Posts by strvggles

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

  • Behind the Character: Get to Know the Roleplayers

    hi guys! i'm strvggles B-) (whackest fuckin person in the world fyi) i'm 18, turning 19 in june, and i'm a freshman in college majoring in elementary education! i live in the us, more specifically massachusetts, and i've been roleplaying since 2007, but joined feralfront around 2012 under a different account - i had only played non-trad characters up until i created stormykit this year, and as of the moment, she is the only character i roleplay


    i sing, write, read, draw, play the piano + guitar, and love makeup, cars, animals, video games, vines, ice cream and roleplaying

    ik it's a lot of shit i'm a massive dweeb leave me alone some of my favorite shows include steven universe, criminal minds, the walking dead, rick and morty, stranger things, dexter, orange is the new black and a few more

    my favorite color is yellow

    i love tattoos but i don't have any yet

    snakes and tarantulas are awesome and i wish i could own either

    so are lizards and anything reptilian/ amphibian really

    i have a brown miniature schnauzer names hershey and he's literally the best dog in the universe

    my secret talent is memorizing and recognizing all iconic vines


    uhh yeah idrk what else to add

    i'm just an average shithead LOL



  • g five nine will make you sweat - RETURN

    ❝ SPRAY PAINT THE WALLS WITH BLOOD AND WHATEVER

    DRAG YOU OUTSIDE, LET YOU ROT IN THE WEATHER — ❞ plots

    heaven had darkened and fractured and split, and its collapse had been loud; as the storm tossed and rolled, the clouds they harbored screamed and they had wept. and their wailing was a cacophony, the snapping of twigs and the moving of earth some discordant and eerie sound, as if the mud beneath the dens were to shift and every tree were to fall all at once. the tempest had been some great and angry bear, and it had roared with thunder deep in its black lungs, and under its power the forest knelt and bent and broke. but, stone had been too heavy to toss, and that had only incurred the fury in the belly of this backwards and ravenous beast - it had dug its claws into the base and it had tugged and pulled and scraped and shrieked, voice incoherent and animalistic and terrifying. it was some terrible and overwhelming noise, and it gnawed at the roof with vicious jaws, as if blinding flares of hot lightning were the jagged fangs to vainly try to crack the rock open.


    again, it came, spreading some unfathomable and bright white over the smooth walls, rapid and blinking and stinging the eyes. once, twice, three times. but the last light fell quite wrong, casting odd shadows over a damp terrain. and with every new wound inflicted by the wild lightning, they revealed another line and another detail and another color upon a narrow face, eclipsing sharp cheeks and perfect angles and fine creases. the familiar mismatch of greys and alabasters in strange smears and stripes, something that was simply unique and undeniably her. even now, completely drenched and still unclean, with fur pressed into all of those shapes, she was a masterpiece. a canvas with a rip and frayed edges, where the careful shading under icy eyes had been smudged and darkened, but still hung neatly in a gallery and still something one yearned to view.


    and there she had been, rounded ears like knives to cut her shape from the backdrop - a lean, tall silhouette that stopped just before the border of damp earth, edges blurred by the downpour and yet somehow still fixed and so sturdy. the big monster that ravaged the forest was no match for this one, it seemed. no matter the rain and no matter the gales, this had been scarier than either of them; as if some predator with a jarringly sharp icy stare was peering into their territory, a hungry beast just waiting for someone to notice so it could wrap its mouth around their necks. after moons of surviving as a rogue, stormyfur was home at last. "☁"