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posted this on my old account. cant believe it took me this long to repost here. :/

Not friendlocked bc the descriptions are non graphic and merely there to get the point across of who Isaiah is as a person.

Edit: literally why did nobody tell me I didn't mark this as adult. 😭", "writing": "WARNING FOR BRIEF DESCRIPTIONS OF ANIMAL ABUSE, DEATH, AND JUST PLAIN TORTURE. THIS CHARACTER HATES AND KILLS DOGS FOR FUN. I DO NOT CONDONE THESE THINGS IRL, THIS CHARACTER IS MERELY SOMEONE I USE TO VENT FRUSTRATIONS WITH.\n\n--\n\nWORLD\n\nIn the year 1981, Humans successfully created the first animal-human hybrid. These were more animal than human, but gradually this changed and the older versions were phased out. Since the beginning, their intended use was for war. A beast mixed with a man could excel on the battlefield in areas that unspliced humans fell short. This only escalated until eventually, human soldiers were deployed only to command and coordinate these beast-men who of course could not be trusted to govern themselves on the field.\n\nIt worked well, for a time.\n\nOnce the wars ended, however, humans all around the globe were struggling. Their numbers had dwindled, societies crumbled and nations fell under the never ending march of war, and the horrific biological attacks therein which left much of the population sick or dead. All these hybrids knew was carnage. Once they had no one else to fight, they were brought back into their nations. Most of them were destroyed. A lot of them escaped. In the war torn lands it was not impossible for them to find refuge among their own kind, and with greater ability to survive in the wild than full blooded humans, they steadily began to flourish. The only hybrids who survived in human society were the ?pets? they created and conditioned to be property, the canine companions, dog slaves used for everything from labor to sex. These particular hybrids are viewed as lesser than those who were created from wild beasts in hybrid society, and are seen as much less intelligent as well.\n\nEventually, humans died out from plagues of their own creation, as well as segregated attacks from growing hybrid nations. It took many years, but soon all that were left were the hybrids. Though their society is much different than the humans' once was, it still holds many similarities.\n\nTHE PRESENT\n\nDog hybrids in this new world are seen as lesser. Despite this, they are numerous as they have no problem breeding to keep their population. My story will follow the actions of one fox hybrid who despises dogs even more than the typical pure-blood. He does everything he can to secure them and kill them. Since they are still considered people in hybrid society, this is something done in the privacy of his own home located far into the mountains. However, not even feral dogs are safe from his ire, and are much easier prey when he's in the mood for a quick kill.\n\nHis home is a log cabin with an attic and a basement, the latter in which he does most of his grizzly work on those unfortunate dogs he manages to capture, or, who end up wandering into the many traps he has set up in the woods of his property. The ones captured in these are typically of the feral disposition, but on rare occasions a hybrid may find themselves strung up with no one around to hear their pleas... except of course for their impending doom, who regularly walks the trails besides which he sets his traps.\n\nMAIN CHARACTER \n\nNAME: Isaiah\n\nAGE APPEARANCE: mid 20s\n\nSPECIES: Red Fox (cross fox variant)\n\nSEX: M\n\nSEXUAL PREFERANCE: Female preference with a strong curiosity toward males. He hasn't had a lot of (consensual) experience in this field, as he was engaged to a young vixen early in life and was faithful until the end.\n\nAPPEARANCE\n\nHAIR COLOR: Black with orange and vivid red streaks.\n\nHAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: Short and spiky with a fringe that hangs down over one eye.\n\nEYE COLOR: ice blue with slit pupils\n\nEYESIGHT: Fantastic night vision, he is far sighted, but can detect movement whether it be near or far. Much like a cat he can lock on to prey, and his instincts to chase are sharp as a razor.\n\nHEIGHT: 5'8''\n\nOUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Typically he chooses cargo pants, black or red breathable shirts, a hoodie, and if it's more chilly out, a leather jacket with white fur trim about the collar over that. He wears the same black leather hiking boots he's had for years, which are worn and no longer sporting their original laces. When checking his traps, on the hunt, or dealing with victims, he wears a spiked collar, strong, spiked forearm guards and knee-high steel-toed boots with leather strong enough to withstand any dog's bite.\n\nABNORMALITIES: Rather than sporting rust colored fur as most red foxes, his is instead burnt orange and vibrant about his chest, but black all along his back and paws. The tip of his fluffy tail is a pure and radiant white.\n\nDISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): There is a growing collection of scars about his upper arms, on his fingers, and thighs where dogs have bitten him.\n\nSELF CARE: In any public setting he is typically at least somewhat groomed, but he's not particularly concerned about being beautiful and proper. He has no idea what to do in a fancy setting, and with all the moving around he does, walking and such, he looks like a street rat most of the time with beat up boots and torn pants.\n\nFIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: Taciturn by nature, he does his best to be polite, but due to his preference to sticking to the shadows and simply not speaking he comes off as mysterious and unapproachable. Some may consider him creepy, or just spooky in general, as he is used to moving about almost entirely unnoticed and tends to sneak up on people even when he doesn't mean to.\n\nFUR COLOR: Bright burnt orange and black.\n\nBODY TYPE/BUILD: Athletic and compact. He is lean and sinuous, and much stronger than he appears.\n\nDESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Low and rough. He speaks with quiet purpose. If he ever raises his voice it's typically a cause for concern to whoever its directed at.\n\nRELATIONSHIPS\n\nPARENTS: for unfortunate reasons he had to cut them out of his life years ago.\n\nSIBLINGS: He has one brother and two sisters, all of which lead far more successful lives than him, and even have kits.