#hyenid

[wolven91]

Thick as Thieves

"Have you seen this human?" Asked the canid officer to the whole crowd, the dyed red ear confirming that the canid was in it for the long haul.

A fanatic to the GC.

The small data slate the canid held in his hand that he held in the air for all to see was projecting a small picture a few inches above it. It showed a human in full detail, slowly rotating. The entire bar had gone quiet the moment the Galactic Community officer and his retinue had appeared in the doorway. All eyes on them until they had declared their business.

The canid was a zealot, which meant his team would be to. Zealots and norms don't mix. One finds the other either too much, or not enough. The ursidain all but blocked the door meaning even if a fight broke out, there would be no reinforcements from beyond the single room unless the GC team wanted them.

As it turned out, the GC team's business was bounty hunting.

"We have a substantial reward for the whereabouts, or credible information that leads to the whereabouts of the human known as 'Bruno' or any human that has interacted with him."

The hyenid on the opposite side of the bar merely took another long draught of their golden amber as the creature spoke, blinking slowly and unimpressed. It wasn't their problem, and they had no love for the GC nor the canid currently appealing to the patrons' wallets.

"He is wanted for questioning for the destruction of an entire species' development, along with assisting an armed assault and capture of a GC S-a-R vessel. The people on board were not soldiers, they were doctors. Rescue workers." The canid continued, slowly stalking deeper into the dive, seemingly not satisfied that the occupants had seen the hologram, nor heard the story.

In truth, the hyenid hadn't. They'd heard of the infamous 'Bruno', of course, but the version of the story they'd heard was not from a GC mouthpiece and was substantially different. The fiks didn't tell the story often, to the point where most almost outright claimed that 'Bruno', their prophet, didn't even exist.

"He's also wanted for a slew of other crimes including sexual interactions with a non-sentient creature. Conspiracy to distribute peanut bu-"

"Saah! Lies!" Cried a fik from a dark corner, the large creature jumping up onto its table and resting a clawed foot against the back rest of the neighbouring booth. In its hands were a chipped, but still dangerous looking sword and a curved axe, a wicked spike cut into the blade at the bottom. The sword would engage a target before the axe would be swung in a long arc until the spike was behind the target. The fik would then yank their arm back, puncturing any standard issue armour with the sharpened point.

The hyenid grinned as a point in their side twinged in memory. Fiks. Cheeky fuckers the lot of them. They took another slurp of their drink.

"Do you have something to say? Fik?" Demanded the officer, whilst the fik's tail was grabbed and pulled by its brethren who were sat at the same table.

"Saaah... Bruno has not... had interactions with animals!"

"His own admission on his rescue confirmed that he bedded several fiks before they were uplifted." The officer's snout curled back as he narrowed his eyes. "Your kind still aren't part of the GC. You're basically animals still..." Baited the officer.

"No one 'er's seen ya' stupid 'ooman. Fuck off." Called the hyenid over the rim of her drink before the fik could say or do something they'd regret. The canid's head turned their way and he lost interest in the fik now that they were less likely to give him reason to take action.

"The experiment speaks."

"Say's the paw licker."

The officer snarled again and marched up to the corner of the bar, just on the other side of the hyenid. He was mere inches away from where they sat on a stool. Wisely, he kept the bar between himself and them. For all he knew, they had a holdout weapon. Something short and stubby. Something loud. Something that could break a wrist if fired one hand, but preferable to nothing in a fight.

The canid dropped his voice into a low, gravelly rumble.

"No surprise your kind are now slumming it with these things, you fucking experiment." The canid sneered. The hyenid merely sighed into the now mostly empty stein. They hated dregs and wanted another, but the barman had disappeared and would likely remain gone until the threat of a fight was over.

"Tha's fuckin' rich." They belched loudly, directly into the face of the officer before tightening their lips and ensuring every speck of dead space was breathed out into the officer face. "Comin' from ya'. GC ain't welcom' 'er. The only thin' ya' gonna' get 'er is mocked."

The canid held her gaze, his eyes burning with barely contained rage. But he was GC. He had rules. His precious devotion to them had him follow those rules until otherwise. As a sanctioned bounty hunter, he had more freedom than most; but not enough to warranty attacking a bar full of people who hadn't actually touched him.

Crescent Station would throw the GC off of it if they got wind of a GC officer abusing his rights.

It was why the place was so popular with the folk who lived on the very edges of the GC's over extended reach.

