the very worst thing
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don’t have the energy for a full lore post but it’s been so long since the last one that i wanted to do something. so even though i’m still hazy on names, designs, and even genders for most of them, have some villains!
the trio up top are, from left to right: a con artist/makeup guru/very likely serial killer ‘beast tamer’, one of the children of the most reviled leader of the most reviled bandit hare caravan called The Snares who has big dreams of becoming a necromancy wielding cult leader (they are well on their way), and a mainlander lady who serves as a liaison between the gang and potential buyers of their black market wares who has very morbid interests.
The Snares get by on wrecking other hare caravans, extortion, person trafficking, ect. but most of their real money comes from moving large predator carcasses. furs, bones, feathers, you name it. if it comes from something big and dangerous you go to them to get it. They have some pretty sweet black market shipments coming from the island and actually have quite a few amazing taxidermy artists that can turn a rotting wolf into something trophy-worthy if given enough time. they even make their own creatures, grafting bits together from different animals to make one of a kind finds for their clients.
nothing is better than their foxes though.
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@Anoki asked for ghosts or gods over on patreon so…
Saint Sebastian
She kept her hand in her pocket, wrapped tight around the small canister of pepper spray as the new tenants cheerfully invited her in. The door was open just a crack when she got there, and the sight of three black clothed figures shuffling through the maze of cardboard boxes had her on edge.
They were nice though. They were nice when she’d agreed to rent the place to them so she could help her mom after the surgery, and if anything they were nicer now as they ushered her in and offered her an ice cold saucer of Dr. Pepper.
She declined.
When she asked about the box she left behind they nodded eagerly and led her into the kitchen to show her the alter on the windowsill. Her favorite handkerchief and ceramic bowl sat surrounded by offerings. Fresh catnip, salmon, feathers, kibble, balls of foil, those weird circle things that you peel off of water jug caps, all the things that Sebastian used to like. Which was fitting, because in the bowl sat Sebastian.
He was looking very good considering he had died six months ago.
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one last trip to the Diner (for now) from patreon. i forgot to post this last inktober because i couldn’t scan it at the time.
snakes know a thing or two about the holy ghost.
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the fourth tale from the Haunted Road Side Diner. fresh from patreon.
i know i spelled ‘raccoon’ wrong, but by the time i noticed it was too late. sometimes it just be like that on inktober.
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another story of the Haunted Road Side Diner from patreon.
if you’re going to hit a deer don’t slow down. put your foot on the gas and pray for the both of you.
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another story of the Haunted Road Side Diner from patreon.
i was always told that if you hit an opossum you should check the pouch for babies and get them somewhere safe.
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the most beautiful girl in the world is gone.
she disappeared for a day and we found her on the porch this afternoon, like she was sleeping. like the thunderstorm rolling in brought her home. i can’t even miss her yet. it feels like she’s just out of sight, in every room we are not.
11 years is not enough time.
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more downtrodden answers
i bet some of these people just wanted short answers but you’ll get your walls of text and by golly you’ll like it. its lore time. strap in for megafauna, contraception, and other Cool Rabbit Facts
i appreciate your dedication with all my heart, also please don’t get fired.
i started to answer your question and it Went Places…
Megafauna And The Holy City:
There aren’t any known deer that are as big as the holy city but they certainly do exist.
The holy city itself might not be a deer at all. It’s so big and it’s been dead for so long that even though the rate of decomposition is almost nonexistent, in the grand scheme of things all anyone can tell is that its a deer-like mammal. Vulture scholars have traveled the world looking for another of its kind and its body has been painstakingly mapped out over the years in the hopes that they can match it’s biology to some known creature. This is actually rather hard as some of the outer walls are obscured by the foliage lifting it from the ground and infesting its coat. Plus no one can get a good idea of what its face looks like. From above the outline of the head is relatively clear and seemingly normal but when actually in the forest what can be seen between the growing trees is oddly…abstract. Exploring the forest leads to confusing turns where you can be suddenly in front of a giant dead eye sitting like a suspended lake of color and void in the side of a ‘cliff’ but upon turning in the opposite direction and walking miles away you might run into a row of moss-coved teeth jutting from the ‘ground’. These spacial inconsistencies make getting a clear picture impossible, especially when one horn seems to be missing, there are too many eyes, and the tongue is rooted to the bottom of an impossibly deep lake where it gently floats under the still waters. From the surface you can see that it is bruised purple and forked at the end but no one really wants to go down and investigate further.
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*shakes tambourine* it’s like an hour after midnight but i was doing Stuff so here’s some very late Rabbit Lore.
a few anons, someone who’s ask got lost in the void because i accidentally deleted it, and ammodendri had questions about or pertaining to Foxglove so here are some answers. also, i’ve tweaked her design because he colors were too close to Rhubarb’s and i think i much prefer both her and Sweet Pea’s new look.
alright NOW on with the lore. keep in mind the stuff about the plague might change in the future:
In regards to her leg and the sickness, as previously stated, Foxglove was from one of the first if not the first colonies to fall to the illness long ago. Her family’s warren was paranoid and secluded; cutting itself of from the cultural revolution that was happening to most of rabbit kind and sticking to their old survivalist ways. When the plague struck at the end of a bad winter, they thought it was just some type of flu. Things became strange when the infected rabbits didn’t lose energy as their fevers rose dangerously and became infatuated with being close to other infected. When the first two were found furiously trying to dig through frozen earth with bloody hands they didn’t even try to stop them. They were ordered not to. One of the elders who had founded the warren had them executed immediately instead. The order was brought down on the other ill too and the spread of infection was stopped for the time being.
For years, this is how they dealt with what few cases sprung up, until the day a teenage girl grew ill. Her execution drew outrage from rabbits that had suffered years of having family killed for so much as a severe cold. The elders were able to calm everyone eventually but the colony was on edge. Some wanted to leave for help; some wanted to abandon the warren all together. Things got bad.
Things got worse when Foxglove fell sick. She was only 5. Her death would have torn the colony apart and her father, knowing this, told the elders of his suspicions before the medics.
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a few small haunted houses.