Now, please. don’t be thinking I’m some furry freak who needs to burn, because I’m just some friendly neighborhood furry weightlifter, working at the HR department of my office complex. I can give you a bit of a story on that, but anyways, hi there. You may ask about it whenever you wish.
My name is Xavier, and I’m a muscular Orca furry, or anthro if you’re going on about roleplay. Orcas have quite the intelligence, much greater than a human’s, shown by their multiple languages for each family and their ability to learn like a person. If you wish, we may do some work together.
A preferred ability to use is my own strength, but I have a bit of strangeness, per se. I sound like I’m describing some erotic scene, where you’re with your girlfriend ready to get down and dirty, but I tend to twist those ends into the opposite side, because she pulls out an M1911 and tries to fire at you, but because you had your backup plan known as a MAC-11 right there, you shot her down quickly, only having a second or two of firing before the clip was empty. The girl’s now there, in her own bed… a deathbed. You were a gangster in your past life, and now it’s back with you.
Just one example of how strange I can twist things up. Though, it seems that my boss often allows me to do whatever if it keeps people happy. For example, I sometimes roleplay with those who are on break in my office or just show off my muscles and tell them good ways to gain them. The result is that people actually seem to be more productive, and a week later, a little stronger. I even host wrestling matches, but I seem to be a common winner, for now. You wanna see me lift three tons, kid? Let’s go for a look at it.
In roleplays, normally I appear out of the ocean, pulling myself off of the sandy beach because a wave crashed onto it and I was just there, and my home is in the sea, just through the waves. To get to it, the ocean must splash upon us while we’re close by, and I gave it the OK to do so. It has an actual consciousness. But I won’t talk about the interior. In fact, I’ll just talk about how it even knows how to respond. I’m the one to ask it things, that it can answer, and it could give me hands to show its response. Though it keeps this for a second or two before dropping down like it didn’t do it, considering that it doesn’t have the energy to do it all day… so I give it breaks… hey, what about you? If my height of 11 feet doesn’t intimidate you, then perhaps I found a possible friend.
Now, please. don’t be thinking I’m some furry freak who needs to burn, because I’m just some friendly neighborhood furry weightlifter, working at the HR department of my office complex. I can give you a bit of a story on that, but anyways, hi there. You may ask about it whenever you wish.
My name is Xavier, and I’m a muscular Orca furry, or anthro if you’re going on about roleplay. Orcas have quite the intelligence, much greater than a human’s, shown by their multiple languages for each family and their ability to learn like a person. If you wish, we may do some work together.
A preferred ability to use is my own strength, but I have a bit of strangeness, per se. I sound like I’m describing some erotic scene, where you’re with your girlfriend ready to get down and dirty, but I tend to twist those ends into the opposite side, because she pulls out an M1911 and tries to fire at you, but because you had your backup plan known as a MAC-11 right there, you shot her down quickly, only having a second or two of firing before the clip was empty. The girl’s now there, in her own bed… a deathbed. You were a gangster in your past life, and now it’s back with you.
Just one example of how strange I can twist things up. Though, it seems that my boss often allows me to do whatever if it keeps people happy. For example, I sometimes roleplay with those who are on break in my office or just show off my muscles and tell them good ways to gain them. The result is that people actually seem to be more productive, and a week later, a little stronger. I even host wrestling matches, but I seem to be a common winner, for now. You wanna see me lift three tons, kid? Let’s go for a look at it.
In roleplays, normally I appear out of the ocean, pulling myself off of the sandy beach because a wave crashed onto it and I was just there, and my home is in the sea, just through the waves. To get to it, the ocean must splash upon us while we’re close by, and I gave it the OK to do so. It has an actual consciousness. But I won’t talk about the interior. In fact, I’ll just talk about how it even knows how to respond. I’m the one to ask it things, that it can answer, and it could give me hands to show its response. Though it keeps this for a second or two before dropping down like it didn’t do it, considering that it doesn’t have the energy to do it all day… so I give it breaks… hey, what about you? If my height of 11 feet doesn’t intimidate you, then perhaps I found a possible friend.
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