\n\nHOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: With his parents? Not good. With his siblings? They're practically strangers at this point, but reuniting probably wouldn't be too difficult overall. Just awkward.\n\nCHILDREN: None\n\nOTHER FAMILY MEMBERS: Many cousins, aunts and uncles here or there. None he really knows too well.\n\nPAST LOVER(S): Sheila, a vixen. They'd been together 6 years, had a plan for marriage and kits. He broke it off when he found out she had an appetite for dog dick. Both feral and otherwise. She thought telling him she preferred ferals would make him feel better. It only solidified his disgust of both her and her preferred `lovers'.\n\nCURRENT LOVER: None.\n\nABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: Fine, but he prefers not to.\n\nHOW SOCIABLE(LONER,ETC): He used to have a friend group, but he lost them when he lost Sheila, having up and just dropped his life entirely out of grief.\n\nFRIENDS: Before the breakup, a wolf named Trevor, another red fox named Kurt, and a cougar named Ben. He never officially cut off their friendships, he just disappeared and stopped contact. It's highly possible any of them will try to find him again, but it hasn't happened yet.\n\nPETS: Three cats.\n\nLEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: A dog lover.\n\nBACKSTORY: \n\nGrowing up, Isaiah was always the odd-one-out, be it in school or otherwise. While a pure bred red fox like all his peers, his primarily black coloration fringed with vivid reds was always cause for undue attention. Most people, usually other species, would never cease to compliment him on his looks. When he was very young he took pride in their praise even while his own species shunned him. As the years passed, however, that began to change as the realization that he was an outcast started to sink in. It ceased entirely when a family friend took a little too much interest in him. A white dog by the name of Conner had been one of those people who always told him he was beautiful. He enjoyed the praise for years, right up until the man took advantage of him one night in the back of his car while Isaiah's parents were having one of their many sloppy drunken house parties. He was only eight years old when he unwillingly lost his virginity.\n\nThat was just the start of his downward spiral concerning his relationship with dogs as a whole.\n\nWhen his parents took notice of him becoming more and more withdrawn, they got him a pet kitten. These particular domesticated animals had never been given the gift of hybridization, among many others such as rodents, reptiles, birds, and cows as well as other such livestock still in use for the same reasons humans had used them. This cat would quickly become his best friend and his rock. The one being in the world he could talk to and who believed him when he told them what happened to him, because his mother certainly didn't. When he'd told her and earned only disbelief and scorn in return, he'd vowed to tell no other sapient as long as he lived.\n\n2. This cat was attacked by a feral dog. Being alone and just a kit, he could do nothing to stop the beast from mauling his pet to near death. Eventually other people came to stop the scene, but it was already too late for the kitten. He held it in his arms as it breathed its last, stinking of dog and wrecked beyond recognition. Its eyes saw nothing as it died. He felt so sick from the smell and the loss that he vomited.\n\n3. The helplessness he felt that day left a deep, lasting scar on his psyche to overlap the one already there. As he watched the world around him turn to accept dogs more and more into their society, said scars split open into festering wounds. Both hybrid and not, dogs were suddenly unavoidable no matter where he went. He had a girlfriend, for a while, a pretty young vixen. 6 years went down the toilet when she decided she?d rather have a stinking dog fuck her than him. She had begged him to forgive her, but he couldn?t. It wasn?t fair. The hurt cut deeper still, a knife straight into his heart. He had to move out of his city house after that to escape the memories of them, of their plans of marriage, of having kits one day. He retreated into a little cabin home located out of city limits.\n\n4. He was 26 when he dragged his first feral canine off his property and bludgeoned it to death. The act left him panting with exhilaration, and his cock painfully hard in his sheath. He stumbled off and fell to his knees to jerk off, coming almost instantly upon the leaf-litter.\n\n5. Eventually he began to seek out victims, hunting down any dogs that might have strayed into his patch of forest. He would sniff them down, fueled by hate at the smell alone as he did. When he found them he would lure them close before striking, using the pole and wire method of dog catchers to snare them. As this worked just fine for both aggressive and not, this became his go-to in order to subdue the creatures without hurting them before he got them to the desired location where the real fun could begin.\n\n6. merely killing them wasn?t enough. He turned to dragging them to his house, into his shed or basement, where he?d torture them for hours, leading up to days as he learned how to keep them alive and prolong their suffering.\n\n7. Soon, he couldn?t stop looking at hybrid dogs the same way. He saw the similarities. Could smell them, too. That stink that never seemed to leave. No amount of showering could ever wash it away. No amount of perfumes could cover it up. It was nauseating, having to stare into their stupid shit-brown eyes and try to hold a conversation. \n\n8. His first kill was a coworker, one who had pushed him too far one day. He beat the mutt over the head and stuffed him into the back of his car before taking off back to his cabin. There, he would torture the white Akita mix for days... this is where our story really hits its peak, as its when the line between feral and hybrid was finally shattered and both became fair game in his eyes.\n\nKNOWLEDGE\n\nLANGUAGES: Spanish, English\n\nHOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Good, but he's still learning.\n\nIMPULSIVE/STRATEGIC: Despite his anger, he's unnervingly good at keeping compulsions at bay. This taciturn fox will wait until the right moment to strike, and will absolutely stalk a victim for weeks before making his move if he must.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "WARNING FOR BRIEF DESCRIPTIONS OF ANIMAL ABUSE, DEATH, AND JUST PLAIN TORTURE. THIS CHARACTER HATES AND KILLS DOGS FOR FUN. I DO NOT CONDONE THESE THINGS IRL, THIS CHARACTER IS MERELY SOMEONE I USE TO VENT FRUSTRATIONS WITH.

