#wildwind

[lone-owl-s-nest]

#illustration #d pad studio #Owlboy #Otus #anniversary #owlboy 7th anniversary #digital art #artwork #my art #wildwind #oc comic #oc #ninox #miss draw this cute boi #Thank you D-Pad #ShadaWhetenhead

[loverofthewindgod]

💚WildWind💙 Incorrect Quotes

Sienna: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Fujin: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

Fujin : Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Sienna : What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Fujin : No, like, U R A Q T.

Sienna : Awwww!

Sienna : Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Fujin : The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Sienna : Stop.

Sienna : I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight.

Fujin : What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?

Sienna , already taking off their clothes: God, Fujin , you’re so fucking stupid.

Fujin: Sienna , you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Sienna , naked in Fujin's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Fujin, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Sienna : Go fuck yourself.

Fujin , smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Fujin: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Sienna : Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Sienna: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Fujin: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Sienna : Relationships should be 50/50. Fujin cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Sienna : Know why I called you in here?

Fujin: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Sienna: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

Fujin : Are we fighting or flirting?

Sienna : I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Fujin: Your point?

Fujin, throwing their head into Sienna s lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Sienna , lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

Fujin: How do I tell Sienna that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

A special thank you to @msbowser for recommending this website to me! 😄😄

Tagging: @ninibear3000, @vivilovespink, @huepazu, @krysta-cross, @theelderhazelnut, and anyone else interested!

#mortal kombat #mk oc #sienna #lord fujin #mk fujin #wildwind #incorrect quotes #had an absolute BLAST with this #loved these quotes and just had to share them with y'all #gonna do another one but with the shaolin baby bois

[teochronico]

Birthday present for my buddy of his oc Wildwind!

#warrior cats #warriors #warriors oc #wildwind #mspaint

[reveriemoon]

Augh more warrior cat drawings

Starkit and Lightningkit are part of the Prophecy and main cats of the story I made up when I was like, 10, maybe. That I don't remember any of but I love them still :]

#ocs #oc #doodles #starfall #lightningstrike #wildwind #redstar #wariocats #thatll be my tag for it ahaa

[wolfw101]

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#W101 #beatrice wildwind #wildwind #uuuuh... #wizard101

[susieq4522020]

Damaging winds through the night continued this morning so we walked down the western side of the cemetery to avoid the big trees! Jenny put the pace on and Benny followed us through! We were first at the oval and the extra Covid kilos I’ve added I reckon saved me being flown to Kansas!🤣 The plastic hot house covers used on the cricket pitch fell victim with one being wound into a long sausage and dumped! Apparently they are worth $450 each! I expected Jenny to react to them but she ignored them completely! She had more important things on her mind! She looks in both directions for any sight of her friends! At last Jessie and Harry arrive and then a bit later Hazel the Border Collie! #walkingthewhitewolf #jennymaremma #louveblanche #lupabianca #🐺❤️ #tripawd #wildwind #leprintemps #octobre #lundimatin #jessieandharry #airedaleterriers #dogsjustwannahavefun #doggyplaydate #hazel #bordercollie #runjennyrun https://www.instagram.com/p/CkWpEFHSIJW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#walkingthewhitewolf #jennymaremma #louveblanche #lupabianca #🐺❤️ #tripawd #wildwind #leprintemps #octobre #lundimatin #jessieandharry #airedaleterriers #dogsjustwannahavefun #doggyplaydate #hazel #bordercollie #runjennyrun

[wild-winds-clangen]

A group of cats walk tirelessly through the desert, led by a brave tom named DuneDrifter. Recently kicked out of their home by a group of rogues after resisting the takeover, they are weary and scared.

They reach a strange site, an old, rundown, and abandoned Twoleg town. Barely any buildings are still standing, but DuneDrifter stops the group here. "This is our new home, " he tells them. "The North Star led us here. "

Now they work to rebuild and grow, dubbing themselves the "Wild Winds Clan". DuneDrifter, now Sheriff Dune, wears abandoned Twoleg accessories to show his role as their new leader and protector.

What will they face in this wild and dangerous desert? Let's see!

