Just started playing Final Fantasy XII and discovered that they have a race of Bunny Girls called the Veria (sp?) and a playable character of his race called Fran.

Now, I was wondering if they was an art of Fran or her race within FA?

Or if anyone, such as Atariboy, was interested in doing a muscle version of this bunny girl?

Probably not, but alway an idea. :)

Catch ya
Shadow

Recently, I got a Deviant Art account so I could see the works of some friends and look for new and interesting stuff, but I got guilty about not having any works of my own there so I posted a bunch of the photos that I've taken over the last year.

Got half my collection posted, more to come.

http://the-shadow298.deviantart.com/gallery/

So, I'll post all my animal pics here still and have the others over there.

Catch ya
Shadow

We left later then expected on Friday to get down to Melbourne.
This wasn't due to anyone or any one thing but to the usual rush and stress of such journeys and travelling to usually unventured parts of the city.
So, we ended up leaving after 3 in the afternoon but made good time in getting out of Canberra, via Murrenbateman and Yass.

The journey was made interesting by the Elf and Reseptical wanting to drink all the way down.
This lead to a few things, most notably Glenda almost being arrested for DUI because we got pulled up at an RBT in Talcutta and the alcohol fumes from the back of the car were actually strong enough to set off the breatherlisers (a newer model which you speak into).
Also had the attempted drunken escapades in Albury (namely at the Bended Elbow pub) and a few other things but it was all fine in the end.
The Elf and Reseptical handled their liquor as well and fluently as they always do and behaved themselves quite well.

The only major marring of the journey down possible came from my own unpridictable mood swings and poisoned tongue but I kept both in check as much as I could.

Our major issue was was once we reached Melbourne, after midnight, and had to find our way to the outer suburb of Sydenham, where I was set to stay.
Navigating Melbourne is difficult at the best of times but at night and in areas new and unknown makes it worse.
Though Glenda did her upmost and got me there safely.

The people that I stayed with are my online friends Bee (mikazuki_dono) and her husband Andrew (youtatenshi) who I must say are two of the kindest, most genuine people that I have ever had the pleasure to meet.
Their kindness and compassion knows no bounds, even to the point of driving me out of their way to the cremetorium and pick me back up again.
I owe them a great debt because of such kindness and shall now strive to be fraction of the people that they both are.

So, now onto the core of the matter and the reason for such a journeying.
The Funeral of Mistress Aveline Esther Rubinshteyn and this was both a delight and a sorrow.

There were many in attendance, soem of whom I have known many years, so strangers and some very much a surprise to see -for various reasons.

The service itself was delayed because of technical issues.
so, as one speak did say, Aveline was in fact late for her own Funeral.
The first address was given by Reverend Tim Costello (brother of the much loathed Peter and champion of many causes) and was done fittingly -despite he having never meet Aveline in life. Though he is friends with her mother and family as knew of her work with so many social causes.
All the tributes were most touching.
Especially the tales that brought laughter to everyone -which is what Aveline would have wanted most.
Though there were many tearful moments, everyone seemed to hold themselves quite well and there was a strange love and dignity from so many strange and wonderful people.

It was an absolute pleasure to be able to catch up with so many -such as Kathy and Jager Plushbox (formerly Indigo Plushbox), Rungie and so many others.
I was shocked and almost angry to see the likes of Limestone Lisa there.
Mainly because she had little to do with Aveline in life but mostly because Aveline really disliked her and all her little friends.

And in the end, Mistress is always right.
Fro she did tell me one day that she would bring me to tears.
It was the first time any had been shed from emotion since our beloved Keg died so many years ago.

Whilst others went to the wake/party in the city, I opted to go back to Bee & Andrew's and spend time with myself and then their company.
Though I would have liked to have gone, I knew that I wouldn't have coped very well. My temper and beligerance being such as they are, as well as the company of many with whom I've had a strange atagonism against over the years. Not actually disliking or hating them (quite the contray in many cases) but never being comfortable or pleasent in their company outside of certain situations.

I awoke early Sunday morning and Bee and Andrew delivered me to the train station and sent me off with much kindness.
Once I reached the city, my usual adventures began.
That is being accosted for money by someone I would rather kill than help, seeing someone I know randomly and out of place and being misplaced by the universe.
This all happened on the same tram trip.

A drunken junkie of Aboridginal descent asked me for money, but I pleaded poverty and he mustn't have been keen on my expression or dress, because he quickly left me to myself. But he and his friend continued to harass other passangers by accusing them of being racist because they wouldn't talk to him, telling them to "go back to their own country" and threatening them with violence.
He quickly left, after more threats to another passenger, and I looked up to see the hair and calf muscle tattooes of a familair face.

Before I could move over to confirming my suspicions, she moved to leave and I did see that it was Marita -a sound engineer that I have had the pleasure of meeting several times over the years at The RockApe, Metal For The Brain and many other metal shows.
We could only chat briefly but it was nice to see her.

Then came the misplacement.
In my rush, I jumped on the first tram bound for East Brunswick, thinking it would be part and parcel of the whole Brunswick deal.
It was from this that I learnt how lazy Melbournians are.
They told me that it was quite a hike from from the East Brunswick station to Sydney Road in Brunswick proper but it only took me 20 minutes from there down Blyth Street -that is barely half the walk from Westfield Belconan to my mother's house.
The most arguous part of my vagabond travelling was walking down Sydney Road to find where the Elf was staying.
This was easy enough but made long because of the crowds and the growing heat.
Eventually i made it to Jager and Kathy's house and Glenda was swift in picking up both the Elf and I and then onto the Reseptical but we discovered that things had been left behind and had to be retrived.
So, Glenda dropped we three passengers back at Jager and Kathy's while she went to Halo's in order to retrieve her top hat.
We had to wake the occupants of the house but we got the Elf's prized jacket back and we went in search of food and drink.

Glenda picked us up and we made our return to Canberra.

It was a solemn and uneventful progress, mainly because we were all so exhusted from the weekend and very much at frayed tempers.
The greatest part was still the sunset as we reached Canberra.

The Sun become a red burning disk as it sunk behind the cloud of dust and smoke.
I regret that I was unable to obtain a photograph of it.

We reached Canberra after 8 PM and returned the Elf home first and I was dropped off soon after.
But I was in such a mood when I returned home, only made worse by the fact my cats were still outside and the house was boiling hot because of Bryn's reluctence to open any doors or windows.

The most joyous part of my night was being able to talk to my most beloved Fatin again and actually see her this time -through the installation of MSN Live.
Nothing kinky or amissed happened.
Merely the same conversation as always but with me able to gaze upon her beauty.

This week bas been a thing most unwanted but efforts were made and matters done.
Now all I wish is rest and nourishment. As well as the fleeting chance of peace and sanity.

That is all.

Your's faithfully
Shadow