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WORLD

In the year 1981, Humans successfully created the first animal-human hybrid. These were more animal than human, but gradually this changed and the older versions were phased out. Since the beginning, their intended use was for war. A beast mixed with a man could excel on the battlefield in areas that unspliced humans fell short. This only escalated until eventually, human soldiers were deployed only to command and coordinate these beast-men who of course could not be trusted to govern themselves on the field.

It worked well, for a time.

Once the wars ended, however, humans all around the globe were struggling. Their numbers had dwindled, societies crumbled and nations fell under the never ending march of war, and the horrific biological attacks therein which left much of the population sick or dead. All these hybrids knew was carnage. Once they had no one else to fight, they were brought back into their nations. Most of them were destroyed. A lot of them escaped. In the war torn lands it was not impossible for them to find refuge among their own kind, and with greater ability to survive in the wild than full blooded humans, they steadily began to flourish. The only hybrids who survived in human society were the ?pets? they created and conditioned to be property, the canine companions, dog slaves used for everything from labor to sex. These particular hybrids are viewed as lesser than those who were created from wild beasts in hybrid society, and are seen as much less intelligent as well.

Eventually, humans died out from plagues of their own creation, as well as segregated attacks from growing hybrid nations. It took many years, but soon all that were left were the hybrids. Though their society is much different than the humans' once was, it still holds many similarities.