Art tag is #WantedPosters

Sprite tag is #PixelKitties

Moons tag is #WildWinds

Asks tag is #DesertWhispers

#WildWinds #clangen #clan gen #clan generator #here we go! wild west kitties! this is gonna be fun :) #im regretting giving Dune a hat. it was so hard to draw ToT #not used to drawing cats so ive been referencing irl cat pics. so if theres inconsistencies thats why lol

[lintmod]

Crimson and the Resonators!

#yugioh #witch of the black forest #crimson resonator #wandering king wildwind

[wizard101stims]

Beatrice Wildwind

source: 🧚‍♀️-🍀-⛈-✨-🧚‍♀️-🍀-⛈-✨

#stim #stimboard #Wizard101 #Beatrice Wildwind #Wiz101 #Wiz101 stim #Wizard101stim #Wizard101 stim #stimming #slime #gems #jewels #cottagecore #stained glass #butterflies #glitter #dice

[lone-owl-s-nest]

"Look, Nino! What a cutie!"

Favorite childhood cartoon? Hehehe Those monkeys are still in my heart💚 What about day 15? I'll do it someday 🌚

#wildwind #my art #oc #illustration #oc challenge #october 2023 #october #day 14 #inktober #BVTOctober #shadawhetenhead #srmthfg #srmthfg otto

[loverofthewindgod]

💚WildWind💙Headcanon #15

Daughtry is one of Sienna's all time favorite bands. She got Fujin hooked immediately after 2 or 3 songs. He may or may not got a few daughtry albums and wall art in his chambers hehe. A few of their favorite songs are as listed:

"Home"

"September"

"Feels Like Tonight"

"Wild Heart"

"Battleships"

"Start of Something Good"- this song is very special to them because they feel it perfectly describes their relationship.

And the list goes on. This is seriously one badass band.

Also, please please PLEASE listen to their new song, "Artificial". I assure you, it's frikkin amazing! Your inner badass will be unleashed.

#mortal kombat #mk oc #sienna #mk fujin #lord fujin #wildwind #mk11 #chris daughtry #this band is legendary #just imagining these two rocking out at their 1st concert together ❤️ #Youtube

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Wandering King Wildwind

“If you control a Fiend Tuner with 1500 or less ATK, you can Special Summon this card (from your hand). If Summoned this way, you cannot Special Summon monsters from the Extra Deck for the rest of this turn, except Synchro Monsters. During your Main Phase, except the turn this card was sent to the GY: You can banish this card from your GY; add 1 Fiend Tuner with 1500 or less ATK from your Deck to your hand.”

#wandering king wildwind #yugioh #yu-gi-oh #yu-gi-oh cards #duel monsters

[nightly-ruse]

@spottyissleepy here y’a go some oc’s of mine-

The spotty tall cat is Birch, the short curly one is Wister, the red one is Olivestar from my first clan Gen, the top one is Heather Wildwind, and then Corvid Nightbird in his fancy attire. The first thing of birch is her newest design but the old one is my only full body ref, she’s probably my main oc with Heather and Corvid second lol

#Heather wildwind #Corvid nightbird #Birch goldenglare #Olivestar oc #Night knacks #thank you spotty!

[celemee]

11, 13, 15, 26, 30, 35, 36 & 40 for the OCs. And revenge.

Aaa, thank you! I hope it's a sweet revenge. :D

Most likely to… 11. mediate a fight?: Dorien, on the off-chance that he doesn't run away at the slightest sign of trouble.

13. not celebrate their birthday?: Ravendras. He doesn't volunteer his birthday to anyone. Part of it is vanity — he doesn't want people to know he's pushing forty — and another part of it is that he's afraid people who don't know him well will approach him for small talk on the guise of it.

15. change their personality depending on the company?: Vistorien (you haven't met her, she's Dorien's older sis). She's an officer of the law in her home city and she needs to figure out what kind of behaviour would persuade people to give her what she wants/needs. She's very good at bending her personality, also partly due to her messed up upbringing and always having to be the good girl.

26. freak out because of a minor inconvenience?: Ravendras. His stuff isn't where it's supposed to be? It's an absolute disaster in his books.

