This is 3 out of 7 character profiles, that will be created for my story "Medieval Cohesion".

Full name: Gary Jenkins
Specie: Lynx
Age: 67 years old
Gender: Male
Class: Thief
2nd Class: None
Weapon: Dual daggers
Armor: Leather

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Dexterity ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙
Endurance ◙ ◙
Agility ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙
Magical ◙ ◙

- Abilities -

Stealth ~ As most thieves around the world, Gary has mastered the art of fading away in the shadows of night, making it easier for him to sneak around unnoticed. Even during combat, he can occasionally strike an unsuspecting enemy from the shadows, while his defenses are down. Most enemies taken by surprise, don't live to witness the next dawn.

Sticky Fingers ~ Any opponent unfortunate enough to cross blades with Gary in melee combat, will quickly learn that an inattentive eye, can lead to empty pockets in a heartbeat. While keeping his opponent distracted in combat, Gary's swift hands may snatch gold pieces and other interesting trinkets, too quick for his enemy to realize before its too late.

Dagger Mastery ~ Having mastered the art of wielding short blades in combat, Gary is able to equip a dagger in both hands, dual-wielding them for swift and deadly attacks. Besides overwhelming his enemies with combos, he can also use his daggers to block certain types attacks, but some weapons are too powerful for his daggers to resist.

Hail of Knives ~ A thief's dexterity is his greatest weapon, and after years of practice, Gary has learned to hurl multiple throwing knives at the same time. This offers him the opportunity to strike more than one enemy at once, or hitting a larger enemy with more than one knife at the same time. This ability is only available when throwing knives are carried.

Navigation ~ Throughout his many years of traveling, Gary's journey has occasionally taken place by sea, where he has learned much about directing great vessels through the endless bodies of water. He knows his way around the deck of a ship, and with a compass in hand, he can direct vessels through storms and dangerous reefs with minimal damages.

Taunt ~ The only thing sharper than Gary's dagger, is his tongue. When it seems convenient, he can provoke an enemy to direct all attention towards him, pushing the enemy into a reckless attack. This is a great way to distract foes from weak or wounded party members. But unfortunately, it's a risky move to use, as Gary cannot endure much punishment himself. An unwise taunt could become his downfall.

Pathfinding ~ Every experienced adventurer, will become familiar with the lands that he has journeyed across. Gary has explored many interesting parts of the world, and because of this, he can direct his allies to shortcuts that will save them heaps of time. Additionally, he usually also know all the greatest locations to hide out, when things get rough.

- Background -

For approximately 42 years ago, the ambitious and highly intelligent Gary Jenkins worked as a humble sculptor, earning his underwhelming pay by shaping posh statues out of common stone. With his chisel and mallet in hand, he created impressive products that eventually drew a lot of attention, making it easy for him to make a living. His wealth grew significantly over the following few years, but some claimed that the solitude was threatening his sanity, as he lived alone with no wife or children. Work occupied most of his life, because he needed the wealth to fulfill his dream, of venturing out to explore the world as a traveler. The magnificent statues that he designed, made appearance throughout an entire region, and eventually attracted a royal family to hire his service. It made his heart swell with pride, when the noble King Salowmere asked him to create a statue of him and his queen, to welcome the visitors outside their castle by the gate. These were statues meant to go down in history, even long after the king and his queen had passed away, and Gary was generously rewarded for his work. But the glittering gold acquired, was far from the only benefit connected to this deal. After having been hired by a royal family, Gary’s reputation as a sculptor increased significantly, and even more people sought his service. A couple of years passed by, and once the flow of business finally calmed down, Gary had accumulated an impressive amount of gold pieces. He was considered a wealthy man, and was either respected or envied for having come so far as a low sculptor. It was clearly his enthusiasm that had carried him this far, but then to everyone’s surprise, he suddenly quit his job despite it was going so well. He had decided that what wealth he had gathered, was sufficient for him to achieve his greatest goal in life.

No more than a week after having resigned as a famous sculptor, Gary Jenkins left the town by horse carriage, bringing only his most important personal belongings, and the great chest of gold pieces that he had earned. He was finally on his way out to explore the world, as a young man following a dream. The wealth he brought along, was meant to deal with the traveling expenses, and to ensure that he wouldn’t run low on food supplies during the journey. But traveling alone is dangerous, in such a dark and merciless world. Having traveled for no more than a month, Gary Jenkins was ambushed by ruthless brigands on the road, chasing him down on horseback. Despite his attempt to escape, the weight of his carriage slowed him down, and he was eventually overwhelmed by the swift bandits. Standing with the great risk of having his own life forfeit, Gary had no choice but to surrender his fortune to these criminal brigands, and watch them ride away with the gold he spend years to earn. They even killed his two beautiful stallions, that pulled his wooden carriage, to make sure that he wouldn’t attempt to seek them out. Gary came out of this experience unharmed, but he had lost everything. His great wealth was stolen. He had no longer a job. His fame was worth nothing. And he was hundreds of miles away from home. But despite of this highly depressing coincident, Gary refused to let those brigands ruin his dream. After having blown off some steam and cooled down, he decided to keep traveling, even if he had to so as a tramp. Driven by his own stubbornness, he left the pitiful remains of his horse carriage, and continued his journey by foot. Nothing could possibly stand in his way of exploring the world and harvesting rich experiences on the way. But unfortunately, it didn’t take long before he realized how futile his goal had become, now that he had neither food or wealth anymore.

His clothes became worn, his stomach growled and things were only getting worse with each day. Once the hunger became too overwhelming, he even found himself begging people for a few pieces of gold. But few were willing to part with their money, despite that Gary would’ve been pleased with even the smallest contribution. His anger directed towards the mingy civilization grew, and he completely lost faith in the society. By that moment, he was convinced that the only way for him to survive, would be to embrace an illegal lifestyle. The rude treatment and lack of generosity, made it easy for Gary to turn his back on the world, and focus on his own needs and desires. From that day, he no longer begged for gold to ensure his survival - he simply took it, and slipped out of sight unnoticed. Fingers slipped into the pockets of rich men, snatching loose coins and full pouches. Once having grown more comfortable with this criminal lifestyle, he kept himself nourished with fresh food stolen directly from stores or outdoor stalls. As a newcomer embracing the art of theft, he was occasionally discovered during his attempts to steal, but never once was he caught and put behind bars. To his own surprise, it quickly became clear to him that he possessed a natural talent, when it came to escaping uncomfortable situations and hiding in the shadows. He even felt at home in the dark of night, waiting for convenient victims to mug. Once having used the stolen gold pieces to fill his empty stomach, he decided to invest in new clothes, that seemed fitting for his new way of life - a black cloak decorated with orange trims, hooded to keep his identity hidden, dark to make his body merge with the shadows of night.

