#wolffur

[iceclan-iterations]

claw is just a cursed prefix in coralclan i swear to god

[leerentouls]

i feel like i've lost so much time. + character of my choosing (télesphore + westen) cw: suicide ideation discussed, past abuse, off-screen death for Vampire-Zombie + Werewolf munching + gore, and a mild/implicit sexual fantasy (very brief, not as upsetting as the others but jic)

The full moon of the month has come and gone, but Télesphore can still feel the ripple under his skin, the bristling and prickling of wolffur threatening to break out at every moment he’s not otherwise busy, the salivating and sharpness of his wolfteeth as the hunger still seats itself in him. But he is in control, and it will fade, as it always does after a denied night’s hunt -- until the next full moon. Only twenty-nine-point-five days between. According to Google, anyway. His dad makes fun of him, good-natured like, because he has to keep checking now and then when asked if he knows; ‘a werewolf should know its schedule so innately,’ or whatever.

It’s grating. Pulls at his nerves, makes him more snappish, more brusque than is necessary. That’d be the time that Western, should the pair of them be at one of West’s gigs, would pull him aside gently and remind him to breathe in, breathe out, so on and so forth. Ever patient (mostly, and nobody’s perfect -- God knows West’s got it’s own issues going on), even when Télesphore snaps at it. Sometimes snorts and says, “Yeah, I get it, and so do you,” rather pointedly. Abashed, Télesphore -- Telly, that daft nickname that West will never stop using -- will listen, and breathe.

There are plenty of other things besides the full moon that agitate his wolfhunger, and damn them, damn it, that hunger rising in response to anything that crawls beneath all his skins, regardless of the moon’s phase.

Some upstart at a gig or club? Hunger. Feeling morose on a wet and windy morning? Hunger. Dad being just a little too jokey? Hunger. Missing his kids? Hunger. The divorce between him and Stella, shortly after coming out to one another, and having to push down the fact that he was still in love with her? Hunger. (But of course, he’s over it now, or at least reconciled it; they just don’t match like that, is all.) The fact that, currently, West isn’t picking up its phone after going radio silent for two days? Fucking goddamn hunger.

And it’s a scary fucking thing, even knowing he can and does control himself -- the ‘envy of monks’, his mum says -- because that hunger is directionless. It’ll go in a three-sixty if he ever lets loose of the leash on it. He couldn’t forgive himself if he hurt someone he cared about, or even an innocent unknown bystander.

As it is, he’s trembling in his seat, driving to where he guesses West might be. It’s one of the few places that’re lonely, although West calls it a ‘peaceful piece of solitude’. What it really is is woodland -- easy to get lost in if you just wander off all willy-nilly, and even Telly gets turned around sometimes despite relying on his sense of smell to direct him back to the car park near it’s edge.

What directs him now, as soon as he opens the door, is the smell of freshly spilt blood. And flesh-becoming-meat.

Oh dear.

Wolfhunger propels him, more stomp in his step, more purpose and direction in his line ever-forward, and he knows he should rein it in because he doesn’t know for sure what West has done (as if West isn’t the same as him -- rather suffer and dissolve than harm someone innocent), but the blood is tantalizing, the meat makes him salivate, and there is his friend, dear Western Slate. A meal to share, blood to spill, to wipe off its face delicately, or perhaps more roughly, passionately -- their bellies full and sated, oh, well, they could indulge, maybe, among the fallen autumn leaves and crawling creepies and ash bark, grey sky overhead, and what is more--

Oh, put a pin in that. It’s stomach-wrenching to focus on such a fantasy when now, in this little dingy clearing, Telly finds West openly sobbing over its meal.

“Western.”

It shrieks, whipping its head over its shoulder to spot who the interloper is, and even when it spots Telly -- your good and ever-steady friend, Telly! -- it still stumbles and falls over backwards to get away. Almost a comical sight, dead body’s gaping-wound of neck still squeezed between West’s fingers, if only West weren’t so frightened.

Telly takes a step back, half-confused -- that evil old prick that held West under his boot for thirty years had never addressed it by this name, and West’s never mentioned any other cruel thing -- but holds his hands up. “It’s me, West! Telly! Télesphore!”

“I--” Something seems to clear: it stands, still sniffling, dropping the body unceremoniously to the woodland floor. If it were any other time -- if Western weren’t so fucking miserable, for whatever reason -- it’d look beautiful. “... Rotten.”

“... I’m sorry.”

