Please keep in mind that these are my opinions 'n shit. Also don't get all offended if one of these apply to you.

1. Thanks For Watching!
'Nuff said

2. Sonic O.C's
I hate fuckin' Sonic.

3. My Little Pony
Coming from a guy who uses death metal as a lullaby. I hate this show.

4. Mushy Bullshit
Yes.

5.Fanfics.
The horror. (0-0)

6.(Insert Name Here) The Killer
Yea.

7. Fursona Thievery Drama
Yes.

8. Let's Yiff! LOL!
No dog penis for me.

9. So. Much. Feelings.
The whole feelings thing ain't my fuckin' scene.

10. Pawpufur!
Kill yourself.

I'm making a closed species fursona. Simply because why the fuck not.

I just realized that it takes me 15 minutes to draw and it takes other artists like 2-3 weeks. XD Fuck yea, being slight of hand fuckin' rocks.

Is anyone else not getting submissions? It says they're there but when I click on them they ain't there.

Seriously, diarrea, puking and migrane. The hell? I almost never get sick. This would be my first time getting sick this year. I'm scared.

This will be free. I don't think y'all should pay for art but whateva.

0-0 I just ate a vitamin that expired 6 years ago.

I'm just going to say it. I can't draw the happy, cutesy lovable bullshit. I'm better at drawling the serious, gorey, horror shit. I love drawling The Slenderman, Jeff The Killer and The Rake. I ain't that good with happy experessions unfortunatly. I can still draw them, just not so well.

Yea, bored as fuck. Post a link to a picture of your fursona and I'll do a headshot.

you know what I hate? Furfags. Fuckin' running around, fucking they're dogs and cats and shit. Fuckin' nasty ass gross sonsofabitches. I hate furries. They always are responsible for that creepy art on facebook. It's not like they always get drunk and they always stink and shit. They're gross and they're all just 50 and 60 year old pedofiles looking to fuck children.

#FurfagsOfAmerica

#NoFurries

#KeepYourAnimalNotFucked___________________________________________________________________

Now, if you're not a complete retard than you'll know that this was obviously not a troll. Also, don't start bitching in the fuckin' comments on how this is offensive and shit. If you've got a sence of humor than laugh. Please, don't go bitching about it in the comments because fuck you're feelings. I love the furry fandom and I owe it my life. It's given variety to my life again and introduced me to the most beautiful girl in the world  wulfcana. I could have never asked for a better butt buddy! C:< Anyways, I love you fur fandom and please, don't bitch to me.


- Beta The Wolf

These feelings that I'm feeling. I'm not used to them. I wish to fuck I could just make them stop, to make it simple again. I can feel the spiders, biting at my skin. I just wish I could move because the venoms kicking in. I wish I could stop shush them, these voices in my head. I fucking wish I had a gun, a bullet might scilence them again. I can feel the madness, pounding in my head, I need to kill it's so hard to tell if I'm going to snap again.

Chorus:Hatred, woah oh oh oh oh, Hatred. It's the only thing I've got left. Hatred, woah oh oh oh oh. Hatred, it's been my best friend. Hatred, woah oh oh oh oh. Hatred, love is overated.

All of these corpses, decaying on my bed. I can't help it, it's just so fun, the madness is here again.

Chorus: Hatred, woah oh oh oh oh, Hatred, I welcomed the madness in. Hatred, woah oh oh oh oh. Hatred, I wish I was dead.

Death is welcoming, I want to be dead. I grasp my rusty knife, in my fucking hand. I laugh as I guide it, slowly down the vein. I start to feel woozy, it's time for me to rest.

Chorus: Hatred, woah oh oh oh oh. Hatred, dead children in my closet. Hatred, woah oh oh oh oh. Hatred, I'm losing blood fast. Hatred, woah oh oh oh oh. Hatred, I'm not going to last.

I drop to the ground, losing blood fast. I can finally feel it, death is my salvation. I look at all of the corpses, scattered throughout my room. I smile as I realize, I will be visiting them soon. I can feel my life, slipping from my grasp. I take a great deep breath and in my final moments I laugh.