As Gary kept traveling around the world, drifting from one town to the other, he eventually decided to switch his old chisel out with a pair of daggers for combat. As a thief, he found it necessary to master the art of self defense, so that he wouldn't stand completely helpless when things got out of control. Furthermore, he yearned to seek vengeance upon the despicable criminals that took everything away from him months before. One day, he successfully tracked down the same brigands that stole his fortune, and killed the stallions pulling his carriage. The wealth was all spend by then, but Gary didn't care. He found satisfaction in killing every single man, striking them so fast that they barely managed to draw their blades. With his daggers stained by the blood of the low brigands, Gary had hereby committed his first of many murders, and he didn't feel the slightest remorse. Years passed by, and Gary eventually became notorious throughout the regions. Recognized as a master thief, he gained connections with other criminals around the world, and even agreed to take part in temporary partnerships. He had been through everything - theft, burglary, smuggling, piracy and even assassination. But as he was growing old in the process, he eventually settled down in the town of Barrock, claiming to have retired as a traveler. But once he was approached by the young knight Wesley Lightweaver, and his close friend Paul Drakemyre, their quest was apparently capable of making Gary step out of retirement. They sought his experience as a traveler, as only he knew how to find the sacred forest of Niévahna, where the forgotten tribes are said to exist. Not only did he accept to show them the way; he even offered to join them on their quest. It remains unknown, what motivated the old lynx to embark on this journey with the two bold adventurers from Paravil. Sensing the end approaching, perhaps he hungered for one last journey before his time expired. Maybe he schemed to stab their backs when they least expected it, and steal everything they own for profit. Or could there be an even deeper reason behind it...?

This is 2 out of 7 character profiles, that will be created for my story "Medieval Cohesion".

Full name: Paul Drakemyre Fenthon
Specie: Rabbit
Age: 23 years old
Gender: Male
Class: Knight
2nd Class: Crusader
Weapon: Flail
Armor: Chain mail

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Dexterity ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙
Endurance ◙ ◙
Agility ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙
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- Abilities -

Dash ~ As a natural ability adopted from his own species, Paul is able to sprint at high speed, which is useful for evasion or approaching enemies that depend on ranged attacks. During a successful dash, Paul can ignore the weight of his armor, to avoid having it slow him down.

Medium Armor ~ Despite his low physical prowess, Paul has learned to wear chain mails so efficiently, that he can benefit from their defensive values without being slowed down too much. Paul will never be able to wear plated armors, and can only equip a shield, once he has become worthy of considering himself a crusader.

Shield Bash ~ Once Paul has obtained a shield, he can use it to bash opponents met in close encounters. It stuns the living and lower their guard, but functions as a blunt and devastating attack towards undead enemies, causing a great deal of damage in the process. This ability requires the promotion to crusader.

Wall Bounce ~ By using his excellent agility, Paul can bounce on walls to attack enemies from unexpected directions, penetrating their defense to cause maximum damage. This ability only works indoors, but if Wesley Lightweaver is present in battle, Paul can occasionally bounce on Wesley's shield for a similar effect.

Flail Mastery ~ Since Paul has specialized in fighting with a flail, he is able to ignore the weapons weight, to deliver swift and efficient blows. His flail has a decent effect when fighting living opponents, but it really shines when dealing with undead, since the spiked ball can strike skeletal targets with an amplified effect. Fleshy undead are less susceptible to his blunt attacks, however.

Divine Protection ~ When having stepped upon the path of light, Paul can use his limited connection with holy divinity, to enhance the armor of himself and his surrounding allies. Damages and dents will fade away, and the plates of armors worn by allies will be reinforced, effectively raising their defense in combat. This ability requires the promotion to crusader.

Champion of Shévolyn ~ The most essential requirement, for a person to rightfully claim the title of crusader, is to always act in the name of good. During times of crises, Paul can put his heart into a holy prayer, and beg the Goddess of Light for assistance in combat. If the Goddess Shévolyn answers his prayer, she will bless him with divine strength, that will empower him for a short period of time. His armor will morph into an angelic design and the chain of his flail will grow in length. Standing as a true champion of light, his strength, defense and endurance has increased significantly, but his dexterity and agility will be weakened. Once the blessing wears off, Paul will be left in fatigue. This ability requires the promotion to crusader.

- Background -

Back in his early youth, Paul lived a quiet and peaceful life, with his kind and loving parents. His father was a humble farmer, who only ever worried about growing crops at the field, that he could later sell for profit at the market. Paul was a highly independent child, so it didn’t matter much to him, that his parents were occupied with work all the time. He could easily entertain himself by exploring the woods and fields, along with his friends by the same age. His parents kept him somewhat sheltered from the worlds cruelty, raising him to believe that the world was much more peaceful, than it actually was. This lead to Paul being pretty naive at a young age, but he came to witness the harsh reality, when the town of Paravil experienced a violent raid of horned demons. This was years before, that the demonic empire joined forces with the legions of undead, and the demonic gate at Mount Kalibarr had yet to be sealed. The demons managed to penetrate the towns defenses, and broke into some of the poorly barricaded houses, including Paul’s home. Despite that Henry Drakemyre, Paul’s humble but noble father, had never been in combat at all, he was ready to defend his family once the demons broke through his front door. Armed with nothing but his rusty pitchfork, he attacked the beasts fearlessly, but was quickly slain by the far superior enemies. The only reason why Paul survived, was because his parents hid him in the cellar, where the demons never found him. But in the depths of the cellar, young Paul was traumatized by listening to the horrifying screams of his parents being brutally murdered by the demons upstairs.

During the next morning, when the royal soldiers of King Lionheart had successfully slain the demons, Paul crawled out of the cellar and broke into tears when he found the corpses of his slain parents on the floor. The intense sorrow lead him to flee from Paravil and escape into the woods, where he survived on his own by feeding on berries and beetles, and staying warm in dark caves during the cold winters. Two years later, he returned as a homeless and undernourished child to the town of Paravil, forced to live in the streets among rascals and thieves. After having lived so long in the raw wilderness, no one was able to recognize him, so he had nowhere to go and no one to count on. To avoid starvation, Paul’s reputation was heavily damaged, since he made a living out of stealing from stalls and snatching gold pieces from people’s pockets. Years passed on, he grew older, but things turned worse. The traumas connected with his childhood caused him to develop a severe depression, and the only way he could find to handle the sorrow, was to turn it into pure rage. When spending his few gold pieces at beverages in the local tavern, he often got involved in violent brawls that he started himself, where he mercilessly took out his rage on mindless drunkards. It was first later that he managed to see through the haze of alcohol, and realize that the only way to get over the past, would be to avenge the death of his parents. So he found the motivation to quit his foul habits of breaking the law, and pursue a more honorable kind of life, where he could pick up a weapon and practice fighting. He found strength in the belief that his parents were observing him from heaven, and he didn’t want to disappoint them, by getting involved with criminals and doing crimes.

By the age of seventeen, Paul finally felt prepared to join the king's royal army, and work his way up the ranks. But despite that he breezed through the training and became a great warrior, he failed to pass the final tests, and become promoted to be a royal bodyguard for the king himself. This turned out to be a frustrating obstacle for Paul, as it was his lacking physical prowess, that kept him from claming this noble title. But the winds of fortune slowly turned in Paul's favor, when he was discovered by the highly respected Wesley Lightweaver, a knight that passed the tests years earlier and became a royal bodyguard. Despite of Paul’s low strength and unimpressive body, Wesley approached the king and suggested to give Paul a chance, since he sensed hidden potentials inside him that could easily compensate for his shortcomings. The king was hesitant at first, but was eventually persuaded, granting Paul access to the noble title that he desired. This was the first time in his entire life, that Paul had managed to accomplish anything, that really made him proud. And from that day, the seeds of friendship had been sown between Paul and Wesley, which grew and blossomed through the next year of service. To everyone’s surprise, Paul turned out to become one of the few surviving bodyguards, that made it through the war against the united forces of demons and undead. So it was evident that Wesley Lightweaver did the right thing, by placing his faith in this young man from the streets.

