Welcome to the World of Feila!


New to the forum? Get started by reading general information about Feila and the rules of the forum.

Need help? Send a private message to RabidFox. The staff is always willing to assist users with questions and problems. There's also a thread for how to role-play.

Don't be shy. Feel free to start posting when you're ready. We have a friendly community that is more than happy to welcome you and invite you to role-play. And don't worry about all the informational threads! You only need minimal knowledge to role-play. There's no need to do lots of reading.

Role-players wanting to write role-playing posts under five sentences, see the One Liners board.

Check out our announcement forum, The World Court, for important information about what's going on in our community.

Want to chat with other Feilans? Check out our Discord server!

The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

For non-canon Feila and non-Feila role-playing, the Twilight Zone offers a venue to experience all time and all settings. If you'd like to role-play in a time period that has no canon counterpart, or if you'd like to role-play on a world that is not Feila, then this is the place. All races are allowed, including humans.
Posts: 1092
Joined: Thu Oct 25, 2007 4:31 am
Gender: Male
Species: Coyote
Location: East Berlin, Pennsyltuckia

Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Larcen » Sat Dec 01, 2018 11:11 pm

Turnpike cocked an ear toward the back seat, but then recognized the cat's weirding way at work. He drove as he was told, and was honestly a little surprised at the directions leading them to safety. The coyote finally took the moment of stillness to resume breathing.

"Geez, you sure you ain't a wheelman?" he asked. Waiting fiften minutes and all that, sheesh, it was like he was having his mind read. "You know, babe," Turnpike started in that tone that made Spike's mane stand up, "We could lose them for good if we--"

"You're NOT stealing a car," the hyena snapped back.

"Jussayin', is all," her husband retracted, paws up, and licked his nose. They passed the time in quiet, both their ears roving for a warning sound. One listened for a car, the other for a 4.9L DOHC V8 engine. Nothing. Malcom's intuition had paid dividends again.

As the Merc crawled out of the parking garage, Turnpike kept his coyote alertness up. He then made for the docks as fast as the law would allow. He ran right up to the boat and stopped not an inch too close.

"Bail out and gather up the goods, we're taking another boat trip," he ordered, and left Malcom to pick up the winnings. He himself practically pounced onto the bridge and fired up the _Savannah Queen's_ engine while Spike worked at the moorings. In the urgency of the moment, it was all she could do to not try biting the lines in half to save time. In no time at all, they were at sea again, the hyena offering a tray of celebratory martinis to the victors. As they looked back, however, flashing blue lights were streaming down the hills toward the docks.

"Looks like we done good, lady and gentleman," Turnpike yipped in triumph. Another great job pulled.
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." --Groucho Marx

You say 'fundamentalist' like it's a bad thing. X3


Post Reply

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 1 guest