The canid licked his chops and huffed before turning away and stalking back out, but not before he threw one last jab over his shoulder.

"Put clothes on you animal."

The hyenid glanced down at their naked torso and pulled a face, more confused than anything else. If they were a uniformed GC agent, fine, clothes come with the job, but they weren't?

Once the officer had disappeared, the hyenid waited before leaning back, away from the bar and addressed the space between their knees.

"Ya' okay?" They asked.

"Yeah thanks! That was intense!"  Said the human that was the spitting image of the wanted hologram. Except he'd gained a tattoo on his neck and a ring pericing on his eyebrow.

"Nah, tha' wan' intense. Tha' were a prick." The hyenid sniffed as the fik clan broke from.the corner and went to see where the officer had gone.

"Do you want your top back?" Asked Bruno.

"Nah, he'll smell ya' before ya' get back to ya' ship. Keep it on n' keep ya' 'ead down." The hyenid explained, shuffling backward so the tiny human could get out.

"Was that the only reason he didn't find me?"

"Yeah, look, ya' mates are callin' ya'. See ya' later."

The human gave a soft smile and a short wave before running the length of the bar and being swept into the long coat of one of the fiks, disappearing from view.

The hyenids had found staunch allies with the fiks, and with the GC breathing down both of their collective necks, anything a hyenid could do to piss them off was a pleasure to do.

[r/WolvensStories]

[Ko-Fi]

[pandorapanther]

im just super proud of this vrchat photoshoot i did. i added wings to my avatar and needed pics and these are my faves of the results

[purrgatory-cat]

Edited my first successful vrchat avatar! Added nose boop colliders, gogoloco posing, 6 outfit toggles, and audiolink so she lights up to music!

Shes not perfect by any means but im super proud

Original avatar base by Alber on gumroad

Retexture and edits by yours truly!

[fluffymade]

Jay mah peel my fucking banana hon hon hon

Half of the people are shocked to find out I have the voice of a guy? You know hyena’s are both genders, right??

[dexus01-vr]

New yeen who dis? #vrchat #furry #hyenid

[windydrawallday]

CYBERHYENAS!

Companions I designed for Lockdown based on the AoE Steeljaws plus Megafauna suggested to me by @sug4r-melon ! Not a perfect design tbh but it works-- And made me try fun shenanigans with them:

Because they still retain behaviors from their wilder origins (similar to our modern cats are still miniature fierce predators) in contrast to other types of cybertronian pets, to "program" them properly their owner needs... to start from the very beginning AKA HYENA CUBS!

Yes, like that!

Don't worry... they get better.

Awww! ... Until Prowl arrives with his ability to tame any creature (to Lockdown's chagrin)

"I'll take the kids and leave" becomes a common threat to the bounty hunter if he tries to shoo away the pets x'D

EDIT: The Hyenids got names btw!!! Originally Lockers put something to cryptic so, Prowl renamed them based on flowers and their meanings:

(Astra)Galus: "Your presence softens my pain."

(Jon)Quil: "Return my affection; desire."

Magno(lia): "Perseverance; Love of nature."

Lockdown of course ignores completelly this and calls them in short forms for making his life easy.

That's all! I'm tired of waiting the time to paint these how I wanted and my artblock just GRRRRs at me so... There, hope is enjoyable anyways 🐺💚

[zulayawolf]

Newest finished work - Ht-mueh the hyenid gnoll! This guy features LED glowing eyes, an interior fan, and NFTech mohawk.

[astralmight]

Custom abhuman lore. Dunno where else to post it but I ain't tagging it or anything because I know it's just gonna be annoying clutter in a tag (clown emoji) also I'm not good at writing

Hyenids (Homo sapiens hyaena)

PHYSIOLOGY

A subspecies of abhuman rarely found in but a small sector of the Imperium's reach, they're smaller humans ranging from 4 - 5 ft 6 in. (121 - 167 cm) tall. They're sleek and have long legs, stout torsos, enlarged ears with pointed tips, and a a light layer of coarse fur over most of their skin except for most of their front torso, inner thighs, and underarms which are protected by a much finer hair. This body hair is commonly a light warm gray with black stripes, and their hair is just as coarse with either a solid black coloration or a salted look with the light gray color strewn through it. Their noses are elongated, sometimes growing facial hair similar to humans with some strands being adapted to small whisker-like structures seen in common felines or canines.