THE PRESENT

Dog hybrids in this new world are seen as lesser. Despite this, they are numerous as they have no problem breeding to keep their population. My story will follow the actions of one fox hybrid who despises dogs even more than the typical pure-blood. He does everything he can to secure them and kill them. Since they are still considered people in hybrid society, this is something done in the privacy of his own home located far into the mountains. However, not even feral dogs are safe from his ire, and are much easier prey when he's in the mood for a quick kill.

His home is a log cabin with an attic and a basement, the latter in which he does most of his grizzly work on those unfortunate dogs he manages to capture, or, who end up wandering into the many traps he has set up in the woods of his property. The ones captured in these are typically of the feral disposition, but on rare occasions a hybrid may find themselves strung up with no one around to hear their pleas... except of course for their impending doom, who regularly walks the trails besides which he sets his traps.

MAIN CHARACTER

NAME: Isaiah

AGE APPEARANCE: mid 20s

SPECIES: Red Fox (cross fox variant)

SEX: M

SEXUAL PREFERANCE: Female preference with a strong curiosity toward males. He hasn't had a lot of (consensual) experience in this field, as he was engaged to a young vixen early in life and was faithful until the end.

APPEARANCE

HAIR COLOR: Black with orange and vivid red streaks.

HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: Short and spiky with a fringe that hangs down over one eye.

EYE COLOR: ice blue with slit pupils

EYESIGHT: Fantastic night vision, he is far sighted, but can detect movement whether it be near or far. Much like a cat he can lock on to prey, and his instincts to chase are sharp as a razor.

HEIGHT: 5'8''

OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Typically he chooses cargo pants, black or red breathable shirts, a hoodie, and if it's more chilly out, a leather jacket with white fur trim about the collar over that. He wears the same black leather hiking boots he's had for years, which are worn and no longer sporting their original laces. When checking his traps, on the hunt, or dealing with victims, he wears a spiked collar, strong, spiked forearm guards and knee-high steel-toed boots with leather strong enough to withstand any dog's bite.

ABNORMALITIES: Rather than sporting rust colored fur as most red foxes, his is instead burnt orange and vibrant about his chest, but black all along his back and paws. The tip of his fluffy tail is a pure and radiant white.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): There is a growing collection of scars about his upper arms, on his fingers, and thighs where dogs have bitten him.

SELF CARE: In any public setting he is typically at least somewhat groomed, but he's not particularly concerned about being beautiful and proper. He has no idea what to do in a fancy setting, and with all the moving around he does, walking and such, he looks like a street rat most of the time with beat up boots and torn pants.

FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: Taciturn by nature, he does his best to be polite, but due to his preference to sticking to the shadows and simply not speaking he comes off as mysterious and unapproachable. Some may consider him creepy, or just spooky in general, as he is used to moving about almost entirely unnoticed and tends to sneak up on people even when he doesn't mean to.

FUR COLOR: Bright burnt orange and black.

BODY TYPE/BUILD: Athletic and compact. He is lean and sinuous, and much stronger than he appears.

DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Low and rough. He speaks with quiet purpose. If he ever raises his voice it's typically a cause for concern to whoever its directed at.

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: for unfortunate reasons he had to cut them out of his life years ago.

SIBLINGS: He has one brother and two sisters, all of which lead far more successful lives than him, and even have kits.

HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: With his parents? Not good. With his siblings? They're practically strangers at this point, but reuniting probably wouldn't be too difficult overall. Just awkward.

CHILDREN: None

OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS: Many cousins, aunts and uncles here or there. None he really knows too well.

PAST LOVER(S): Sheila, a vixen. They'd been together 6 years, had a plan for marriage and kits. He broke it off when he found out she had an appetite for dog dick. Both feral and otherwise. She thought telling him she preferred ferals would make him feel better. It only solidified his disgust of both her and her preferred `lovers'.

CURRENT LOVER: None.

ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: Fine, but he prefers not to.

HOW SOCIABLE(LONER,ETC): He used to have a friend group, but he lost them when he lost Sheila, having up and just dropped his life entirely out of grief.