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After they’ve eaten what’s left (and quite honestly, West looks all the better for having a meal -- livelier-looking, much less haggard), Télesphore leads Western back to the care. West had mumbled something about the body having been full of awful thoughts, cruel things, entirely of their own volition, and the fucker was just chilling out in the woods, like they were untouchable for their cruelty.

“It wasn’t even the same thing,” West had gasped between hiccups, “not even the same thing but it--” Its face scrunched, attempting to stop crying. “Hateful motherffffffucker.”

Telly opens the car boot to grab a bottle of water and a washcloth; at least make an attempt at washing West’s hands and face before they both head home.

Think of something else, he tells himself as he washes West’s hands and face, wiping over West’s face with the washcloth gently, watching far too intently when it closes its eyes. This is not the time or place, for the love of fucking God. It’s easier to rip himself away from that type of hungry thought when West starts to sway, at risk of falling over. “Hey, watch out.”

“Mm.”

“Sit in the car, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Telly can’t even feel relieved that he’s found West.

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Still in the flat’s car park for a good five minutes, radio on quiet, when West finally speaks again.

“I’m not even... I’m not, like, properly suicidal, but oh my fucking God, it’s like-- I’ve been alive-- nah, not even that, been around too fucking long.” It sniffs, thumbing at its nose and staring into nothing. “Thirty fucking years of my life just fucking gone, and I-I, I don’t even-- I don’t eve-even remember most of it, do I? And I’m too much of a fuc-fucking coward to try and see my mum, ’cause-- ’cause look at me! I haven’t aged, have I? My mum’d fucking pass away in shock -- if she isn’t even al-- if she isn’t even alre-already d-dead, because she is so fucking old-- and my sisters! My aunt! Everyone I fucking loved before then all just think I’m proper dead, like, at-peace dead, but no I’m fucking killing and eating-- eating-drinking people!” It pulls on its hair and grunts. “I was meant to be an uncle, or whatever, my mum’s son, even if, you know -- but I don’t even get the choice. I don’t even get the choice, the chance, to actually have my life.”

It’s something Ezzie’s said before, about being blindsided by whoever it was that turned her; it’s something that Stella told him, in the time they were still married; it’s something that Griselda had mentioned on a night out; it’s something that neither the Dempseys nor Echo even needed to say. Neither of them were offered a choice, it was simply their bad luck.

“... I’m sorry, West.” What else can he even say? He’s shit at comforting people with words. Instead, he reaches to touch West’s shoulder, watching it lean into the touch. “C’mon,” he says softly, “we’ll go up, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Piggy-back?”

That manages to wring a smile out of it, strained as it is. “Yeah. S’long as it’s not me carrying you.”

“Course not.” And Telly wants to kiss it so badly, chaste and on the cheek like they’re a couple, as if they’d even talked about it (instead of talking around it, glanced but never maintained that kind of eye contact).

Telly always forgets that West is heavier than it looks -- lanky, yes, not as built as it used to be when it was alive, but tall and not even that skinny -- but he always manages. Still be handy to have the elevator fucking work, but the council is for shit anyway, and the landlord’s a cunt, so Telly takes his time up the stairs to the top floor, with West half-snoozing against his back.

“Home at long frigging last.”

“Mmm.” West wiggles and hops off Telly’s back, opting to slump towards the settee, flopping face-down on it unceremoniously. “... Thanks, by the way,” it says, after turning its face to look at Telly as he turns the TV on to check the news. “For letting me just... get it all out.”

“Never a problem with me, mate.” Telly scoots West’s legs out of the way to sit down, before letting West lounge out properly. “I just...” Is there anything he can actually say? Will it help, or make things worse? “I just think that... with what you have now-- what we all have, no matter what-- is to try and make the best of it. With our friends, and... all that.”

He can’t help, now, but squirm a little under West’s gaze. It’s an indecipherable look, giving away nothing but perhaps cold judgement, like it’s weighing whether Télesphore is talking absolute shite or offering some genuine hopeful crumb. Could end with West kicking him in the head, calling him a moron, giving false platitudes like any old arsehole, fucking waste of time--

But it nudges him under the ribs, causing Telly to jump, ticklish. “That is true. Because I love you lot, you and Stel and Ezzie and everyone. I just... miss everyone I can’t talk to, now.” There’s more than West’s family and friends from when it was human, Telly knows, but it hardly ever talks about those years, only ever mentioning that yeah there were vampires under Augustus’ sireship, and nothing more.

Telly pats its leg, and West hums.

There’ll be more, later, either this evening or tomorrow morning, when West will apologise for ‘going on and on about it’, and Telly will assure it that he understands, in his way, and you can’t bottle it up all the time, that it has to come out. And West, well, it’s getting better, he likes to think; no longer denies that it feels and relives its grief, no longer avoiding its friends, and it’ll probably stop short of denying itself comfort. Small steps.

