement of both Lunaraa and the fox, the gash had stopped bleeding and closed, leaving only a scar. She gently set the fox down, stood up, and began to back away, bewildered. The young fox, feeling much better, stood up and approached her. She urged him to return to his mother and siblings, but instead, the fox followed her home. When Uomi returned that evening, she told her the story of what had happened, and she immediately took her to the to see the tribal elders. The fox followed, and was permitted to sit by Lunaraa’s side. After a lengthy meeting, the council determined the source of this power of healing to be druidistic in nature, and her fate was sealed. As the years passed, Lunaraa developed and refined her powers under the watchful eye of her parents, and the tribe’s elder druid. All the while, the young fox that she had healed stayed by her side. She had named him Renard, or Ren for short. By the time of her coming-of-age ceremony, she had become a tremendously powerful healer and at said ceremony, she was given the honorable title of Lunaraa Spiritmender. About a week after the ceremony, she was awoken in the middle of the night by a horrific chaos, and rushed outside to find an Alliance scouting party consisting of warriors and paladins assailing the tribe. Her father and his fellow warriors had taken up arms against the threat, and the women of the tribe had taken to tending to the injured. Frantically, she searched for her father and mother among the chaos. She quickly located her mother. Her father, however, was more difficult to locate. After searching for several minutes, she saw from the edge of the fray emerge another warrior, dragging her father. He had been impaled by an Alliance paladin’s blade, and was bleeding out. She ran to him, casting her most powerful healing spells as she ran. Despite her best efforts, in collaboration with the efforts of several of her shaman friends, her father succumbed to his wounds and passed, becoming one with the Earthmother. Surging with agony, Lunaraa screamed, clasping her father’s lifeless body. Her eyes began to glow with a vibrant emerald energy. Her pain swelling, the air began to crackle with energy as bolts of light began to fall from the tempest forming above. Miraculously, however, the bolts fell only on the enemy soldiers, killing several and forcing the rest to retreat out of fear. It is said by members of her tribe that on that day, the stars themselves fell. With the surviving alliance fleeing and her father’s body in her arms, she vowed to join the Horde cause and defend the innocent against the Alliance’s insane genocide against the Orcs and their allies. Today, she heals her allies and fellow heroes as they embark on their journeys to defend peace and preserve balance in the world of Azeroth…