Chorus: Hatred, woah oh oh oh oh. Hatred, I have reached my end. Hatred, woah oh oh oh oh oh. Hatred, I was never buried. Hatred, woah oh oh oh oh. Hatred, I'll see you all in hell. Hatred, woah oh oh oh oh Hatred, heaven is overated.
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Thanks for reading! I'd love some critisom, as it is alwats apprieciated. This was my very first song I've ever written. Thanks y'all and buy.

- Beta The Wolf

I'm starting a death metal band and I need name suggestions. Got any for me?

Well, I have a lot of experience with women. You know, having been in about 30 relationships and shit. Now, I've been thinking about the friendzone and how bullshit it is. Now, I've got a shit ton of friends that are in "The Friendzone". Now here are three easy things to get you out of the friendzone. So, without furhter ado, 3 ways to get unfriendzones.

1.) Don't be a pussy, just ask 'em out.

Most of the time the chick likes you too and it's the same deal. It's always a stalemate, you ask her out, you win.

2.) Show 'em a fun time.

Girls typically go for a guy that likes to have fun. Show the girl a good time and slowly but surely she'll start taking a likeing to you.

3.) Rape

Nor reccomended. Just rape 'em. Not that difficult.



Do you have a question that you want to ask about girls? Ask me in the coments and I'll awnser it or maybe even put it in a journal if nesesary.

Beta lives in Zemonda, a tribal camp located in the warm planes of Iklarbag of the east. Beta is the village orphan, he never new his parents. All of thge local village children made fun of Beta all of his life for not having a mark. Every single person in the village except Beta was born with a specific mark on there paws. With each mark comes a certain rank. There are a total of four marks that children are born with. The Square Mark is the lowest rank. First, is The Square Mark. The Square mark is typically associated with stupidity, clumbsyness and lazyness. Individuals born with The Square Mark usually are not trusted with a village job. Next, comes The Circle Mark. Furs born with the circle mark are typically fun loving, happy but can be lazy and sometimes arguementitive. When you're born with the circle mark you usually are trusted with jobs such as cooking, cleaning, shopkeeping things of that nature. Third is the star mark. When you're born with The Star Mark you are trusted with the more important jobs like hunting, water fetching, breeding and on occaisons soldier. Being born with The Star Mark usually means that you're happy, fun, brave and smart. Finally, The X Mark. The most elite of the elite are born with this mark. This mark gives you access to every job available. Those lucky enough to be born with mark are typically associated with luck, strength, honor, bravery and courage. Allthough, this sometimes makes some go mad with power. Beta, being born without a mark, is treated as an outcast and is not treated very kindly for it. Beta isn't allowed to associate with any of the other village members. Beta has been alone all of his life. He is allowed to eat only when all of the others are done eating. He eats off of the scraps of all of the other tribals. The Village Princess, Wulfcana fascinated by Betas lack of a mark, watches Beta through her bedroom window at night. Beta is rarely seen at day time because of badly he's treated. Beta always scavenges for items fropped by the village vendors and creates machines all types of weaponery and machines with them. He always takes all of his scavenged parts and creates some thingamajig outside of the castle. Typically though, he creates weapons more advenced than the guards weapons. Due to her demond bloodline, Wulfcana has always had a natural love for weapons and has always wanted to be a warrior. Unfortunatly, due to being a female and royalty she is not allowed out of castle grounds ever. Beta doesn't dress as all of the other tribe members. Beta dresses in a crudely stitched together suit of rags. This isn't just any pear of rags though, these clothes are designed to make him faster than most. Beta get's by by stealing. Due to him being exteremly agile and quick, he can usually outrun the street vendors with ease, making is already bad reputation even worse. Beta has not been taught right and wrong, lacking the ability to remorse, he typically does anything he pleases, wether it's stealing a mans wig, or peeing in the village fountain, Beta causes mychief all around the village. Beta is 15, making him hormonal as well. Beta has anger issues and has been known to sometimes act violently towards the lower ranking members of the village. Beta always carries around a satchel of throwing knifes he crafts out of the bones in a t bone steak. He is very accurate with these knives and in his free time even develuped his very own fighting style, those that had seen him use it, describes it as unlike anything they have ever seen. Beta typically doesn't speak, mostly because he doesn't know how to. He does however, know a form of language known by all called Hand Speach. A different, more complex form of sign language. Beta does have on mentor however, a lone otter with a shack on the outskirts of the village named Nanukkluik. He has taught Beta the art of Hand Speach and has tried on multiple occaisons to teach him how to talk, but with no success. Nanukkluik has been taking care of Beta ever since he found him that night. Nanukkluik found Beta on his door step by a mysterious robed women. It was stormy that night and the wind was fierce. Beta got his name by a necklace that he was wearing. The necklace had Beta crudly carved into it. Beta was soon accepted into the village after he wandered into it one day. Nanukkluik has been taking care of Beta ever since he was a puppy. As far as Beta knows, Nanukkluik is his father. Nanukkluik was never married, so Beta has never seen a female. Nanukkluik has tried to give Beta "The Talk" on several occaisons but he never had the attention span to listen and would leave before he was given the chance to give him the full talk. Beta has seen Wulfcana on multiple occaisons, and has sometimes even jumped up to her window and talked to her, only to be shot at by the guards and there muskets and blunderbuss and scared off. Beta had quite the crush on the princess. The princess had found Beta and his antics amusing and usually laughed when she saw him running away from the vendors, sausage link in jaws. Overall, Betas life was simple, hard and whatever.