Hyenids are highly resistant to the heat of deserts and other arid or hot conditions, and such are valued for missions taking place upon dangerous desert-ridden worlds or put to work in hot manufactories. They require less water than typical humans as they almost never sweat. Their ears are slightly keener than human, and their noses able to pick up on scents humans would miss but not as effective as tracking animals. They're known to have a lack of sense of taste in certain foods, making them less picky about rations.

They're lean in build and are highly mobile due to their lighter frame and long legs, which can either be plantigrade like a normal human, or digitigrade like most Beastmen. Some have short tufted tails at the base of their spine, often observed on digitigrade variants but plantigrade indviduals can also have these tails. Both variants are known to traverse sandy terrain on foot with notable alacrity and with highly efficient usage of food and water rations.

Their vision is best suited for intense daylight due to their facial coloration and the adaptation their eyes have achieved to see over bright sands or in cutting sunlight.

BEHAVIOR

Hyenids are an agreeable lot of abhumans, heavily preferring cooperation with humans and accepting orders from higher ranks with limited occurrences of disobedience on record. Their versatility and gregarious nature has lended them in being able to be grouped with almost any regiment, from being swift ground troops best armed with swords or other light melee weapons, to being sharpshooters or ranged support.

They can operate well alone, but work well in groups. Their morale holds up well alone, and they recover well when among fellow soldiers or other laborers. Their faith in the Emperor is unquestioning as of current observations.

[holy-cagnolli]

A gnoll office worker who immediately becomes the office antihero when their lunch is stolen and eaten by an unknown coworker. First, they make a medium-rare chicken sandwich because it's something they can handle, but regular non-hyenid people can't. Then, if the thief still doesn't let up, they make a DELICIOUS sandwich made out of a person and only after it's eating will they leave a note on the fridge "whichever one of you sweat producers ate my sandwich, welcome to the cannibal club." Is this a rich character concept or

[wolven91]

Introducing; The Hyenids

Warren rubbed at his wrists.

Despite being out of the cuffs for over an hour now, he could still feel them compressing his wrists until the bones grinded against one another. When the draconian merchant, or rather kidnapper and slaver, had turned on the bright lights and blinded him, he’d expected his torture to continue.

The young man still remembered the words that made his blood run cold.

“We’ll take ‘im.” Declared the looming shadow that had the comparatively tiny human shrinking away, despite his arms still being latched to the wall of the merchant’s vessel.

But that was an hour ago and his new ‘owner’ had appeared to collect their purchase.

It was a towering hunched creature, with a dark brown mohawk that ran from the top of it’s head, up and over the hunch before disappearing beneath it’s armour. It grinned wickedly with dangerous looking fangs. To Warren’s eyes, it’s body was a sea of scars and overdeveloped muscle. He took a guess that she was female based on the cleavage, but she looked as if she could tear a book in half with ease.

She grabbed ahold of his elbow and roughly led him away, a whimper escaped him.

This thing was massive, easily ten feet tall and all claws, teeth and muscle. At least the merchant had left him alone. What did this thing want?!

The march was brisk and silent as the grave. Warren focused on his feet, keeping his head low and doing everything he could not to burst into tears and beg them to let him go, to not hurt him. To just leave him alone.

The others had horror stories that they told one another when it was quiet and they were supposed to be asleep. Warren didn’t have any to add, he was a ‘new’ acquisition, was what the draconian had said. They’d taken him from a market place. One moment of needing to step away from the crowd and large, scaled hands had grabbed him.

“Boss!” Shouted a new voice, a brief glance upwards and Warren saw a new creature, similar in appearance to his current captor, but different enough to tell them apart.

“Since when we slavers? The crew ain’t ‘appy ‘bout this! Boss, *I* ain’t ‘appy ‘bout this.” Urged the newcomer, obviously pointing a clawed, meaty finger as Warren. He just kept his head down, the less they knew he was there, the less likely something bad would happen to him.

“We ain’t slavers.” The one holding warren retorted, before releasing the smaller human with a small shove forwards that felt like freight train had just tapped him. Warren stumbled forward into the oversized hands of the newest arrival, who just held him in place.

“I’ll get us away, n’ send a signal to the clan, n’ track the tracer I’ve dumped on their ship. Ain’t nobody ‘round ‘ere gonna’ be able to afford the rest of ‘em. We got a good few weeks to raid that asshole…” Explained the large canine-like creature. They weren’t canids, not by a long shot, but that was the only specie that they even remotely resembled.  The one now holding Warren grunted with a nod, satisfied with the leader’s words.