“You are right,” it says, startling Telly from the TV. “Just wanted to say I appreciate it, too, by the way. Because you lot are an absolute God-send, despite the... you know, the circumstances we’ve all -- well, you know -- been through.” And Telly does know; his life has been fairly comfortable, never been foisted upon so violently as everyone else with the lack of choice. “And I do...” West fiddles with its hands, almost shy now. “I do enjoy what I do now. It’s fun. I have you lot as friends, and it’s... lacking a more appropriate phrase, it’s a good life. With you.”

West pretends to watch the TV now, falling quiet, and pulls their legs off Telly’s lap. There’s a selfish little thing in the pit of Telly’s stomach that wants to push for something.

“I feel the same. It’s a good life-- with you.”

Western almost glances at him. Almost.

[thefelterthatsews]

#felted an #occharacter named Kintora the #samurai #kaiken a rare dog breed that originated in #japan . I used real #wolffur to #felt this #character to see if #wolf fur felts just as well as dog fur. Plus, I used brindle buffalo wool to make him as well. His sword was made from glue gun plastic and my first time using the glue gun to make items. #handmade #raredogbreed #kaiinu #rojin #feudaljapan #oc #dogs #recycledart #needlefelting #woolfelt #アニメ #漫画 #犬 #侍 #魯迅 #甲斐犬 #甲斐犬愛護会 #日本犬保存会

[sp1resong]

[id: a comment on one of Kate Cary's blog posts. The original comment was posted by Fur of the Howling Wolf (Wolffur) on March 3rd, 2021 at 4:36 PM. The comment reads, "Hey Kate! I have a question about BrambleStar! Do you like him at all? I think hes kinda abusive to SquirrelFlight and ignorant." Kate responds, "He was only abusive in one book. I'm still not sure why. Let's just accept that he zigged off the path for a moment, zagged straight back on it, and put it behind us. I like him better now but he's still not quirky enough for me. I prefer the nerdy emo kids to the cheerleaders. Perhaps because I was one. I can't get rid of the feeling that Bramble and Squirrel would have mocked me at school for being awkward." /end ID]

i feel like u can never trust author statements esp when they try to retcon since so many ppl are involved in writing these books lol like the statement might not even be coming from the author that wrote that specific book or chapter

yeah, considering some author statements are also just like. very false compared to canon. my favorites are when they’re just very open that they don’t remember shit about what they wrote or are nonsensical altogether. one sec lemme dig up that “squilf and bramble would’ve bullied me in school” image

[pathofasatru]

Reposted from @wildheartanomalies Wolf- Coyote Head Piece. This piece was pretty fun to make, it is a patch work of both wolf and coyote scrap furs. I received a wolf face that didn't have any ears to make a head piece, a lot of sewing went into this project. #renaissancefestival #druid #pagan #barbarian #renfaire #renfairegarb #headdress #coyoteheaddress #vultureculture #headdress #scrapfur #scrapleather #wolffur #ididnotkillthis #coyotefur #heathen #heathenry #paganism #norsepagan #paganspathcreations https://www.instagram.com/p/COjYEPgn0EV/?igshid=1n2dkiq0zdu72

[wintercollinnsthefloof]

Here's an awesome Demon Wolf form concept of my boi Winter Collinns by Dragon Caller Studios on Facebook! I definitely recommend commissioning them and will be commissioning them for future work as the time comes for more arts :3 thank you again very much! 💙❄️🐺 Dragon Caller Studios' Fur Affinity Page: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/twistedscales/

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[jvalentineinc]

Firefly @darkreilia has us howling at the moon 🌕 in our Unisex Wolf Pants. Photography by @craig.seeman 🐾 #jvalentinefamily #jvfireflies #fauxfurornofur #fauxfur #furpants #wolffur #unisex #unisexfashion #costume #cosplayer #wolfcostume #model #cosplaygirl #shewolf #wolfmakeup #werewolf #werewolftransformation https://www.instagram.com/p/B8y8cbVF_6K/?igshid=1saziu5gcyq87

[pegasuspizzazz]

Pom Poms! Only $3 each. #etsy shop: Wolf Faux Fur Pom Poms 4" #supplies #hatmakinghaircrafts #trendyhats #beanie #furembellishment #furpompoms #wolffur https://etsy.me/2poccBz https://www.instagram.com/p/B4XdGVSJrPp/?igshid=18vrpss6v5l0k