Fursonas: Nanukkluik:  Nanukkluik
Wulfcana:  wulfcana
Beta Blackly: Me, who else dumbass.

This story was brought to you by  digitalspaz DigitalSpaz: He'll fuck you up, with his mustache.

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He has a black and red mohawk and a moncle. Just imagine that on this thing. http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb....._deathclaw.jpg

It must be something a death metal artist would have though.

With the tags Furry, Beta The Wolf, Telephone, Skrat, Fucking Beaners, Troll, Creepy, NIGGERS,

Yep, it's cancled. I just ain't having that much fun with it anymore. It was fun at first. Now it just feels more like a chore then a hobby. So I cancled it. I'll be writing a new story in it's place. I don't know what but it'll be a doozy.

Well, he's a human. (As of all my roleplay characters.) He was genetically tested on at birth. Scientists where testing a new formula. That new formula would take acouple years to genetically cope with the body. The subject would suffer severe pains and constant bleeding from every orifice until the formula would fully take place. The formula was a chemical that make the sells of the body more durable and acted as a stereroid/adrenaline for the cells. Litteraly giving the subject thick skin. the cells would be packed together tighter. This of course, would make sweating an impossability because of the swelling of the cell covering the pores. The chemical would also effect the brain. Making it work at at least 90% capacity, making it at work at least 10x better than a regular human. (Updates will be out soon)

All men whom beat women are just giant pussies. I don't fucking care who you are, if I see you beating on a girl, I'm going to kick your ass. When I was little, my father had a problem in which he has solves and now he's over it. He would hit my mother almost every night. (From what I remember.) I remember sitting in the corner of my room, curled up in a ball crying while screaming, fighting and the constant sound of glass breaking. (This is when I was five.) Those where some of the darkess moments of my life. I find it exteremly annoying when menj bloat about hitting a women. One time, I saw a guy hitting my ex-girlfriend. (Yes, I am usually still friends with my exes.) So yea, I saw a guy yeling at my ex. I was walking over to investigate when suddenly he hit her. I yelled and got his attention. He turned around, only to get a face ful of my steel toed boots. Yea, I do not condone women beating one fucking bit. I could care less if it's the pope itself, if I see you hitting a women, I'm going to kick your fucking teeth in. Kapish?

- Beta The Wolf

Here's a list of my fetishes. I warn you, there's some nasty shit in here.
So, without furhter ado here they are.

1.) The basics, Big Breasts, Big Ass you know, what every guy likes.

2.) Being Cut

3.) Being Slapped

4.) Anything that involves being slapped.

5.) Dry Humping

6.) Lolicon (Drawn only.)

7.) Anal

8.) Squirting

9.) Manga

10.) Futanari (Hentai Only)

11.) Assjobs

12.) Breast Jobs

13.) Lactation

14.) Erect Nipples (Female Only)

15.) Nipple Fuck (Again, female only.)

16.) Breast Expansion

17.) Cum on breasts

18.) Gay Porn

19.) Gore (To an extenth)

20.) Pokemon

21.) Long As Fuck Tongues.