Even after having put his criminal past behind him, and embraced the honor of knighthood, his traumatic memories still haunts him like ghosts from the past. He suffers in silence, and speaks of his past to no one. But deep inside his restless heart, lurks the sinister rage that he has build up over the ages, which occasionally shows its ugly face through sudden loss of temper. Paul has a tendency to draw hasty conclusions and come off as pretty judgmental, especially around people that are rebellious towards the law. Because of this, the situation would inevitably become complicated, once the notorious thief Gary Jenkins joined their party. This old lynx was known throughout the region, for having committed almost every crime in the book, and Paul feared that his parents would find it shameful to associate with such a rascal. Unfortunate for him, his naive friend Wesley trusts this criminal because of his bad reputation, and Wesley always gets the last word in every discussion. But that won't prevent him from always keeping a sharp eye on Gary Jenkins, in case if he was scheming to pull a dirty trick on the party, and stab their backs like a betrayer. Many foolishly suspect that Paul is the most inferior fighter on the team, but that is far from the truth. What he lacks in strength and magical capabilities, is compensated with a high rate of agility and dexterity. His attacks may not be impressively powerful, but he is able to strike fast and precise, often leaving his enemies unable to retaliate. For a knight, his defense rates are relatively low, especially compared to Wesley. But his natural swiftness makes him much more evasive, enabling him to successfully avoid attacks, instead of absorbing them. Despite of his dark past, Paul is a good man at heart, and deeply desires to protect the weak. But deep inside, he hopes to one day bring justice to the forces of evil, and ultimately avenge his devastated childhood. Maybe then, it would finally become possible for Paul to let go of the past, and move onward to shape a future of his own.

This is 1 out of 7 character profiles, that will be created for my story "Medieval Cohesion".

Full name: Wesley Lightweaver
Specie: Red fox
Age: 28 years old
Gender: Male
Class: Knight
2nd Class: Paladin
Weapon: Sword
Armor: Platemail and shield

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Defense ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙
Dexterity ◙ ◙ ◙
Endurance ◙ ◙ ◙
Agility ◙ ◙
Magical ◙ ◙

- Abilities -

Shield Bash ~ Once Wesley has obtained a shield, he can use it to bash opponents met in close encounters. It stuns the living and lower their guard, but functions as a blunt and devastating attack towards undead enemies, causing a great deal of damage in the process. This ability can also be used when unarmed.

Heavy Armour ~ Being a valiant knight who favors the art of protection, Wesley is able to wear a platemail, providing him with high defense rates. But unfortunately, the heavy armour also greatly decreases his flexibility and leaves him vulnerable to magical attacks. With training, he can adapt to the heavy weight.

Curative Touch ~ As Wesley grow in experience, and become deeper connected with his divine powers dwelling inside, he can muster his arcane energy to cure the wounds of allies partially. But he must be within range to touch the injured ally, for this ability to have any effect. Risky to use in active combat.

Light Ray ~ With the legendary blade "Heaven's Divider" in hand, Wesley can channel the divine power stored in the sword, and release a powerful beam of pure light. This beam is completely harmless to the living, but will cause severe damage to most types of undead. This ability requires the promotion to paladin.

Aura ~ Calling upon the divine powers of the holy Goddess herself, Wesley can become enveloped in a beautiful aura, that blesses him with a significant boost to his strength and defense. The effect only benefits Wesley himself, and drains a great deal of energy, once it wears off. This ability requires the promotion to paladin.

Sword Mastery ~ Since Wesley has specialized in fighting with a sword, he is able to perform swift combos and target an opponents weak spots, to witness his weapons full potential. Unfortunately, certain undead enemies are very challenging to destroy with a blade, such as various kinds of skeletons.

Healing wave ~ Having embraced his fate as a warrior of light, Wesley can channel pure energies of light, and release them in shape of curative waves. Any ally who is close enough to be affected by this, will find his regenerative capability increasing, closing wounds from combat. This ability requires the promotion to paladin.

- Background -

Being the last remaining member of the Lightweaver family, Wesley stands as the only person left to secure the survival of his lineage. His mother died shortly after having given birth to him, and he was since then raised by his father, who was a compassionate man that loved him dearly. They lived in a humble farm located close to a dense forest, only a few miles away from the town of Paravil. Wesley's father was a talented but modest swordsman, who had earned the honor of working as a royal bodyguard, for the noblehearted King Lionheart. At a young age, Wesley and his father practiced the art of swordfighting in the forest, using nothing but common sticks and branches to perform techniques. They grew very emotionally close to eachother. Wesley was proud of his father and had strong ambitions about once becoming a knight himself.

Before becoming a teenager, Wesley became victim to an accident, that left him in a deep coma for two weeks. A humble squire find him in this state and brought him home to his wife, and they kept him bedridden until he recovered. Once he awoke from the coma, it became clear that the rough concussion had taken it's toll on his memory, leaving him unable to recall certain parts from his past. He didn't remember anything about the accident, and what memories he had about his father had become blurry. The squire and his wife chose to adopt and raise the poor child, but it was first years after the accident, that Wesley's memory recovered enough for him to remember the face of his true father. People were hesitant with answering questions about his father. But he eventually learned, that his father had gone on a heroic journey to destroy the lord of death, and never returned. He was assumed dead. Wesley has yet to find a person willing to reveal his fathers name.

Wesley has grown into a strong and respected young fox, who has adopted his fathers great sense of compassion and honor. Once the king learned that Wesley was the son of the fallen hero, who used to serve as the king's royal bodyguard, he offered Wesley the opportunity to earn the same position. The finest and most talented captains of the king's army resumed Wesley's training, and it didn't take long before Wesley possesed the skills required, to pass the test and become promoted to be the king's royal bodyguard. Just like his heroic father, Wesley is a magnificent leader, and he finds courage in fellowship. Unfortunately, he is highly dependant on the support of others, and can't handle the pressure of having to take initiative on his own. Wesley embarked on his journey with Paul, hoping to shape an alliance with the hidden tribes of Niévahna. His heart is pure, and he will do anything it takes to protect the innocent and destroy the undead. But deep inside, something compels him to seek out and gather the fragments of his lost memory, to fully understand his past. Who was his father? What happened in the accident? The answer to those questions hold a great importance. And Wesley won't be able to unlock his true powers, before he has discovered his true identity.

Alright. So there is this highly disturbing thing, that has been a great burden to me for years, and now I simply can't take the pressure anymore. It's driving me insane. And despite that this won't feel good at all, I've decided that the best way to deal with this, is to face my fear and open up about it. So whoever you are, prepare your crates of rotten tomatoes, because I'm aware that I'm about to make myself the target of many judgemental attacks. But to say it as it is, I'd rather be open about this and endure the enevitable consequences, than keep hiding with the guilt eating me up from within. Some of you will probably laugh your asses off. Others will lose all respect for me. And few will remain true friends to me, knowing that I am still the loving and affectionate wolfess, that I've always been. I'm opening Pandoras Box, which may result in my soul's ultimate salvatoin, or an invitation of chaos and mayhem. So what is this wellkept secret, that holds the capability to make everyone shun me? Quite simple.