30. sing in the shower?: Kallian. She's quite musical, but would rather keep that to herself.

35. be the mom/dad friend?: I L A S T A R. The ultimate dad friend. Got a problem? Ilastar will sit you down and give you a hot drink and fatherly advice.

36. have an unhealthy lifestyle?: Ilondrel, the fuckboi. He's playing fast and loose with his life due to having lost his job and social standing...

40. break the rules?: ...and rules don't apply to him.

#ask game #oc: dorien liltith #oc: ravendras #oc: vistorien liltith #oc: kallian tabris #oc: ilastar wildwind #oc: ilondrel #oc posting #mclavellan

[abeautifulmindapeacefulsoul]

Thursday, January 12, '23

We should bask in the

suns light and quit trying to

control the wild winds.

-DMRoberts-

#wildwinds #haiku

[tribbetherium]

The Middle Temperocene: 150 million years + 1000 years post-establishment

What Measure Is A Moouk: An Army Of Almost-People

Evolution was not a straight line. It was a tree, that sprouted at a root, and branched off many times, some branches lower down the stem splitting off earlier than others, some continuing to grow and split further, others staying where they were.

None were more or less-evolved than any other. Some merely changed more, others stayed the same. On this world of unimaginable diversity, some creatures have changed little from the first pioneers released upon the world, small, scurrying rodents akin to the first forebearers. Others had changed beyond recognition, shaped by the forces of the world around, pushed by the quest to survive, not to become bigger, better, stronger or smarter, but merely to better pass on their genes, whatever worked.

And the diversity of the planet was but a mere side effect of that.

It comes as not any surprise thus, when thinking minds arose for the third time in the planet, minds capable of perception, of thought, of belief, there was no clear division between being and beast. There was a spectrum, a very blurred line, between a thinking person and a very smart animal. A hazy boundary that had much potential for darkness.

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Ashfall overlooked the gathered masses of his pack, still fresh from a crippling defeat. His forces numbered at but less than a hundred, perhaps less given the casualties. And the Thems numbered more than twice that.

Thems, united. Combined, with all their complementing strengths synchronized to devastating effect. Would they come to the valley? The valley of the Us? Would the Us be trampled should the Them come to siege in turn?

Ashfall glanced at his pack, many wounded, and still recovering.

He looked at his mate Wildwind, her shoulder wound still swollen, and at his son Darklight, whose wounded eye might never see again.

He felt a hint of regret.

He didn't see them the way he had seen Wind-Storm and Whitesmoke. But now, he didn't want them to be another Wind-Storm and Whitesmoke.

To the Thems, he was a monster.

To the Us, he was a leader. A protector.

"Not enough. Us, few." noted Goldeye, one of his higher-ranking fighters.

"Them, many. Too many!" Ashfall growled. The urgency to destroy them now, now as they were deadlier, posed more danger to his pack than ever, was never more evident. Yet how? If he attacked again now, it would be a massacre.

He had shown Them no mercy, and now the tide had turned, he did not expect any from Them.

"Us need more!" he barked in frustration. "Not enough!"

"Us need...Them." Goldeye suggested.

Ashfall's ears perked up at the suggestion. "Other Them? Make fight? For Us?"

"Them fight one another," Goldeye added.

"No. They together! Them is one now! As one!"

"Some pack, other pack, enemy?"

"Too smart now. Them...learn."

Ashfall knew that trying to sow discord in the foe was not an option.

Their ideals were strong, and as word of the coastfolk's victory spread, more and more packs began to band together.

Lies and deception were never the Outlanders' specialty. They fought with brute force.

What they needed was more brute force. More jaws, more teeth.

And it was a wild idea, perhaps even an insane one, but Ashfall and Goldeye knew where he might find what he sought.

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"They are Thems?" asked Wildwind, as Ashfall spread his word to the rest of the pack, the following morning.

"They are moouk."

Moouk was a term they reserved for a particular kind of Thems. The other Thems that looked even less like the Us. Dwelling in the forests in great numbers, preying upon the wild horn-herders that lived there.

Hideous, malformed things, snouts too long, heads too small. Vile creatures, savages, who ate their dung and and scavenged their dead and mated with their own kin.