22.) Vore (To an extenth)

23. Erect Dick

24.) Pussy Lickin'

25.) (Some) Tentacle Porn

26.) Mouth NIpples (Don't ask)

27.) Death

28.) Deers (Anthro not feral.)

29.) Feet (Sort Of)

30.) Tall Legs

31.) Pussy Wedgie

32.)Wedgie

33.) Camel Toe

34.) One Piece Swimsuits

35.) Skull Fucking

36.) Peeing

37.) Big Dicks

38.) Femboys

Allright, my facebook is here:https://www.facebook.com/connor.pfoff

Here's my page: https://www.facebook.com/Lordpfoff

Here's my Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/Beta_Ze_Vulf

I don't feel like making a facebook for my fursona. I'm rarely going to check it and it's going to be a big hassle. I will however make a page for him if y'all want to like that or whatever.

We all woke up early that morning so we could get to the steel mill earlier. I was awoken by Werdragon shaking me. Sephara and Wulfcana where already up and ready to go. I stood up, rubbed my eyes and prepared to start towards the steel mill. The steel mill was maybe 3 hours away or something. Oakvale was a very large town. We all walked, following the trail. It was a little chilly that morning, there was a light fog covering the area. The trail was noticeably way and muddy. There was vines and such covering most of the area. We where walking about thirty minutes when there where some gunshots in the distance. Instinctively, we all dropped to the ground, our hands covering our necks and heads. I turned my head to me left seeing some humans. They where hooping and hollering. They looked like middle aged men, very tall in stature. They laughed and shouted. I could tell fro there accents that they where from the south. One human was sporting a beard and the other had a goatee. The bearded one wore camo and I could smell from some wolf named Zeno. There where several beer bottles and they where under the influence. I looked around and saw Wulfcana holding her shoulder and yelling in pain. "God darn it ya' missed her ya' dumb fuck." stumbled the bearded one, he then swiped the rifle from the other one and took aim at me. I attempted to evade the gunshot but he got me in my leg. The bearded one just growled and threw the gun down in a rage. He grabbed a machete near his foot and ran at me. I attempted to get up but when I tried a surge of stabbing pain shot throughout my right leg. I stumbled back on the ground using my left leg to inch myself away from my attacker. Meanwhile, the one with the goatee was equipped with the rifle that my attacker was previously using. He was aiming at Werdragon. Werdragon swiftly evaded the gunshot by moving to the side and grabbed the gun by the barrel and pushed it towards him, the butt of the gun breaking his nose. Werdragon again, took control of the gun and forcefully, pushed the butt of the gun and forced into the hunters gut, knocking the wind out of him. While the hunter was crouched over holding his gut Werdragon kicked him in the head and he was out cold. While I was paying attention to Werdragon my attacker had shoved his machete through my chest. Werdragon shot the hunter in his head with the rifle that ironically enough used to be his. He quickly ran over to me I looked to my right, Sephara had treated Wulfcana. There was a bandage over where the bullet had been. I saw the bullet on the ground next to her and a small pool of blood surrounding it. I then looked at Werdragon, he had taken the machete out and was now using a string and pool of fishing wire that we had scavenged from a hospital and was sowing the wound. It's true what they say, it really doesn't hurt that much. Next was the bullet. He dug his fingers into the hole and fished out the shrapnel that was embedded into my leg. Let's just say that that was painful as hell.
After I was healed and everything was good we began walking again. We left those hunters behind on the trail, flies already beginning to cloud around there corpses. Finally, after about an hour or so of walked we reached the mill. The doors creaked as we entered. The mill had vines and grass growing all around it. "Yea, this mill is definitely in working condition." he began to grab steel ingots and begin to pound them. First, he was doing Sepharas' weapon. His weapon didn't take that long to do. He grabbed a large 50 pound weight andbegan using some adhesive to glue the two together. He then did my weapon. He made me a long sword. He then made his weapon. He made a large, oversized and extremely heavy blade. It was at least as big as his body. Finally, everyone was equipped with there weapons. We where now ready to begin the ritual to the underworld so that we may take the fang of Cerberus. I'm beginning to feel like this is not going to be easy. May the gods bless our path.

Beta The Wolf.