I'm a virgin. What, you don't believe me? It's true. Yes, I mean it. Despite that I've been in several relationships, online and in real life, I've never actually had sex with someone. My relationships have a tendency to crash before we get to that point, and I have absolutely no interest in doing "one night stands" with strangers. I put heart and emotions into sexual intimacy, so if I had to share something like that with someone else, then it's important for me that I really trust and love this person. Worst of all, I live in a country where homosexually is very frowned upon. And transgendered faggots like me are hated even more. So it's by no means easy or safe for my kind to search for a mate. There are also a couple of very personal reasons why I'm not quite in a hurry to find a lover, such as the fact that I'm constantly struggling with my injuries from the past, and the mental issues that I take medicine for daily. To keep it short, I have a lot of more urgent things to worry about. I'm also forced to focus on my educational developement, which is a tough nut to crack, since there's only very few options for people like me. The internal injury in my left eye, the fragile bone in my leg, the brain damage I've suffered, the heavy memory loss... No, it's not easy to find a job or education that I can handle. But every single day, I fight and struggle with the society's support, to find something that works.

Oh, but I know what you're probably all thinking right now.

"25 years old virgin? Oh my God! She must be a total loser, uglier than Quasimodo himself, and so obese that she can destroy cities with her massive weight"

The funny thing is, if that is what you are thinking, you are very wrong. To speak the truth here, I tend to be very modest about my physical appearence, so what I'm about to say is mainly based on what other people has said about me. First off, I am not even close to being overweight, as I am 1,90m tall(6,3) and only weight 161,7lbs (73,5kg). That is right, I am what people consider tall and slender. Heck, after all the weight I've dropped lately, you can even see my ribs exposed on my chest. And if you look past that I have lightly visible scars in my face, from the brutal accident I got into as a child, I don't look that bad either. Some people even went as far as calling me "gorgeous" or "Sexy", and not so long ago, someone close to me said I have an amazing ass. That really boosted my self-steem, I can asure you! But then again, I've also become a lot less shy over the last few years, providing me with the courage to pose a little for my closest friends in pictures. While wearing only my pink thong, of course! Yeah, I know. I'm a slut. But here's the great shocker for you - I'm actually an attractive virgin. Not every virgin on the face of this world is ugly, fat and repulsive. So I hope people will consider to put those prejudices behind them, and stop labeling every virgin as a loser.

This leads me to an important question, that I want to close this journal with - Why does it have to be so embarresing and shameful to be a virgin? I'm certain that everyone would agree, that no one feels comfortable with admitting that he's a virgin. Some people simply can't wait with getting laid, and it doesn't matter who or what they have sex with. They just want to get rid of their virginity as fast as possible, to protect themselves against the enevitable humiliation and mockery, that awaits them in the future. It's a tremendous flaw that humanity has adopted, thinking that you must have bended over for someone our stuffed your dick into someone's ass, to be socially accepted among others. No, having sucked someone's cock does not make you a superior person, compared to those who haven't. There is something here that just have to be spoken out loud, to all my fellow virgins out there - I don't care if you're attractive or not, there is nothing wrong with being a virgin at all. I'm quite aware that there are many depressed virgins out there, hiding like I used to do. What people need to understand is, there can be hundreds of reasons behind a person's virginity, and not all of them are negative. For some people, sex just isn't their highest priority in life. If it's natural for you to be shy, you'll find it much more difficult to explore the sexual aspects of life. Maybe there's an injury or handicap, that limits your sexual possibilities? Or perhaps there's other personal reasons, that only they know about. Low self-esteem is also a pretty common obstacle that make people's virginity survive longer.

My virginity will be taken one day... But I will do my best to make sure that it's claimed by the right guy. Because do you know what I would think is really embarresing? This.

Guy1: Hey dude. Have you ever gotten laid before?
Guy2: Sure ^_^ Had sex for the first time, back when I was 14! I'm so awesome.
Guy1: That's cool, man. Who was the lucky guy that took your virginity?
Guy2: Uhh.. I actually don't remember his name. Some guy that bought me a drink by the bar. He seemed nice.
Guy1: Uhm, okay. Did you at least like him?
Guy2: I didn't know him, but he looked handsome.
Guy1: So you never got to see eachother again?
Guy2: ...No. I gave him my number, but he never called me.

What I am trying to say is... once you've had sex, your virginity is gone, and it's not coming back. Ever. No matter how old you grow, the story about your first sexual experience remains the same. So before you rush out to get laid, make sure you do it with someone special, so that it's a story worth talking about in the future...

Well, I'll have to apology in advance. Because once again, the pink wolfess is in the mood to vent like a bitch. Something that has really made my blood boil in anger lately, is the way that men have a tendency to view females as inferior beings. Once you've read through this journal, you can probably recognize some of the statements I make, because it's something that we all experience sooner or later in our lives. But as a transgendered faggot who greatly admires females, it's a subject that affects me very personally. You may as well expect a lot of anger and harsh statements in this journal, but if you're not one of the guys who have the problem I talk about, please don't get offended. My anger is only directed towards those that does.

I've noticed that men often measure a person's value in strength and masculinity. Because of this, it's shockingly common that they take femininity as a sign of weakness. This ridicolous assumption falls hard on most ladies, but also on transgendered faggots like me, who identify ourselves as females. Once we're labeled as "weak", they push us down in rank and consider us inferior. And believe it or not, some people take this belief really far, and won't hesitate to treat us like trash. Some will even hurt or damage us, because they think it's more excusable to do such things to someone that people consider inferior. For example, just watch how some males can grab a girl and forcefully rape her, without feeling any remorse. The girl is nothing but a sex object to him, so why care about how it'll affect her emotionally or mentally? And once his ass is dragged into court, there'll always be some douchebags that claim it's her own fault, because she supposedly "enticed" him. Yeah right.

So is femininity a sign of weakness like many thinks? Hah, not even close. What most men tend to forget, is that strength is more than just bulging muscles. From the way I see it, women are often forced to face many more challenges in life than men. That's how nature chose it to be. You masculine males are probably very proud of the fat dick wiggling between your legs, but don't forget that it's the woman who has to carry YOUR child in her womb, for no less than 9 long months. And you can't even imagine how much pain the poor girl has to endure, once she has to give birth. How do you think that you'd handle giving birth to a child? You'd whine like a pig and disgrace yourself by calling out for mommy. Those bulging muscles can't carry you through this situation, pal. This is one of many cases, where ladies are forced to be stronger than males. Mentally AND physically. Because trust me, giving birth is very taxing on a woman's body. So be glad that you can just stand and stare like a cow, while she's writhing in agony, screaming to the top of her lungs.

Now that we're at it, there is a particular part of every woman's life, that I suspect most of them would wish they could forget. The day they received their first period. Yet another disturbing experience, that only few men can fathom. For a girl at that age, it's an incredibly frightening experience to suddenly find themselves bleeding heavily, often followed by cramps of pain. They'll be struck by overwhelming fear, humiliation and frustration. Try imagine how incredibly difficult it is for a young girl, to open up about such things and seek help. Some girls who doesn't know better, might even suspect that there's something horribly wrong. You may think that this is a subject that they can discuss with their parents, but not every girl has been gifted with loving parents that cares enough to listen. Something that really ticks me off, is the way that men tend to react when girls mention their periods. If you're one of the males who'd push away a girl and say she is disgusting for having had a period, you should be fucking ashamed of yourself. It's completely natural, and you're only making it harder for the girl to cope with. Let me ask you this - how much pain, humiliation and blood did you boys witness, when your body matured during puberty? What natural burdens must you live with till you are 40-50 years old? Absolutely nothing.

