The dusty pelt- a room for steampunks of a furry variety

[Fairley B. Strange]

Imagine going out for a drink on a Friday night (full moon preferably) in an Underworld Werewolf suit. 

Seriously? I'd LOVE to do that! Those suits are just so awesome...

Pina Coladas at Trader Vics? 

[bicyclebuilder]

Imagine going out for a drink on a Friday night (full moon preferably) in an Underworld Werewolf suit. 

Seriously? I'd LOVE to do that! Those suits are just so awesome...

Pina Coladas at Trader Vics? 

Virgin Mary's.   

[Rockula]

Imagine going out for a drink on a Friday night (full moon preferably) in an Underworld Werewolf suit. 

Seriously? I'd LOVE to do that! Those suits are just so awesome...

Pina Coladas at Trader Vics? 

He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor.

[Fairley B. Strange]

Sounds like a great pubcrawl - finishing with beef chow mein at Lee Ho Fuk's...

[bicyclebuilder]

Hang on. Is this about a song? I'm not familiar with that.

[Dr cornelius quack]

Werewolves Of London

[Capt. Dirigible]

Love that song..

[Rockula]

Now were-wolves in Steampunk is something I might find interesting. But not fluffy bunnies. Unless, of course, they are were-bunnies.

[Dr cornelius quack]

Now were-wolves in Steampunk is something I might find interesting. But not fluffy bunnies. Unless, of course, they are were-bunnies.

Or made into a jolly cosy pair of slippers.

[Dr cornelius quack]

OOOOOOH!....Were-Bunny Slippers!!... Hmmmmm!!

[Rockula]

OOOOOOH!....Were-Bunny Slippers!!... Hmmmmm!!

Well, a quick Google reveals that 'Killer Rabbit' Bunny Slippers are indeed available.

[Siliconous Skumins]

The werebunny is something the people of Newcastle have long since known about...and feared...


Legend has it there is one buried near the city center, in St Nicholas's Church graveyard. Adjacent to the rear of the churchyard there is a doorway into an office block. An ornate doorway with large double doors and arched and round windows above it. The doorway is surrounded by an ornate pink and white porch. The 'Vampire Rabbit' sits on the arch at the top.

The Vampire Rabbit sits menacingly, with it's staring eyes and bared fangs above an ornate arched doorway of the 20th century Cathedral Buildings.






Oh we also have a pirate buried there too...

SS

[septango]

I think the full mascotte suit looks rather childish. There are so many children tv shows with them in it. Also, it doesn't look "real" to me. 
I think, if I had to choose, I'd go for a "rupert" kind of suit. Regular clothes with mask and gloves. I do like centaur stelts though.

Digilegs Demo

thats why Im taking so long to build my fursuit, basicly Im building a full muscle rig under the skin, with prostedics so it mimics my face movement

[MWBailey]

Ah-woo, were-rabbits of steampunk! Ah-woooooooooo...

Ahem. Begging your collective pardon.

[bicyclebuilder]

Ah-woo, were-rabbits of steampunk! Ah-woooooooooo...

Ahem. Begging your collective pardon.

No no, by all means. Howl all you want. Isn't that part of being a furry? Associate yourself with the animal? Stay in character. 

[Capt. Dirigible]

Associate yourself with the animal? Stay in character. 

Tried that! Couldn't quite lick my genitals clean, though!

[Herr Döktor]

Associate yourself with the animal? Stay in character. 

Tried that! Couldn't quite lick my genitals clean, though!

Can't you get someone in to do that for you?

[Capt. Dirigible]

Associate yourself with the animal? Stay in character. 

Tried that! Couldn't quite lick my genitals clean, though!

Can't you get someone in to do that for you?

Do they have to be in a furry suit as well because then it's just getting really pervy!

[bicyclebuilder]

Dear Capt. Dirigible. Might I suggest you clean them before you get in the suit. You probably want to take a shower after you take off the suit. There is no logic into cleaning them while in the suit. I guess the suit goes to the dry cleaners afterwards? 


Or where your previous posts a desperate attempt for a "good time"? 

[Capt. Dirigible]

To be honest BB, I was just being flippant and trying to get a cheap laugh! Wild dogs couldn't get me to don a furry suit!

[bicyclebuilder]

To be honest BB, I was just being flippant and trying to get a cheap laugh! #SNIP#

Sure, captain. I believe you. Don't be ashamed, we all have our quirks. 

#SNIP# Wild dogs couldn't get me to don a furry suit!

And wild horses couldn't drive you away from it. 