[hanfriwolf-blog]

Look into deep Wolf eyes and tell what you see.🐺 #wolf #wolfe #wolfy #wolfie #wildwolf #wildanimal #wildlifelovers #wolflove #wolflover #wolflovers #wolfheart #wildlovers #wild #nature #animal #wolfeyes #wolfears #wolfnose #frontwiew #wolffur #brwonfur #lightbrownfur #blackfur #whitefur #whiteeyes #wildlove #wolfworld #wolflife #wolfgrey #wolff #wolf🐺 #lonewolf

[linda-en-mark]

@bellesbooksleeves 💕 🌺 An amazing furrrrrrr sleeve post 🐺 🌺 This wolf 🐺 fur baby is sooooo soft and fits my wolf books so snuggly 💕 🌺 I have the honor to help belle out as an rep/influencer and these awesome sleeves are bought with an discount code that i can share with you guys 🥳 Code; CLARY10 🛍 🌺 As an big sleeve addict I can say she has some amazing sleeves and I love her Pin hoops and mini sleeves as well 💕🙌🏻 🌺 Do you guys love sleeves? Me; yessssss 🥰❤️ 🌺 #belleskronks #bellesbooksleeves #booksleeve #book #books #bookstagram #reading #bookmerch #wolf #wolffur #fur #💙 #ya #bookgoodies #live #love #goals❤️ #❤ https://www.instagram.com/p/ByI3Ka0CH1i/?igshid=1kh2fkzhi61om

[joeyironwolf]

#fursona #furry #wolf #wolffur #bigears #me #myartwork #drawing #glasses

[iceclan-iterations]

[that1hippiechic]

Sexually fondling the new #faux wolf fur I snagged while I was out adventuring today ✨ Planning some new shop items with this furry specimen 💡✌🏻💚 #handmade #sewing #seamstress #maker #makers #makersgonnamake #smallbusiness #fauxfur #wolffur #hippie #wanderlust #boho #wanderwear

[bestiarium]

The Yin Shu [native Siberian mythology; Chinese mythology]

In the distant past, the native Siberian people occasionally found petrified mammoth bones and tusks, long before paleontologists knew what mammoths are and how long ago they lived. They figured the giant underground skeletons with huge tusks must have belonged to colossal creatures that dug tunnels underground. These creatures were thought to shatter riverbanks while digging their way through the rock and soil. It was also thought that, when these creatures breached the surface and came into contact with air, they would immediately die.

These mythical monsters were incredibly strong and could dig through rock-hard frozen ground.

I do not know how the native Siberian people called these creatures, and I failed to find a source that does, but the idea of mammoth bones being the remains of huge burrowing monsters eventually made its way to China. The ancient Chinese people referred to these beings as “Yin Shu” which translates to “hidden rodent”, which brings a mental image of huge, mole-like rodents with large tusks.

The bones and remains of these creatures (which, in actuality, were mammoth bones of course) were a rare commodity and the Chinese used them in traditional medicines.

Actually, the Yakut people came upon several fossilized remains of extinct prehistoric animals throughout the ages, not just mammoths. The horns of giant rhinoceroses, for example, were thought to be the talons of a colossal bird which would wage battles against the ancient Yakut people.

Sources: Newcomb, R. L., 1888, Our lost explorers: the narrative of the Jeannette Arctic Expedition as related by the survivors, and in the records and last journals of Lieutenant De Long, which you can read here. Laufer, B., 1913, Arabic and Chinese trade in walrus and narwhal ivory, T’oung Pao, 14(3):329. (image source: Keitar Wolffur)

[warriorsbutnotreally]

Any good suffix suggestions for the prefix Wolf-?

If it helps, this specific cat is strong, has a good sense of justice, good humored, kind, and family oriented.

He does have a dark side that he struggles with though

right away I'd say Wolfheart is probably the first obvious name

[and the appearance-based ones like Wolffur, Wolfpelt, Wolfcoat]

Wolfbite, Wolfclaw, and Wolffang are good for strong cats

Wolfspirit is a nice one for someone who has strong morals and a good spirit and, to me, works similar to how -heart does

Wolfbelly, Wolfjaw, Wolfpurr, or Wolflight would would for the good humor aspect

Wolfsong, Wolffern, or Wolfshine works for a kind, family-oriented cat [as well as -belly and -purr, but they were listed previously as well]

and Wolfmask would be good for both appearance and for a character that's faced their demons and came out stronger

[drowningfornow]

im an indecisive bastard . i wanna change my url again but idk if i wanna go back to gravedecay or go with wolffur 🌚