It's true, neither females or transgendered faggots like me, are gifted with impressive muscles and masculinity. But why does that matter? We were never supposed to be. Why? Because we were born with feminine grace. That was our gift. And no matter if you like it or not, femininity is a strength just like masculinity, but benefitting in other ways. What strength you have in physics and muscles, we have in mind and heart. And no, there is nothing shameful about transgendered males being feminine. We are just ladies who have been born in male bodies. So put those stupid clubs away, and grow up. When has it ever hurt anyone that we dress like females or feminize ourselves, to feel like the women we were supposed to be? Never. I'm sure this is way too overwhelming for your tiny brains to grasp, but females and transgendered faggots are people too. So prick a hole in that inflated arrogancy of yours, and learn to accept that we are all equal, regardless of gender and what differences that seperate us. Put your prejudices aside, and acknowledge the inner strength of ladies and transgendered faggots. As one benefit from femininity, comes the strong sense of empathy. A beautiful trait that connects people, but doesn't get the appreciation that it deserves.

...In the end, masculinity and femininity is like two sides of the same coin, meant to go hand in hand.

Once again, I have a couple of things that I need to get off my chest, for anyone who cares to listen. Because there is certain things in life that is -really- starting to tick me off at this point. Yes, it is things that I can only do very little about. But I still want to speak my mind about it and release those frustrations that are building up inside me. As most people oughta know by now, I am a transgendered fag and gay to the core. Unlike many homosexuals, I am deeply faschinated by females, and insist on treating them like a gentleman. Unless they are being mean to me, of course. That has deffinetly happened before in the past.

Generally, I approach ladies with respect, and treat them with great care. The problem is, I expect that everyone else does the same, and that leaves me disappointed one time after the other. I tend to keep a sharp eye on how straight guys attempt to win a womans love, and I also observe how they run their relationships. And to be honest, I am not very pleased with what I see. First of all, I've noticed that most men try to gain the womens attention by flexing their muscles and pretend to be strong. Sometimes, they even get into fistfights to impress the ladies watching. It's absolutely ridicolous and painfully awkward to watch. This is where I ask, where did all the romance go? Why is it so rare to see a guy who would attempt to win a womans heart with a bouquet of flower, romantic compliments that come directly from the heart or maybe a poem heavily packed with deep emotions? If you want to be worthy of holding a womans heart in your hands, then you must earn the right to do so by winning her trust so she will let you touch it. Make it clear to her that putting her heart in your hands is a safe choice. And yes, I know there are ladies that dig this whole "showing off" thing. But I also know a LOT of women who doesn't.

Despite of their awkward ways of searching for a mate, the young men does occationally find women that are willing to start a relationship with them. And there comes the second part of my worry regarding this subject. Because I have met alot of women who are painfully unhappy in their relationships, and it often leads to shattered hearts and the lovers breaking up. Why? Well, one problem is that most men don't seem to have realized what a relationship is all about. They see their mate as a trophy to show off and they keep their minds focused on sex. On top of that, they harvest the benefits of having a mate, since having that improves your status in most social groups. But when you hear a guy brag about his relationship, do you hear him tell stories about how happy he made his girlfriend by taking her out on a fancy restaurant or spending his money on a fancy ring for her? Nope. All he'll tell you is what a good fuck she was last night. Pathetically sad.

People just don't get it. Their relationships keep crashing, every girl they find ends up leaving them, and they still don't get the point. A relationship is not about status, popularity or sexual pleasure. It's a beautifull bond between two hearts that desires to be together, hopefully for an eternity. If you earn the heart of a woman who desires to share her life with you, then you should consider yourself blessed, and take very good care of her. I think there are many ladies out there who are desperately searching for mates that are willing to devote their hearts and ultimate love to them only, so they can feel appreciated and treasured. A relationship is like a garden of flowers. If you don't keep the garden supplied with water, all the beautifull blossoms that have sprouted in it will wither away and die. All that you together have planted and attempted to grow will be lost. If you want to keep the woman in your life, get over your masculine arrogancy, and realize that there's no shame in being soft and sensitive. Open up and show her a heart that she can touch.

At the very bottom of this subject, we have the part that truly leaves me behind with tears in my eyes. And that is when men sink so low, that they don't give a rats ass about a womans feelings at all. Men that hardly see women as people, and consider them toys for sexual stimulation. I've heard that they drag a woman into a relationship and demand sex, and if she's not up for it at that time, then she'll be slapped across her face. If any of you guys reading this journal ever would raise a fist against a girl, then you might as well marry your mother. Because she'll be the only woman that would ever even consider loving you! But there are still one group of people that are even worse... and that is the ones who'd grab a woman and have sex with her against her will. Yes, I am talking about rape here. If anyone reading this journal would consider raping a girl, then you'd better pray that I don't find you. Because I won't let go before every 206 bones in your body is broken and grinded into dust! Rape is something that brings out my rage instantly. And if I ever witnessed something like that happening in a dark alley, I'd go completely insane. They have NO idea how much damage they cause on a woman by doing so, and those are damages that the woman will have to live with for the rest of her life. Permanently scarred, just because one guy couldn't keep his fucking dick in his pants...

*Sighs* Thats all I have to say. And before anyone point it out, YES, women can be bad people too. But with this journal, I am keeping my focus on those many ladies that are not, who are just secretly dreaming of finding a way into the embrace of a loving boyfriend. A boyfriend who will treat them as something special and sacred...

So... I was tagged by my friend

To be honest, I usually don't react on things like this, because I prefer to decide myself what to put in my journal. But this time, I am interested enough to do it. Unfortunately, I won't follow the rules attached to this, because I simply can't find the motivation to list 10 people in this journal and send messages out to each one of them to inform them about having been tagged. So you'll have to do with the revealed facts only.


1. Pink is my favorite colour. If I had the opportunity, I'd paint the entire fricking world pink.

2. Thongs drive me crazy. I love them! And thats why my loincloth is designed the way it is. *Winks*

3. I absolutely despise homophobia, racism and gender discrimination. If you expose such things around me, then I will NOT shut up.

4. Rainbows faschinate me. Not because I'm homosexual, but just because I think they are beautifull.

5. Gemstones have a hypnotic effect on me. The more they shine, the more I want them. Don't leave 'em unattended with me around!

6. I'm what some people consider a female soul trapped in a male's body. I think, feel and behave like a girl would, and my female soul does affect my physical appearence too.

7. My belief in spirituality is very strong, and I was drawn to the furry fandom, because I'm convinced that my soul is part wolf. There's a LONG story attached to this.

8. Despite that I'm gay, females greatly faschinates me, and I treat them like a gentleman. It'd be nice if more straight guys would consider doing the same.

9. I'm a homosexual who isn't afraid of touching a girl. If I trust and love a female friend, then I won't think twice about sharing affection with her.

10. Human and animal life is equal to me. And it tend to light my fuse fast, when someone think that humans are worth more than animals.

Yup! Thats all, folks. Now you know a little more about me.

Introduction

At this point, I've bought a fair deal of incredibly beautifull comissions, drawn by talented artists. And to be honest, I feel pretty satisfied and accomplished with how this has helped me with successfully developing my fursona. As most people probably already know, my goal has always been to make my fursona ressemble the real me as much as possibly, and have him adopt as much as he can from the real me. And after having had my close and loved friend Zorro draw a breath-takingly amazing comission for me, I actually feel my goal has finally been achieved. Its simply perfect! My fursona simply has "ME" written all over it. He and I share the same long hair and bodily anatomy. And I dare say that it should be visible to everyone now that he has adopted my feminine and tribal soul. For the first time ever, I finally feel 100% secure with saying that my fursona is absolutely the canine version of the real me. And he represents everything that I am, from inside and out. But it sure has been a long journey, for me to come to this point. And along the way, I have been asked many questions about the comissions I bought. Many seems to wonder about the details behind my fursona and the contents in my comissions. So I thought to myself, why not write a journal in which I explain the reasons behind every comission so far? I will be going into detail about every picture I have bought, informing you about why I bought it, and why I asked the artists to make it the way it is. So if you're curious about anything related to my comissions, then you can get the questions answered here. I will list the pictures by title, so if you don't recognize the names, check them out in my gallery. Lets get started.