Smarter than other beasts in their own right, yet still servants of instinct. Devoid of morals, like a wild child.

And perhaps, with a show of dominance, servants of the Us. Taught like child.

"Make moouk fight for Us? How?" asked Darklight.

"Simple things. Stupid things," Ashfall mused.

"Wild things," Dungstain cautiously chimed in.

"Exactly!" Goldeye exclaimed. "Better than other Thems."

"Smart enough...to follow. Not smart enough...to question."

Ashfall gave Dungstain a bitter aside glare.

"How? How plan them? How call them to us?" Wildwind asked.

"Fight them. Fight their strongest. Until they obey."

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The saddled baskerville occupied a very precarious place in the houndfolk's culture. For it was a not-quite-person. An almost-person. A beast that was too being to be considered beast. A being too beast to consider being.

Some could call truces with them, by learning their simple words. Yet they told no stories, pondered not the world with tales, or expressed deeper feelings.

They used tools, but did not invent or improvise, at least not to such a degree.

They solved problems, but did not imagine or speculate.

They cared for their kin, but of instinctive duty.

Like grown pups who could not learn any more.

To some tribes of the dark-ears, they could be spoken to to some extent. Yet they could not be fully accepted or trusted. They still were wild creatures, slaves to basal urges, unpredictable. They knew not right or wrong, good from evil. And it was a fact the dark-ears respected.

That their wild kin would always be wild, and left to live their lives in their own devices.

Yet Ashfall had other plans.

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The red-sun shone alone in the dim crimson sky, casting its bloody hue over the needles of the conifer trees of the southern woods. There, their pointed shapes and darkened trunks cast irregular shadows upon the forest floor, where unusual residents trod about in the cover of the sanguine dusk.

The leader of a moouk-pack had just returned from an unsuccessful hunt, concerned only with reaching his den,resting and recovering his strength from the exertion for the next hunt. He gave a momentary pause, and glanced up at the sky--not to ponder its mysteries, or to dream of tales of forces and beings unseen, but merely judge the position of the red-sun to help him find his way.

He was simple-minded and practical. Imagined thoughts would not feed him today.

He had no name, for the moouk knew not what names were. They identified themselves with simple calls of "friend" to their packmates to signify they were not a threat.

His mate greeted him at the entrance of the den.

"Food," she called.

"No food," came the reply, and she ducked back down to continue digging out the den.

That was the extent of the moouk's conversations. Brief exchanges of concrete information. Alarm calls to warn of danger, sharp barks of mothers to call their young, courtship calls to impress a potential mate. No songs speaking words, or stories of gods and spirits, or puzzles or riddles or jokes. Just a simple straightforward fact with no other meaning.

The den the pair resided in had once belonged to another moouk with pups. They had driven her out by force, and her pups as well, out alone to who knows where to brave the dangerous outside world and whose fates were unknown.

Were they cruel, or evil, for doing so? They knew not even the meaning ot the word. It was something they did, without regret. It was just what they must do, always done, to survive, and they never thought otherwise.

They were but agents of nature's neutral indifference.

They were no more cruel or wicked than flyer-beasts snatching sea-creatures from the waves, hauling them to their nests to strip them of flesh while they squirmed and struggled for breath in the dry air.

They were no more malicious than the scaly-creepers that slithered into the burrows of small digger-beasts and pumped their squealing quarry full of venom.

And to the moouk, to drive off a a rival to wander homeless and hungry, was but a natural thing to do.

Had they gotten the chance, they would even have preyed upon her pups. For the sake of reducing rivals to their own pups in the future.

They had just enough brain to anticipate those effects and what good it would do them-- but not enough to understand why that would be wrong.

They were creatures of habit, who hunted when they hungered, who courted when the time came to mate, who reared their young and gave them care, only to drive them away without further concern when the next pups came.

Agents of a cycle, that was never broken, until now.

There was movement in the distance.

A terrible howl broke the air, sending the moouk pair into alert. There were intruders in their territory!

They stood their ground, snarling, ready to attack mercilessly whatever it was that threatened them. Perhaps a rival of their own kind, or the fold-paws that too were their enemies.