FRIENDS: Before the breakup, a wolf named Trevor, another red fox named Kurt, and a cougar named Ben. He never officially cut off their friendships, he just disappeared and stopped contact. It's highly possible any of them will try to find him again, but it hasn't happened yet.

PETS: Three cats.

LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: A dog lover.

BACKSTORY:

Growing up, Isaiah was always the odd-one-out, be it in school or otherwise. While a pure bred red fox like all his peers, his primarily black coloration fringed with vivid reds was always cause for undue attention. Most people, usually other species, would never cease to compliment him on his looks. When he was very young he took pride in their praise even while his own species shunned him. As the years passed, however, that began to change as the realization that he was an outcast started to sink in. It ceased entirely when a family friend took a little too much interest in him. A white dog by the name of Conner had been one of those people who always told him he was beautiful. He enjoyed the praise for years, right up until the man took advantage of him one night in the back of his car while Isaiah's parents were having one of their many sloppy drunken house parties. He was only eight years old when he unwillingly lost his virginity.

That was just the start of his downward spiral concerning his relationship with dogs as a whole.

When his parents took notice of him becoming more and more withdrawn, they got him a pet kitten. These particular domesticated animals had never been given the gift of hybridization, among many others such as rodents, reptiles, birds, and cows as well as other such livestock still in use for the same reasons humans had used them. This cat would quickly become his best friend and his rock. The one being in the world he could talk to and who believed him when he told them what happened to him, because his mother certainly didn't. When he'd told her and earned only disbelief and scorn in return, he'd vowed to tell no other sapient as long as he lived.

2. This cat was attacked by a feral dog. Being alone and just a kit, he could do nothing to stop the beast from mauling his pet to near death. Eventually other people came to stop the scene, but it was already too late for the kitten. He held it in his arms as it breathed its last, stinking of dog and wrecked beyond recognition. Its eyes saw nothing as it died. He felt so sick from the smell and the loss that he vomited.

3. The helplessness he felt that day left a deep, lasting scar on his psyche to overlap the one already there. As he watched the world around him turn to accept dogs more and more into their society, said scars split open into festering wounds. Both hybrid and not, dogs were suddenly unavoidable no matter where he went. He had a girlfriend, for a while, a pretty young vixen. 6 years went down the toilet when she decided she?d rather have a stinking dog fuck her than him. She had begged him to forgive her, but he couldn?t. It wasn?t fair. The hurt cut deeper still, a knife straight into his heart. He had to move out of his city house after that to escape the memories of them, of their plans of marriage, of having kits one day. He retreated into a little cabin home located out of city limits.

4. He was 26 when he dragged his first feral canine off his property and bludgeoned it to death. The act left him panting with exhilaration, and his cock painfully hard in his sheath. He stumbled off and fell to his knees to jerk off, coming almost instantly upon the leaf-litter.

5. Eventually he began to seek out victims, hunting down any dogs that might have strayed into his patch of forest. He would sniff them down, fueled by hate at the smell alone as he did. When he found them he would lure them close before striking, using the pole and wire method of dog catchers to snare them. As this worked just fine for both aggressive and not, this became his go-to in order to subdue the creatures without hurting them before he got them to the desired location where the real fun could begin.

6. merely killing them wasn?t enough. He turned to dragging them to his house, into his shed or basement, where he?d torture them for hours, leading up to days as he learned how to keep them alive and prolong their suffering.

7. Soon, he couldn?t stop looking at hybrid dogs the same way. He saw the similarities. Could smell them, too. That stink that never seemed to leave. No amount of showering could ever wash it away. No amount of perfumes could cover it up. It was nauseating, having to stare into their stupid shit-brown eyes and try to hold a conversation.

8. His first kill was a coworker, one who had pushed him too far one day. He beat the mutt over the head and stuffed him into the back of his car before taking off back to his cabin. There, he would torture the white Akita mix for days... this is where our story really hits its peak, as its when the line between feral and hybrid was finally shattered and both became fair game in his eyes.

KNOWLEDGE

LANGUAGES: Spanish, English

HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Good, but he's still learning.

IMPULSIVE/STRATEGIC: Despite his anger, he's unnervingly good at keeping compulsions at bay. This taciturn fox will wait until the right moment to strike, and will absolutely stalk a victim for weeks before making his move if he must.

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