"Sinqularis and the waterfall"

Arh yes. This is actually the very first comission I ever bought. And on top of that, its also the first time that my fursona has been drawn after my own describtion. Before this comission was made, I did what most other furries do, which was borrowing other people's characters if they looked somewhat similar with how I imagined my own fursona to be. It was a temporary solution, but not even close to being satisfactory. Thanks to the incredibly digital artist , my true fursona was born with this beautifull comission, and was ready for the last steps of his developement. But since this was the first time for my fursona to make a glorious appearence, I wanted it to be really special. So I asked DarkGoose to place me in an enchanting tropical environment, washing my nearly naked body under a beautifull waterfall. With my entire body heavily moisturized, and my greatly revealing loincloth, many might say that it became a rather teasing and erotic picture. And thats exactly how I wanted it. What you see in that picture, is a free spirit, who finds his home in the raw and exotic wilderness. Something that greatly stimulates my tribal soul. And even from the first day, my fursona has been surrounded by a powerful feminine aura. There's even been a couple of people that thought he was a female, the first time they observed him in this picture, until they noticed his lacking breasts. This comission was by no doubt an incredibly successful start of my fursonas journey towards finishing his developement, and becoming one with the real me.

"The spirit within"

Later on, I bought this epic comission from the same artist as first time, with the intention of having my fursona developed even further. There were more important things that I wanted him to adopt from the real me. With my tribal mind, I consider myself a noble spiritual shaman. And believe it or not, I do possess rather unusual abilities that are related to spirituality. This is something from the real me, that I with this comission have passed to my fursona. He is now just like the real me, a proud spirital shaman, blessed with spiritual powers and abilities. But as you probably can imagine, the spiritual abilities I possess are not quite as flashy and visible, as the spiritual abilities that my fursona is showing off in this comission. Since my fursona does exist in the world of fantasy, I asked the artist to draw my fursonas spiritual powers in a more fantasy-related manner, which is somewhat more interesting to look at. On top of that, this also became the first comission to reveal that I have a very feminine weak spot for shiny gems. Especially amethysts, like the one shown in the picture. Some people think that the amulet is magical or enchanted. But to be honest, its not. It's just a plain and simple amulet with a giant amethyst attached to it. But I am channeling my spiritual energies, and reflecting it through the gemstone. What you see is nothing more than me displaying my powers, so everyone who watches will know that I am a spiritual shaman. And to complete the epicness effectively, I asked DarkGoose to draw me standing on the top of a small cliff, with a beautifull sleeping landscape in the background. My beloved forrested home, embraced by tall barriers of mountains in the distance. This symbolizes me standing as a guardian, of the raw but untainted wilderness that I consider my home.

"Soulmates"

This comission honestly didn't provide much to the developement of my fursona, but I still love it to no end, because it has a very personal value to me. You see, this was actually a gift that I bought from DarkGoose, for my beloved Soulmates birthday. And to clear any misunderstandings that I -know- will occur, there's a very clear difference between a mate and a soulmate. She's my Soulmate - NOT mate. Anyway, my soulmate is , an incredibly sweet and gorgeous girl from England. Possibly the most warmhearted girl I know, and we're extremely close. And she told me in good time that she was gonna become 20 years old last in September. After having been informed about this, I was overwhelmed by a powerful desire to get her something really special, for her birthday. So I secretly contacted DarkGoose without her knowing, and asked him to sell me a comission for her. This was the very first time, that my soulmate had her own fursona drawn. And let me tell you, my heart will -never- forget the day where I showed this comission to her. My eyes literally shed tears of joy, when I saw how incredibly happy she became. It was very clear that she didn't expect it at all, and she pretty much pounced me to the floor and showered me with affection for it. That was one heck of a good day! In this comission, you see my soulmate and I, embracing eachother. We are both beautifully naked in the forrest, with the rain from above soaking the fur on our bodies. I wanted this to be a sugarsweet and romantic picture, that could forever seal the eternal love that we share together. I truly felt like giving DarkGoose one big wet kiss for putting so much heart into this comission for me... it just doesn't get better than that.

"Tribal wars"

And we progress once again, with another comission from the amazing artist DarkGoose, intended to improve my fursona's developement even further. And on top of this, we have a whole new face appearing in this one. This is probably one of the most exciting comissions I've bought, since it presents a scene of combat. And it sure got a lot of attention as well, when it was submitted. In this picture, something is revealed about me, that seems to confuse a lot of people. As you already know from the previous picture we spoke about, I am a spiritual shaman. And as you can see, I am wielding a staff in "Tribal wars". But here is the part that seems to confuse a lot - I do not use it to conjure fireballs, bolts of lightning or whatever other crazy things people think. I use it in melee to deliver powerful blunt attacks. People probably get all these ideas from the computer gaming world, inspired by mages and warlocks, or whatever. But after having observed so many spell-casters use the staffs to conjure magic, they seem to have forgotten how effective the staff actually is as a weapon in melee, when wielded by someone who knows how to use it properly. It offers great and powerful blows, and the shaft can successfully block incoming attacks. It has always been my weapon of choice, so of course, my fursona wouldn't head into combat without it. With this comission, I am slowly starting to form my tribe, gathering the most important people in my life. And with this picture, it was officially sealed that my beloved soulmate is part of my tribe. The same goes for Zephyr, the new face that has stepped into my comissions. When this comission was drawn, I think there were many that thought, "Who the heck is Zephyr? Where'd he come from?" And you know what? Thats a very good question.

Zephyr is actually a mysterious character, that has been designed in my mind ages ago. I knew pretty much everything about him when I bought this comission, so it was very easy to describe him for DarkGoose. Even his name was decided in advance. But despite how long he has just been a fragment of my mind, this was the day where I finally felt ready to have a talented artist bring him to life. So to speak. And that is something I have always wanted to see happen. The pink wolf you all know so well will always be my fursona, because he is designed to ressemble the real me. So Zephyr is technically just a second character owned by me, and it does happen that I use him for roleplaying purposes. But its not like he doesn't have any connection with the real me at all. He symbolizes my inner strenght, courage, loyalty and protective personality. On top of this, he also reveals the fact that I have a soft spot for anthro bats. Despite he is owned by myself, I chose to make him a member of my tribe. And people will recognize him as a strong, powerful and proud member of my tribe, who will always watch over his shaman. Which is me. That would explain why Zephyr has been designed to be so incredibly masculine, which is completely opposite to my fursona and the real me. For some odd reason, I feel really secure, when I think of having that large beautifull bat watching over me. Always standing ready to protect me if danger threatens me. I honestly don't understand this need very well, and some of you might think I'm slightly crazy for having a character protect me that I designed myself. But there are parts of my mind that are so complicated that even I am puzzled by it. Thats all I can say, really. Nevertheless, Zephyr is now a part of my tribe, and he has deffinetly come to stay. I love that wonderful bat, and damn, he sure has become popular!