“And get this’un somethin’ t’ eat. Damn thing’s gonna’ turn inside out by the looks of ‘im.” She ordered, jabbing a finger warren’s way.

Without warning or any say in the matter, Warren was bodily lifted and thrown over the shoulder of the newcomer and carried away as the, seemingly, leader of the crew closed up the ramp and marched off before the human lost sight of her.

Shortly afterwards, he was brought into what could have only been a canteen. It was messy, old food stains had long since dried and were flaking off the walls and floor. The whole room was alive with similar looking creatures. Some wore armour, others; jumpsuits, some wore nothing at all. It was only because of this, Warren mentally realised that he may have been off on his guess of genders with these creatures.

They all sported chests that would make any man blush, but when his eyes naturally were drawn down the ‘nude’ creatures, he found that every one also sported significant endowments between their legs too. The whole room’s eyes were on him, the lights over head played with their gaze, some of their pupil turning reflective as they stared at him.

“’Ey! We ain’t slavin’! The boss has gone mad if their thinkin’ we’re gonna’ accept this!” Called one, which got the crowd to murmur and agree, their large heads bobbing in agreement. Warren could only glance around, petrified at the room full of at least thirty or forty dangerous looking creatures. Spikes and piercings adorned them. Some had weapons in their hands, from crude clubs to sharpened blades. They all had the posture of those who weren’t afraid. Neither for themselves nor to get what they wanted.

Raiders? Marauders? Although, based off what he’d heard, Warren couldn’t confidently pin ‘slaver’ to them. The one carrying him shouted back to the room, rather than addressing the one that spoke.

“We ain’t slavers! This un’ was all we could get our hands on.” She jostled the young man roughly as she spoke, punctuating her words. “The clan are comin’ to free the others by the tracker Boss snuck on the slaver’s ship.” She explained as she made her way to the far end of the canteen although Warren couldn’t see where she was going. He lay there, draped over her shoulder, his arms laying against the inch thick fur that was surprising soft, even with the diamond hard muscles that rippled underneath.

“So what that’un?” Shouted another voice on the other side of the room to the original that spoke. The one that carried him grunted.

“Hungry. Is wha’ he is. Get ‘im some food!” She demanded before Warren was once more lifted and brought down, placed on the floor at the feet of all these strange creatures. The one that carried him turned away and began to leave, Warren wanted to sprint after her… him? Them. Instead he remained rooted to the spot until they had left and the whole hall turned in unison at him.

He came very close to pissing himself in fear at the sight of an entire pack of giant bipedal hyenas all staring at him, some licking their chops with lines of spittle dangling down...

== 0 ==

Twenty minutes later, Warren had the fattest, largest steak he had ever seen sat on a large flat piece of metal still sizzling in front of him. It was easily an inch thick and wider than his whole torso. The idea he could eat all of this was a joke, but his growling stomach promised a good attempt.

The crew found it hilarious that he wouldn’t just pick up the meat and eat it, but one rather friendly Hyenid, as he found out what they were called, had taken out a gigantic bowie knife from their belt and sliced it into much smaller chunks. His fingers were greasy with fats, oils, salts and herbs that the chef had cooked it in. It tasted like the best steak Warren had ever eaten. Whether that was from his hunger or their skill, he didn’t care.

“So, you can’t smell?” Asked one, reaching over to touch Warren’s face and nose, only to have the same bowie knife that had cut his steak to appear, blade pointed towards the speaker, right between her fingers. The overprotective Hyenid shoved the knife towards the hand which had the speaker retract their hand, or risk the webbing between their fingers get sliced open.

“He eats first.” The wielder of the knife grumbled before shaking the bench Warren was sat on as she heavily sat down. They scooted forwards until their massive legs were touching his hips and their body was only inches away from his shoulder. He could feel her fur tickling him.

Warren chewed quickly and swallowed.

“I can smell, just not to the same degree as you guys… or many species.” He admitted, each of the creatures, still crowding him, but hanging on his every word.

“He’s tiny.” Whispered one, far too loudly.

“Is he one of the crew?” Asked another.

“What’s ‘is species called again?”

“I’m a hu-.”

“A ‘ooman!” Shouted one near to his back, obviously having heard him the first time, but talking over him now.

The crowd ‘aahed’ . It was weird being the centre of attention, and whilst they obviously had no personal boundaries, what with the overprotective Hyenid leaning forward and very obviously sniffing the young man, they weren’t the worst set of aliens he’d met before.

