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     * [Slow Hours](slow-hours)
     * [Belek Oorzhak](belek-oorzhak)
     * [Skatch Lowspine](skatch-lowspine)
+    * [Wolfery Critters](wolfery)

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+# E.W.
+
+Heavily committed to the ranger aesthetic, E.W. is a skunk, standing perhaps five six dressed in a a tunic and canvas trousers. He is occasionally to be found in a cloak as well, a hood attached that he can pull over his head. He carries with him a belt full of goodies — a hatchet, a knife, a few pouches — that all look quite thoroughly used.
+
+He moves with a quiet grace and simple efficiency through nature. That quiet is echoed in his demeanor as well, preferring fewer words rather than more, an with a countenance that rarely goes north of neutral, and occasionally slips south down into outright dour.
+
+# Hold My Name
+
+Hold My Name Beneath Your Tongue And Know of the Ode clade (or just Hold My Name for less of a mouthful) is a trans woman, standing at about six feet tall. Curly black hair frames her face, though it is often kept up in a bun, held in place with a hair pin of silver, electroplated artemisia leaves decorating the top of it. She dresses casually in simple tees and frowsy skirts.
+
+She makes little effort to 'pass', seeming to revel in the dichotomy of her feminine appearance and sharper jawline, her feminine bearing and more masculine voice.
+
+Her attitude lies quite firmly in 'excited', willing as she is to talk (and talk and talk) about the things that interest her, though she is also quick to fall into that wit and sharpness of her cocladists.
+
+# Slow Hours
+
+[Where It Watches The Slow Hours Progress](https://where-it-watches-the-slow-hours-progress.ode.clade.id/) of the [Ode](https://ode.clade.id/) clade (or, to avoid the mouthful of a name, just Slow Hours) is a skunk, plain and simple. She stands at about five feet high and has the requisite black fur and aposematic white stripes: a single one starting just beyond her nosepad that runs the length of her snout up to her head, where it ends in a shock of white headfur, longer than the surrounding fur and brushed into something of a swoop to keep it out of her eyes. From the nape of her neck, it splits into two stripes that head down her back to her flanks, leaving her arms, pawpads, and those digger claws all black and the backs of her thighs ghosted with wispy white feathers of fur.
+
+That fur that covers her body is long and soft, settling somewhere between thick and silky. Thick enough, it seems, that she has chosen a loose-fitting blouse and skirt — white and navy, respectively — to keep from tamping it down too much. These are accented with [an hourglass-shaped pin](https://art.makyo.io/post/610). Her tail bears the longest fur of all, sticking nearly straight out whenever hiked, bristle-like yet still as soft as can be.
+
+As befitting her mephit status, her face is more plain of features rather than something bound by a well-defined snout and pronounced supraorbital ridge, fronted by a soft, black nosepad and a whole passel of whiskers. Black eyes shine amidst black features, and cookie-shaped ears struggle to poke out from the fur atop her head. There is a slight roundness to the cheeks, the chest, the hips, the belly — enough to suggest an affection for the finer foods in life.
+
+Her countenance and stance land somewhere just shy of bubbly, upright without being prim, and with a sharp wit that only just manages to veer around goofy or rude. Kind, but not overly friendly; dancelike, but not too bouncy; preferring the sly grins and open smiles and dramatic gestures one might expect from, say, a theatre teacher.
+
+[[Collar]]
+Around her neck rests a simple collar of black or perhaps dark gray, a snap-buckle holding it in place around the back. In front, there is a D-ring sewn in place.
+
+## Solstice
+
+[Where It Watches The Slow Hours Progress](https://where-it-watches-the-slow-hours-progress.ode.clade.id/) of the [Ode](https://ode.clade.id/) clade (or, to avoid the mouthful of a name, just Slow Hours) is a skunk, plain and simple. She stands at about five feet high and has the requisite black fur and aposematic white stripes: a single one starting just beyond her nosepad that runs the length of her snout up to her head, where it ends in a shock of white headfur, longer than the surrounding fur and brushed into something of a swoop to keep it out of her eyes. From the nape of her neck, it splits into two stripes that head down her back to her flanks, leaving her arms, pawpads, and those digger claws all black and the backs of her thighs ghosted with wispy white feathers of fur.