If we direct our attention back to the picture itself, then I don't think there's that much more information to provide. My main goal with buying this comission, was to start forming my tribe, and place us in a dangerous situation where the watchers could clearly sense that we stand closely together as a tribe. As enemies surround us within the ruined forrest temple, we all stand side by side, ready to protect eachother with our lives. We don't fight to survive as an individual, but to survive as a tribe. This picture is meant to capture a moment of honour where brave hearts unite, revealing an indestructive bond of loyalty, that is nearly forgotten nowadays. A pure jewel from the past that I greatly desire to experience shine in the present as well. The enemies we face are no one in particular, so I guess that is left up to everyone's imagination to decide.

"Watching over Gaia"

Perceptive people might've noticed at this point, that with every comission we explore the background of, the more deep it gets. And with this comission that also was created by our beloved DarkGoose, I wanted to reveal something that I only speak very rarely about in the open. As people probably know, I am not attached to any religion. In fact, I greatly distance myself from certain religions, especially Christianity. And yet, I am an incredibly devoted worshipper of Gaia. I even go as far as considering myself a Guardian of Gaia. To those who don't know, "Gaia" is an ancient name of our very own beloved planet. And I belong to an old forgotten group, that consider the planet itself as the great creator of all and everything, which is why I'd sacrifice my life with no hesitation to protect what keeps our planet alive. More specifically, I seek to protect nature and wildlife, in hopes of preserving the planets natural balance and sources of life energy. What you see in this picture, is me and Zephyr standing in top of a tall tree, watching over the enchanted forrest at night. This symbolizes the deep passion I feel about protecting the planet from everything and anyone that wishes to harm it, or drain it for it's limited supply of resources. And of course, this picture wouldn't be perfect, unless Zephyr was there with me. Because even though he is just a second character that I own, he is still a part of me, and represents important things about the real me. And yet, since we are standing in the top of a tall tree, I thought it'd be a bit inconvenient to bring a staff with me to this location. So in this picture, you'll see me wield my second choice of weapon, which is a dagger. Yet another weapon that people tend to underestimate greatly. It has short reach and can only cause minimal damage. But it is light and swift, providing any agile person with freedom to evade attacks, and break through the defense of a slower opponent before he has the chance to attack himself. In this picture, I am only holding one dagger. But honestly, I am just as interested in dual-wielding two daggers, opening up for a whole new strategic figting style.

"Reunion in the forrest"

Here we have the latest comission I bought, which ended up being the first comission I bought from an artist that wasen't DarkGoose. This unbelievably enchanting and beautifull comission was drawn by my close friend , who is now a loved member of my tribe as well. This picture was bought for many reasons. One being that I wanted to complete my tribe by inviting a couple more of the most important people in my life to join. The new faces you see in this comission is my spiritual brother, and my two incredibly close friends and . And as mentioned before, Zorro is the artist who created this masterpiece. Another reason for buying this comission, was that I really wanted to see my entire tribe gathered in the same picture, to have our eternal bond sealed. It is truly the great reunion that my heart has been waiting for this whole time. And to those who haven't realized it yet or figured it out, I've attempted to organize our tribe so it is properly balanced, combat-wise. We're each equipped with different types of weapons, and each person has his own strenghts and weaknesses. By standing together, we use our own strenght to cover the weakness of the others, while the others use their strenghts to cover our own weaknesses. And each member of the tribe has his own status or specialization. Like this...

- I am the wise spiritual shaman, the staff-wielding mystic person in the group.
- Cleopatra, my soulmate, is the dexterous huntress armed with bow and arrow.
- Riesin is the agile and evasive fighter, effecient with any light weapons.
- Zorro is the swift and accurate ranger, equipped with knives for throwing.
- Stryfe is the powerful mauler, relying on breaking others defense instead of caring about his own.
- Zephyr is the defensive protecter, who'd rather guard his tribe, than rush into reckless combat.

Alone we may be fragile, but together we are strong. That is the one message that I wish to highlight with this whole organizing thing. Of course, none of us head into battle for real. But the combat-related things I speak of is a reflection upon how we handle our internal friendships as a tribe. We take care of eachother, support eachother and love eachother. And the members of our tribe are greatly connected by a bond of loyalty. There is no chieftain or leader of my tribe. We are all equals to eachother, and have full right to think and act as individuals. As a final note, let me mention this - Yes, the staff I wield in this picture does look a lot like what you recognize from whichever computer games you play. But again, it is just a wooden staff with a large beautifull orb on top. The staff does not have any magical abilities. This staff is only designed for decorative purposes, and to illuminate my status as a spiritual shaman in the tribe. Nothing more. So if you're looking for fireballs and lightning bolts, then I'm afraid you must look somewhere else. I'm just a humble tribal spiritual shaman, not Gandalf the Pink!

And that concludes the very long story behind my comissions. If any question is still left unanswered, feel free to ask me in a note

Alrighty. So my old friend  Wolfspawn89 gave me permission to copy this fetish list from his journal, which he borrowed from our mutual friend  Jinxy_falina , who got it from her friend  Baddemona . And since certain people I know are so curious about my opinions regarding these fetishes, I thought I might as well join in and fill out the list too. So if you for any reason are interested in what fetishes I like and dislike, feel free to enjoy reading the contents below.


Anal on Males - Being gay, I deffinetly give two thumbs up to this. I'm a huge fan of anal sex, but taken into consideration that I am submissive, I am usually on the receiving end of this. And yet, I do have my rare moments where I am in the mood to take someone else from behind. However, when it happens that I top someone, then it has to be someone that I trust to the full extend.

Anal on Females - Some may find this surprising, because of the fact that I am gay, but I actually like to watch ladies being taken from behind. Of course, I don't enjoy it as much as watching a guy being anally penetrated, but I still think its okay. But if the cock goes anywhere near the other hole, then its an instant turn off for me. I simply can't stand vaginas... they are scary.

Breasts- Taken into consideration that I am a very feminine guy, who possess the soul and heart of a female, I actually find the female body very interesting. And I happen to love breasts. Not exactly for any sexual reasons, but I think they look beautifull, and really add a lot to the feminine beauty. I personally prefer the size of medium, or somewhere between medium and large. Not small, and deffinetly not über mega huge. I prefer that it looks natural. And honestly, breasts interests me so much that I at times am tempted to touch them, if a female friend of mine feels comfortable with that. But I ONLY touch if I know I have the permission to do so. Otherwise, it'd be awfully rude.

Breast Expansion - Beautifull round and soft breasts... now turned into oversized inflated balloons. Nope, that really doesn't do it for me. This is where it stops being natural for me, and then I turn and go the other way. No thank you.

Weight Gain - Instant no from me. I am highly attracted to slim and slender guys such as myself, and even though it may sound cruel, I don't find being fat hot. I'm sorry, but I don't. So this instant weight gain thing is deffinetly not for me. It puzzles me how some people can find weight gain attractive, but well... to each his own.

Bondage - A little bondage now and then can't hurt, and I do enjoy it once in a while. But I can't really say it excites me all that much.

Clothing - The only cloth that I enjoy to wear is my purple loincloth. Being a tribal wolf, thats all you'll see me wear, if anything at all.

Leather - There may be a small spark of interest, but thats pretty much all. And it depends a lot upon what kind of leather equipment we are talking about.

Stockings - Not my style. No thanks. They do nothing for me at all.

Shoe/Boots - I highly prefer bare paws. Boots and shoes kinda get in the way of the intimacy.