Being picked up like a sack of potatoes and having no manners was certainly not a deal breaker.

“Ey! Question!” Called another, Warren having long since given up trying to figure out names.

“What?” Called another.

“Where’s he sleepin’ tonight?”

The room went suddenly quiet, only broken by the loud anxious gulp as Warren swallowed a half-chewed chunk of meat and broke into a nervous sweat, now that all eyes were on him again.

[r/WolvensStories]

[Ko-Fi]

[simmervrc]

Demon snep soonish?

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Another big demon/corrupted character kitbash for a friend, this time using the Tosca Felisian head, Alber Hyenid body, Mamagen fluff, and Felidol tail.

Jewelry, horns and other edits by me!

[loafevr]

Dual Material swap Yeen, Porcelain white and blue, and E-Girl black and pink. Re sculpted Yeen to fit a Doberman aesthetic. Myabe these textures will be up for sale one day. idk yet lul. Model made by Alber [alber.gumroad.com/l/Hyenid]

[ainlifun]

He didn't miss either of his sisters.

Cheka, Kicheko-- all they'd ever been were obstacles in his way. Now, they were nothing but corpses to be eaten, bones to be stepped over. And he, Wargor Kikwakwa, stood to inheret all they left behind...if only he managed to stay alive.

He sent his share of the legions to harass the Slaaneshi defending the westmost flank, a numerous but still pathetically armored and armed host of Ungors and the odd Heretic. That would tie up re-inforcements at least. Slaaneshi were feirce, but not durable, and the Hyenid Wargor had numbers if he didn't have anything else.

His legion went one way nad Kikwakwa went the other, cruising along on his Manticore, zeroing in on the Heart of the Land. He would give the beast a break from flying, but the desert was rife with daemons. And he wasn't about to chance anything off a lucky blade stroke or swipe of claws.

The flying monster saw Azriel before he did, notifying with a surprised roar and for a moment, both stared at the man. That didn't feel like any daemon he knew...

@vehxmence

[fluffymade]

Pulsar / 19 / Bunny Femmeboy

A mad genius, a critical mastermind, a star, very literally.

Lover of all things space and lewd, she loves to experiment with her lab inside of Sanctuary, making all sorts machinery, traps, inventions, mechanicals and other wonders that only a Living Star, as Pulsar is, could create.

She currently lives the pet life, under the loving care of the Hyenid, Comet.

The star-witch keeps a close eye on the bunny, as a mistress should, but allows her the freedom of her own existence during the daytimes, inventing, playing with the other crew members, socializing with them.

At night she returns to her mistress, though.

[aurelianpen]

tell me about the hyenas right now or I'll CRY. tell me them. what do they think what are they believe SPEAK WORDS. MAGIC MAn.

Ok so yeah there is a clade of hyenids that live within the Dyson Tree Biosphere. It is unknown if they came from uplifted hyena stock or from humans that gengineered themselves with hyenid traits. Either way they tend to look like large mostly bipedal hyenas, with a mostly typical humanoid bodyplan.

Like most sapient clades living in the DTB during this era, they tend to live in scattered villages and clans, farming, foraging, and hunting for sustenance. They prefer meat but are omnivores. There are several large hyenid clans that prefer a semi-nomadic lifestyle, following prey animal migrations along traditional routes. Sometimes, adventurers, archeologists and treasure hunters will hire on their hunters and scouts as guides to lead them to Horticulturalist ruins in their territories.

Often these nomads will set up camp outside nearby cities and trade pelts, hides, salvaged artifacts, and artisan crafts for metal and stonewood tools that would otherwise be difficult for them to acquire, as metalworking forges and stonewood quarries don't travel well. While some settlements are wary of them due to their nature of nomads, who could in theory steal or otherwise disrupt a community then flee beyond retaliation, many settlements welcome these nomad clans. The trade is welcome, both in mundane goods and the occasional artifact they are willing to part ways with. Merchant caravans will often seize the opportunity to bargain with the clan to travel with them for some time, eager to have more warriors to ward off raiders and bandits. And folks of all kinds tend to get quite excited to listen to more tales from their rich oral histories. It is not uncommon for some settlements more dependent on trade with the hyenid clans to even throw festivals when the nomads approach, to better welcome their guests and facilitate the sharing of goods, stories and gifts.

[alicecoopersbush]

someone should trade me albers hyenid model for a couple of busts/headshotssss :3 you guys want to sooo badddd