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 Themes I like: Gay, straight, lesbian, group, pet/puppy play, size difference, twins, breeding/pregnancy/heat, occult, nature & tribal. 

Most of the stuff you will find here is info/art about my cringeworthy deer-wolf hybrids.

I use my scraps for my non-Ōkashi characters.

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Okashi Lore WIP

2 years ago

*Updated 6/23/25
*DISCLAIMER: CRINGE & POSS TW*

✿ORIGIN INFO✿

Aërull is an alternate Earth where a variety of animal species evolved alongside human beings. These animals are known as the Wildrea, and they make up the majority of the planet's population. Despite being vastly outnumbered, the humans of Aërull consider themselves superior and seek to impose their will over the Wildrea in all matters.

Frustrated with being seen as savages, the Wildrea united and defeated the humans in the First World War, which ended in the winter of 1775. Following this conflict, the humans were forced to relocate to large, walled-off reservations. The Wildrea diligently guard the outer walls and monitor the humans' political and religious activities, but they typically do not interfere. The only law consistently enforced is that no humans are allowed to leave the reservations, ever.

 About 150 years ago, a small human cult resided in the Zion reservation, which spans most of Utah and Idaho. This cult worshipped a celestial being called Ōkashi. Their practices centered around concepts of divine duality, including masculine and feminine ideals, the sun and moon, and life and death. They upheld strict covenants and rules, believing that adherence to these would bring balance to nature and the heavens. Ultimately, the group committed a ceremonial suicide that resurrected their spirits into new forms, perfectly representing their reverence for the dualistic nature of men. They became a beautiful yet dangerous amalgamation of both hunter and prey.

Due to the way Aërullean legislation is written, the Wildrea were obligated to allow the Ōkashi people to leave Zion after their transformation. Although they gained their freedom, they were still rejected by society. They still acted like men & there were no other hybrid species that existed in their world. Unable to find a place among polite society, they migrated to the Pacific Northwest. They established a new community in the recently abandoned Olympic National Park in Washington state.

The clan had four chieftains: the alpha chief named Hawthorne, and three sovereign chiefs named Asher, Grove, and Sirius. Together with their 32 followers, they worked tirelessly to restore the forest, which had suffered significant damage from multiple natural disasters in recent years.

For a while, life was good in the Thorne Wealds. The inhabitants had everything they needed, and the Wildrea avoided venturing into their forest, allowing them to practice their beliefs in peace. Three of the four chiefs practiced polygamy; each had chosen a matriarch to help lead their packs and took on additional consorts, either male or female, as they pleased. Sirius, however, was different. He and two of the lesser males in the clan, Columba & Castor, believed that Ōkashi created male & female to complement each other perfectly. Believing that taking on additional consorts was sinful.

Sirius consistently tried to persuade the others of his beliefs. He proclaimed that it was a sign from God that his matriarch, Luna, was the one to give birth to the clan's first-ever litter. It was a single puppy, a son whom they named Prometheus. He also stated that the women didn't need to be subservient to the men because they were two halves of a single whole. This deeply offended the pride of the other three chiefs. They did not want anything threatening their way of life.

One stormy summer night, as they were sleeping, Sirius and his family were captured and dragged from their home. They were brought into a clearing where Hawthorne, Asher, and Grove sat waiting on a makeshift altar. They began preaching loudly about the heavy burden of being charged by God to cleanse the sins of their brother, Sirius. They begged him to see the error of his ways before it was too late.

Hawthorne stepped off the altar and gently offered his hand to a female in the crowd. She was young, healthy, strong, and absolutely stunning—an ideal mate by most standards. Hawthorne walked forward with the woman until they reached where Sirius and his family had been forced to bow down near the altar.

Hawthorne said unto him loud enough for all to hear: "Look upon this woman, for I have had a vision of her. She is in heat; I know you can smell the slick, sweet desire spilling forth from between her thighs. Tonight, she WILL be tied to you, and her belly will grow plump from your seed. Will you not cast aside your pride and do what is commanded of you? Will you accept the will of our God, brother?"

Sirius, gagged, bound, and disoriented, was unable to defend his beliefs. All he could do was solemnly shake his head in disagreement. This was all the justification Hawthorne needed; he proclaimed it as proof that Sirius was unworthy. They labeled him a non-believer who must be punished and made to repent.

First, they relieved him of his antlers. Then, they beat and whipped him mercilessly until flesh began to fall away from his bones. When they came for Luna, he tried desperately to defend and shield her with his body. Ultimately, he was powerless to stop them from taking her up onto the altar. Sirius' body shook hideously with grief and despair, having been unable to do anything to stop his brothers from brutalizing and defiling the mother of his child...

After they had finished, they cast aside her mangled, lifeless body & turned their attention to other matters. Caelum, who was Luna's dearest friend & the matriarch of Columba, had been holding Prometheus nearby. She was trying to soothe the baby & keep him quiet as everything unfolded. Hawthorne ordered her to bring him forward, but she would not obey. Columba, Castor & his mate Alhena all moved to position themselves around the pair.

Hawthorne, racked with rage, commanded the others to seize them. They fought desperately to protect Caelum & Prometheus from harm, & she wailed in defiance as they ripped the baby from her arms & threw her to the ground. Hawthorne, eyes alive with righteous anger, placed the baby in a basket woven from thornbush brambles & raised a sacrificial dagger above his head. Just as he was about to destroy the child, lightning struck the ground, and a white, glowing flame raced along the ground in a perfect circle, trapping all of them within its walls.

Fearing the wrath of God, Hawthorne, Asher & Grove fell to their knees begging for mercy. The fire quickly consumed Sirius & his followers. Some were curious enough to move closer & inspect the flames. They were surprised to find that they didn't give off any heat... The fire left just as quickly as it had come, and as it did, they saw that they had not burned them but instead had transformed them again. The six of them were now far larger in size, stronger in build & fairer in complexion. It was as if the moonlight colored flames had washed out their pelts. Their injuries had also mostly been healed, but Sirius would live out the rest of his days without his crown. A somber reminder of everything he lost that day.

Without saying a word, he walked slowly towards the altar. The crowd parted easily to let him pass. He carefully lifted Luna's body from the altar, cradling her against his chest, and the seven of them walked off into the distance, never to be seen or heard from again.