What kind (sfw / nsfw)
What pose / situations?

My friend Nak'Sen has been getting a fair bit of art of his Sek boy. give his page a look! https://www.furaffinity.net/user/naksen/

Shes done a lot of great art for Yar, Give her a watch http://www.furaffinity.net/user/pogostixafterdark/

https://discord.gg/hv5XESK :D

Ask the things, All the things!

Whos a good person to draw good hands / pheets and a full-pseudorealistic body?
im looking at http://www.furaffinity.net/user/totesfleisch8/ But he has a mile long waitlist

Ask anything!! Really anything

https://www.twitch.tv/yari_v

Going to be doing personal work - Maybe a PWYW - Come join maybe?

Anyone have recommended makers?

Everyone that does starts somewhere, right?
Well, i am interested in finding a crafter / artist / fursuit maker to make yaris tail, it would be rather long. But if you know anyone or are someone, let me know!

IM NOT GONNA DO DICK TODAY :D

https://docs.google.com/document/d/.....it?usp=sharing

Just starting to write some yari crap. let me know how bad i suck :D

Shes a She, Just has very small breasts.. shhhh quit asking

Ask anything :D

Thank you guys!! Im glad people are taking to her, i have several more pics in the way so stay tuned!

Im looking for an artist to make another Ref of Yari! Let me know if you have any ideas

So, Yari…. Who is she? What is she?

She is an old woman and a young spirit, a child in some ways, a child whose age exceeds the life of some stars

What are Sur’ri ?

We are born of the common species, the Sek, But we carry strange features. Horns, yet we are female. An array of ears as the Sek only have two. Black flesh and eyes, Red irises and fully developed secondaries. White fur every last one, Red and black markings, All similar but in minor ways unique. Genetic abnormalities. We in our entirety lack telomeres. There is no need, Simply our cells divide without error or fail. This gives us our strangest trait of effectively never ageing past adulthood

What of your home?

Yari’s home, A desolate barren red rock circling a primitive star of thousands of solar masses. Too hot for ice to form in all but the rarest of conditions there is little in the way of plant life but still Life had taken root there, most animals are...were.. light in colour. Sharply contrasting the baked desert. water is rare and, expectedly where there was water there was diversity, eventually communities, And in my lifespan cities. Cities that in their prime spanned from the edge of a nation to another. This place was rich in material resources, Metals forged in long-dead sister stars. We could build, And we did. We are a species of creators, A species of inventors. On a planet twice the size of your earth and with a fiftieth the water our population reached a climax of over 24 billion. But there are hazards in being so close to such a monster, the remnants of a solar flare were threatening our home, there was no technology capable of preventing it, It was our fate. But we were builders, We are ambitious.


What of the INSD?

The “INSD” programme actually. abbreviations are as common in our tongue as they seem in yours, No? Inset Na’ar Sekti Da’an. Roughly “Interstellar Species Continuity vessel” -- Never ask an Engineer to name something

The INSD and INRK programmes were launched soon after we discovered the plasma band and understood what it would mean for our home, Such high energies that an entire planets worth of lead could not halt the radiation, Heat and solar winds. We were forced to leave. Over the next hundred or so years the Sur’ri were...forced really.. To enroll in these “academies” as they were called. A pointless political name for a camp where we would be effectively made into machines

But why?

Our reliability was seen to be higher than that of the corruptible AI’s of the age. Fall in line or be culled as a “waste of resources”. On a planet with a finite and known time limit the common view of the Sur’ri was that we were inherently greedy, Commonly stating the fact that during the life of a single Sur’ri we would consume as much a the entire population would in a day. We were hated by many, but in ways respected as well. Yari did not realise how much so until I was called to be the first hand to the INSD-3, the third, Largest and last of the INSD. As soon as I was, the world was quickly owned by war, the last images I remember of my home were bright flashes. My being sent effectively meant the end of the programme. My position prior to the formation of the academies was…. One of power in any case. The title is not important, I was the first Sur’ri to go willingly and seen as the most capable of those who were involved. Soon after I did begin to regret my decision, Yari was stripped of even her name, Beaten and tortured for any perceived slight. I understand we had to be infallible, We had to be capable of thinking purely, and only of our purpose

Until weeks ago, I had for 621,844 years 21 days by your count been known simply as “177” number one hundred and seventy seven. The crew of the Styx insisted … insisted I accept my name again…. My mission was over… I could, And so, Yari. ...but not without the insistence of my little one

Little one?

Sina this black mass adorning my left forearm is a form of synthetic life created initially by me to assist with work as the 14 other Sur’ri in command of our ship had all but quit working. Her first form was simple, a quadrupedal machine meant to carry things but she eventually started asking nonsensical questions If I had obeyed my better senses I would have dismantled her and restarted… But there was something genuine about her.. the first question “where did I come from?” Replied “I created you” and the assumption she made… broke me “Are you my mother?”

What is Sina now?

She is a collection of machines on a molecular level that has the capability of deconstructing and reconstructing anything within the realm of physical law. She can not make Gold into lead, But lead into gold, gold into osmium, Osmium to iron and so on. She is a creation of herself now, And more importantly than anything, She is my child. I would give my life to protect her, though I am sure if things were ever so dangerous she would be the one to protect me
we both abhore unneeded violence. It was one of my first actions on the styx to disarm myself, Offering a quill so that an effective antidote could be synthesized for the venom contained in them. I am no threat, Sina is no threat, We owe our continued existence to the crew of the Styx and offer what we are able in way of payment and gratitude

I freely offer any technology we have, The styx is no-longer the ship I was taken aboard in It is now lighter, Safer and more efficient.