+
+That fur that covers her body is long and soft, settling somewhere between thick and silky. Thick enough, it seems, that she has chosen a loose-fitting blouse and skirt — white and navy, respectively — to keep from tamping it down too much. These are accented with an hourglass-shaped pin. Her tail bears the longest fur of all, sticking nearly straight out, bristle-like yet still as soft as can be.
+
+She appears to have bedecked herself with flowers for the solstice. Atop her head, ducking neatly around her ears, lies a flower crown made of woven dandelions. Front and center, flanked by two daisies, a red rhododendron shines bright. Throughout her tail, more dandelions and daisies are woven through her fur, little black and white suns to shine for the longest day.
+
+As befitting her mephit status, her face is more plain of features rather than something bound by a well-defined snout and pronounced supraorbital ridge, fronted by a soft, black nosepad and a whole passel of whiskers. Black eyes shine amidst black features, and cookie-shaped ears struggle to poke out from the fur atop her head. There is a slight roundness to the cheeks, the chest, the hips, the belly — enough to suggest an affection for the finer foods in life.
+
+Her countenance and stance land somewhere just shy of bubbly, upright without being prim, and with a sharp wit that only just manages to veer around goofy or rude. Kind, but not overly friendly; dancelike, but not too bouncy; preferring the sly grins and open smiles and dramatic gestures one might expect from, say, a theatre teacher.
+
+
+# Beholden
+
+Beholden To The Heat Of The Lamps of the [Ode](https://ode.clade.id) clade (or, to avoid the mouthful of a name, just Beholden) is a skunk, plain and simple. She stands at about five foot four, and has the requisite black fur and aposematic white stripes: a single one starting just beyond her nosepad that runs the length of her snout up to her head, where it ends in a shock of white headfur, longer than the surrounding fur and brushed into something of a swoop to keep it out of her eyes. A lock of that fur up near the front has been dyed in a magenta streak. From the nape of her neck, it splits into two stripes that head down her back to her flanks, leaving her arms, pawpads, and those digger claws all black and the backs of her thighs ghosted with wispy white feathers of fur.
+
+That fur that covers her body is long and soft, settling somewhere between thick and silky. Thick enough, it seems, that she has chosen a loose-fitting blouse and skirt - navy and green, respectively - to keep from tamping it down too much. This is accented with [a pin](https://art.makyo.io/post/611) in the shape of a spotlight. Her tail bears the longest fur of all, sticking nearly straight out, bristle-like yet still as soft as can be.
+
+As befitting her mephit status, her face is more plain of features rather than something bound by a well-defined snout and pronounced supraorbital ridge, fronted by a soft, black nosepad and a whole passel of whiskers. Black eyes shine amidst black features, and cookie-shaped ears struggle to poke out from the fur atop her head. There is a slight roundness to the cheeks, the chest, the hips, the belly - enough to suggest an affection for the finer foods in life.
+
+Her countenance and stance land somewhere just shy of bubbly, upright without being prim, and with a sharp wit that only just manages to veer around goofy or rude. Kind, but not overly friendly; dancelike, but not too bouncy; preferring the sly grins and open smiles and dramatic gestures one might expect from, say, a theatre teacher.
+
+[[Glasses]]
+Ey sometimes wears a fairly ordinary pair of glasses, though often they wind up tucked into a shirt pocket. When ey does wear them, however, ey's commonly seen fiddling with them or moving eir hands about; clearly they offer some HUD.
+
+# Motes
+
+Skunk! Smol! Little bundle of excitable, zippy, and fidgety skunk. Like her cocladists, And We Are The Motes In The Stage Lights of the Ode clade (or just Motes for short) is fairly standard as anthropomorphic skunks go: there are the stripes, there is the tail, there is that shock of white fur atop her head. Unlike the rest of her stanza, though, she is a good bit slimmer, a good bit smaller, standing at solid five feet tall. Dressed in overalls and a dandelion-yellow shirt, she looks like she's regularly painting something, given the splotches that linger on her clothes. She has leaned heavily into the babiest sibling role, owning the identity of the youngest of them all, ready to be doted upon, or hauled up in a hug, or, should she run into anyone so inclined, pounced right into a game of leapfrogging forks.