Suit and Tie - Can you imagine a primitive tribal wolf in suit and tie? Naw, I didn't think so. No thanks.

Muscle, Male - To be honest, I really don't like when males become overly muscular and manly. I'd much rather see a slim and feminine guy, perhaps with light welltoned muscles, such as myself. When people train so much that they become all bulky, then they just look like emotionless rocks to me. Not attractive at all.

Muscle, Female - Absolutely not. Though I do respect women that have the strenght of will to build their muscles, it just looks so unnatural when women become all bulky and muscular. And personally, I think the muscles greatly degrade the feminine beauty of the womans natural anatomy.

Herm - I've never had a herm friend, but I will admit that I find herms intriguing.

Cub/Shota - Never fucking EVER! Leave those poor cubs alone...

Baby/Diaper - I don't have anything against people who enjoy this, but it's not really my kind of thing.

Transformation There are very few examples of transformation that does turn me on a bit, but otherwise, it's another fetish that doesn't do much for me.

Macro/Micro - Such a strange fetish, this is. I have yet to find what is sexually attractive about this. I don't get it.

Impregnation - This is a bit embarresing to admit, I actually do have interest in male pregnancy. But the pregnancy has to work in a specific way, for me to get excited about it. It's pretty difficult to explain in details though, so I'll just leave it at this for now.

Pregnancy- When a furry/person HAS become pregnant, then the attractiveness kinda drops big time. I dont have interest in making love to a pregnant person, or watch someone else do it. No thanks!

Lactation - Mild lactation can actually excite me a little. It must be my feminine instinct talking there. But it can very quickly become too much, and then its an instant turn off.

Anal Vore - Ugh... I'll have to say no thanks here too. Naked furries getting sucked into someone's butthole? What the hell... I don't get it. No turn on for me.

Soul Vore - I have no idea what on earth this is. It's something about eating someones soul, isn't it? Well, no one is going to nom-nom MY soul. And thats final.

Cock Vore - First, furries were sucked into a butthole... now, they're sucked into a pee hole? It's getting worse and worse. No thanks!

Standard Soft Vore I may nom-nom someone's tail, but I have no interest in eating or swallowing them.

Standard Hard Vore It sure'd take a lot for me to get THAT hungry. No thanks.

Paw/Foot - Paws are cute, human feet are ugly. Neither of them are sexually attractive, in my opinion.

Incest Yuck... no thanks. Enough said.

Clonecest - Nope, no interest at all.

Yuri (F/F) - F/F!? Noooooo....

Yaoi (M/M) - Better. I'm just not really into all that manga stuff.

Hetero (M/F) - Too high risk of exposed vaginas... I'll be haunted by nightmares all night. Nooo...

Girly Boys - I am a girly fag myself, so of course I love them! ^^

Butch Girls - It really doesn't suit females, in my opinion.

Mind Control - It intrigues me a little. I may want to try it out sometime.

Rape Okay, I admit it... I do have a weakness for being taken by force. Raped, in other words. It's something that I enjoy to explore in roleplays, but I'll only do so with people that I trust 100%. There's something about losing control and being used, that just really turns me on.

Uniform - No thanks. Just like regular clothes, uniforms just ruin the intimacy.

Orgy - I like male on male orgies, but female interference reduce the interest for me.

Subbing/Domming - I highly prefer being submissive. It only happens very rarely that I try my luck with the other role in yiffing.

Biting - A little nibble can't hurt, and may be rather teasing at times. But hardcore biting with blood... eek. Not for me.

Solo Masturbation; males~ Meh... A little too dull and boring for me to get excited about. It'd help if he did a little anal fingering though, or if there at least was a great view of his butt.

Solo Masturbation; Females ~ Nooooo! The vagina will eat me... alive!

Scat - Gross, disgusting and absolutely repulsive. No, no and NO!

Inflation - Hilarious, but not quite sexy, in my opinion.

Fat/Pudge - I'm sorry, people... fat is just not hot at all. But I'll have to say, there are many overweight people who have a VERY attractive personality. Which in my opinion is much more important.

Tech - I kinda like the idea about being trapped in a machine, that violates me sexually in various ways. But having sex with a robot or android doesn't do it for me. Slightly creepy.

Watersports - No thanks... I don't care about what people says regarding how "clean" pee is. It still has a foul stench about it that makes my nose bleed. Though it cannot top the stench of scat... Yuck.

Glasses - Hmm, tough one. How great glasses look, depends on who wears them. And what type of glasses it is, of course. Generally, I don't seem to notice glasses much, when looking at nude furries.

Tentacles - Probably my favorite fetish of all times. I just LOVE tentacles! Nothing turns me on more than being entangled by a bunch of horny tentacles, that eventually make their way into my body anally or orally, to breed me like a bitch. The more slimey they are, the better. Pumping into my mouth or butthole, until they fill me with wet sticky cum... hell yeah! I'm always up for that.

Oviposition - Tentacles and Oviposition can be a good combination, when done right.

Masochism - No thanks, not for me.

Sadism - Nuh uh... I absolutely despise the thought of hurting others, even if they ask me to.

Partial Nudity - Very teasing, but it'd only make me yearn for full nudity.

Gore - Some of the art containing gore is so repulsive, that it makes me dizzy. I really can't stand it. Makes me very sick to look at. I refuse to go anywhere near this fetish.

Snuff - I really, really, really don't get how this can in any way be hot. I don't get it! There is nothing hot about death or dying... It is creepy, depressing and instant turn-OFF.

Hyper - Giant dongs, breasts, asses... Good gracious, no. Keep it natural, please.

Zoophilia - This'll be another embarresing moment for me. Because yeah, I do have an interest in this fetish. I've often had fantasies about being taken by a feral wolf or husky. Just getting down on all four and let him mount me, having him explore his natural instincts on me. Sounds so hot. And yet, I have no interest at all in topping an animal myself. I am ONLY interested in BEING topped.

Electricity - Uhm, no... That ain't quite the sparks of pleasure that I am looking for.

She-males - Hmmm... I don't think this would work for me. I never tried, but... well. *Shrugs*

Cross-dressing - I honestly prefer that the femininity is displayed in physical appearence, behaviour and personality. But a little bit of crossdressing can be okay. Just not too much.

Oral - I absolutely HATE receiving oral, but I can be persuaded into giving, if it's done in a specific way. But I won't deny that my mind is most fixed on anal sex, and not oral.

Asphyxiation - Asphy-who? I have NO idea what that is... Sorry.

Wet-look - Oh yeah... I just can't resist furries with their fur soaked by water. Makes my lust boil.

Mud/Quicksand etc - Naw, doesn't do anything for me.

Sinking - Same as above. No thanks.

Spooge - Of course I love spooge! With the one exception when it's overdone, and its all over the place. I do have a limit when it comes to quantity.

Tickling - It first happened recently, that I noticed this. But tickling actually makes me feel uncomfortable and awkward. So I'd have to say politely no thanks.

Vomit - What the hell!? Eww...

Body hair - Depends on where it is, and how much there is. In most cases, a little body hair doesn't bother me. But if it grows out of control, and makes someone look like a gorilla, then it's too much for me.

Older men/women- Not too far above or below my own age, preferably.

Skinny figure - Slim and slender anatomy is NICE! But when someone becomes overly skinny, then it's just creepy. I don't like when bones and such are visible. Gotta have a little meat on the bones...

Needles/pricking - In rare occasions, they actually excite me a little.

Well, thats it. I hope you enjoyed reading it all.