Back to topic: is Batman considered a furry?

[Rockula]

Back to topic: is Batman considered a furry?

More a 'Leathery' I'd have thought.

[Clym Angus]

Imagine going out for a drink on a Friday night (full moon preferably) in an Underworld Werewolf suit.  

Seriously? I'd LOVE to do that! Those suits are just so awesome...

You? Those legs on? Would you even be able to get in the door of your average drinking establishment? In your bare feet your knocking on the door of 6'6 at least. Those heels make a pair of new rocks look like a set of flats! With those bad boys on, you'd be what, 7'2? Possibly more?

So inside, cartoon comedy; OUTside of course. Whole different kettle of fish. You'd brown trouser the whole district. Fantastic.

Ah-woo, were-rabbits of steampunk! Ah-woooooooooo...

Ahem. Begging your collective pardon.

I wrote a poem about that particular creature a long long time ago....

This wording now, as words of old.
Still story standing waiting told.
Of life not cooshed nor comforting,
so swift attendant silence bring.

When manlings beached on Velfador,
lush greening lands their senses saw.
With fertile floors and tempered air,
land such, as far as eye could stare.
So quick to judge their only sin,
for more than lustre, lay set within.
Far from first lands, of tallow man.
From whence the river Renna ran,
no bird song beast footfall would dare,
for was the realm of RevenHare.
Cut teeth as needles, fast as thought.
Fur spit clean coat, drum canvas taught.
Ear razor sharp, same velvet paw,
hex-venom wept from locking jaw.

Discarding safety by the shore.
Both court and royal wanted more.
So ordered seventh Tallow king.
Farm manlings went a settling.
Before too long, one happen by.
New prey was this fowl feral spy?
Blood carving arc, at speeding rate.
Touch Tallow, neat decapitate.
When Reven tasted manling meat,
it find it juiced and tickle sweet.

Was kill delight! Rip tear full sum,
still more, and more, and more, would come!

This tale of death and troubles true,
did spitter, spatter, sputter through.
A force of men the court would send.
What good a king? If can't defend?
From palace guard all picked by hand,
near finest fighters in the land.
All peacock bright and shrewsome cut.
Their shardings slashing throat and gut.


Return did one limp, limb shed man.
Yet mad and spiralled still he can,
say RevenHare kell all that came,
and all that come will end the same.

Kingly mouth fleet drained his cup.
Releasing lip and rising up.
"those lands I'll gift to they that bring
an end to such a venom thing.
Still more, a score their weight in gold!
Go fourth". And all the Tallow told.
Was steep reward. Task steeper still.
Take body hard and iron will.
For longest month, all silent dumb.
By second only five had come.

Well, five the number, four of note.
The fifth wrapped tight in poaching coat.
Was Lord Fel's ward. She easy missed.
A skeven little artifist.

Now trusted not, and never he.
For Ferrin, Fel's forefathers be.
Of ashen skin and slender hand.
The Ferrin once had ruled this land
and fight could they. Kill court and kings,
but mindful now of other things.
The Reven crossed had they before.
As such, it stood the elder score.

Two knights of Piric order came.
With plated metal crested same.
Rash word and deed Sir Dansy fought
and vaining love of self would court.
Sir Ganis she, was crueller cut.
Lust love for kill and nothing but.

Last Baroc, child of Tannen birth,
high lord of all the under earth.
Barrel built, beard black as pitch
fearsome strong and battle rich.

But all of they contained within,
none few quick shrewd, as Callarin.
Both pointed eye and teething full,
her body tight and muscle pull.
Mind carving wrought but self sight blunt.
Fed up through guile and want of hunt.
Now, Fel's dark sage Khan Taradell,
who's wording wise wore wisdom well.
In Callarin, saw promise flair,
so tempered mindings brought to bare.
For once she tarried to be hung,
her fairest share of poaching done.

Released to care of Lord and mage.
A second chance and steady wage.
She travelled light, with knife she fought,
black wristband twisted ten times taught.

[MWBailey]

Ah-woo, were-rabbits of steampunk! Ah-woooooooooo...

Ahem. Begging your collective pardon.

No no, by all means. Howl all you want. Isn't that part of being a furry? Associate yourself with the animal? Stay in character.  

I'm not a furry, and Brantley's a surgical mutation. (don't make me call out my flying monkey butlers)

[Clym Angus]

I'm not a furry, and Brantley's a surgical mutation. (don't make me call out my flying monkey butlers)

Will they get you my pretty, you and your little dog too?