+
+## Halloween
+
+Grrr grrarrgh grrgh rrrawrrrrrr rrrwrrr rrrrRRRRrrr grrgrrrrgrr grrf grrawr rrrwrrl awroooOOOOOOO!
+
+All of that to say that Motes has shaped herself into a werewolf for the season. Big, hulking, slavering thing! Loves bellyrubs, though.
+
+The look is very clearly a Halloween costume of sorts, for although she is most certainly an eight-foot-tall wolf, she is also still prone to zipping around — or at least trying to — and the excitability of her usual self. The growly voice and affected speech patterns will occasionally slip and the usual Motesisms will peek through once more. There is a reason she is a theatre tech and not an actor!
+
+# Functor
+
+A Monad Is Just A Monoid In The Category Of Endofunctors, What's The Problem? is a fisher — that is, the species pekania. It's just literally that. A regular old fisher.
+
+Okay, it's also floating about six feet in the air, dangling as though someone were holding it under the forelegs.
+
+Well, and also it appears to be a projection offered by a small disk a few inches across that floats a few inches above the ground — careful, this last can give quite the shock if touched.
+
+Okay and also it can talk. In fact, it seems to have a hard time shutting up, that voice of ambiguous gender offering whatever opinions it may through a stilted, Lisp-inspired mutter.
+
+# Laz and Lilian
+
+Lazăr — or just Laz — Bălan is is a human of Romanian descent. [Ey's](https://pronoun.is/ey/em/eir/eirs/emself) of middling height, somewhere around 180cm, looks to be young-ish at around 20, and perhaps a little soft of build. As befitting someone with the last name Bălan, ey has blond hair. A youth in the tattered remnants of the post-Anthropocene climate has left em with contrasting, darker skin. Ey tends to be seen in natty garb that wouldn't be out of place on a bookseller or perhaps professor of something bookish — library science, perhaps? — with slacks, a nice enough shirt, a vest, maybe a scarf, or even bow-tie if ey's feeling particularly inspired.
+
+[[Glasses]]
+Ey sometimes wears a fairly ordinary pair of glasses, though often they wind up tucked into a shirt pocket. When ey does wear them, however, ey's commonly seen fiddling with them or moving eir hands about; clearly they offer some HUD.
+
+# Michelle, Who Has Reclaimed
+
+Michelle, Who Has Reclaimed is a skunk, plain and simple. Her time lingering in Netspace and away from what was her body has led to inevitable changes. She is no longer what she was.
+
+She stands at about five four, a few inches taller than her predecessor. Where once she was defined by the usual black  fur and aposematic white stripes, she has opted for more color. Not just color, but a dichroic array that depends mostly on the lay of her fur. Where once the fur was white, it defaults to red, though a breeze or a hand run through her mane might lead to it veering towards purple or even blue. The black fur has headed in the other direction, and when disturbed, it gains an oil-sheen of greens, blues, and violets.
+
+That fur that covers her body is still long and soft, settling somewhere between thick and silky. Thick enough, it seems, that she has chosen a loose-fitting blouse and skirt — white and navy, respectively — to keep from tamping it down too much. These are accented with [an hourglass-shaped pin](https://art.makyo.io/post/610) as a reminder from whence she came. Her tail bears the longest fur of all, sticking nearly straight out whenever hiked, bristle-like yet still as soft as can be.
+
+As befitting her mephit status, her face is more plain of features rather than something bound by a well-defined snout and pronounced supraorbital ridge, fronted by a soft, black nosepad and a whole passel of whiskers. Black eyes shine amidst black features, and cookie-shaped ears struggle to poke out from the fur atop her head. There is a slight roundness to the cheeks, the chest, the hips, the belly — enough to suggest an affection for the finer foods in life.
+
+Her countenance and stance land somewhere just shy of bubbly, upright without being prim, and with a sharp wit that only just manages to veer around goofy or rude. Kind, but not overly friendly; dancelike, but not too bouncy; preferring the sly grins and open smiles and dramatic gestures one might expect from, say, a theatre teacher.
+
+[[Collar]]
+Around her neck rests a simple collar of blues and pinks in a fractal pattern, distressed by a hint of equilateral triangles. In front, there is a D-ring sewn in place.