But this time, it was something far beyond their simple comprehension.

Other fellow hunt-beasts, more numerous than ever before. Creatures like them, yet strange, yet wrong, with flat short faces and big bulbous heads, who made noises more complex than what the moouk could understand.

They came from all directions, rounding them up. From further away, others like them, other moouk, were rounded up, whose presence in their territory would have been unwelcome, had the big-headed invaders not been harrying them too.

They resisted, snarling, as strips of ropy hide were thrown over them, tying them in place.

What did they want?

What did they need?

The moouk did not understand. All that crossed his moderate brain was the thought of escape and retaliation.

The thought of survival.

He resisted, crying out, as he was bound by the invaders. He howled for assistance, but none came.

In the distance, his mate had fled. She paused, looked back and cried out. In a simple, primal, momentary way, she cried in grief.

But the instinct of self-preservation overrode her loyalty, and she fled, deep into the forest, where the attackers did not follow.

In days to come, she would concern herself less of his disappearance, and again more with finding food. In time she would court another again. And she would forget.

The beasts of the wild did not dwell on the past.

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Atop a small raised hill, Ashfall surveyed his pack, as they commenced their latest conquest.

Dungstain, surprisingly had joined the fray eagerly, despite his growing contempt for Ashfall. He was here but for the chance to gleefuly wreak brutality upon the hapless moouk.

"Do not kill them." Ashfall warned. "Need...alive."

Dungstain paused in momentary disappointment. At least he got to partake of the twisted joy of war, somewhat.

Around them, Outlanders ran rings around the fleeing moouk, forcing them to gather, some bringing torches, to frighten the moouk with flame.

Like the dark-ears, the Outlanders had eventually learned to make use of the inedible gut and sinew of the horn-herders they had rustled from the highbrows. Drying them in the hot sunlight, tearing them into long, thin strips, to make collars and ropes.

Yet not for their use. These were not for protection, but for control.

Some Outlanders left the woods, towing tethered moouk with them, two for each captive. Some, which struggled defiantly, others, which complied meekly, their wild spirit broken, too exhausted to resist any longer.

And aside from crafting the ropes, there was one other thing some of the Outlanders could do like the dark-ears did.

"Follow." Goldeye said, as a large male moouk was brought before him. Not in his own words...but in the simple, rudimentary tongue of the moouk, of but few vocabulary of barely a hundred "words".

Simple, infantile words like "follow, stay, leave, friend, fight, run, food."

"Leave!" the moouk cried in retaliation.

In response, Goldeye pounced on the captive, restrained by rope by two other Outlanders. He sank his teeth into the moouk's shoulder, who cried out in pain.

"Follow!" He demanded again, through bloodstained lips.

"Leave," was again the reply.

Thus came another painful bite.

And another, and another, each time the moouk resisted. Each time he defied.

Until, even in his primitive brain, he made the connection.

"FOLLOW!" roared Goldeye.

There was a pause.

"...f-follow..." the moouk whimpered at last, knowing it was the only way for the pain to stop.

Goldeye pinned the captive's head to the floor with his forepaw, in a display of dominance, and sprayed him, as one would spray a tree to mark ownership, branding him with their scent.

He belonged to them now.

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The moouk were plentiful, for they lived wild, and bred often. When they came in heat, they would mate without a second thought. Every two seasons they came to heat and bore a litter in the spring and in the fall, bigger than those of the houndfolk, four to six apiece.

A failsafe. Because many did not survive.

But if made to survive, beyond the wills of nature, there could be many of them.

Born into a world where they will never know freedom.

Goldeye and Ashfall watched, as some of the Outlanders came forth from the woods, carrying moouk-pups by the scruffs of their necks. It had been their breeding season.

"Young ones. Easy to teach." Goldeye remarked.

"Teach fight. For war." Ashfall responded.

Taught to know that to obey would be in their best interest.

Taught since puphood to feel helpless against their masters.

Their owners.

Ashfall did not want any more of his pack, of his Us, to fall against the Them. No more Wind-Storms, or Whitesmokes, to befell them.

But these nameless beasts were not Us.

They were Thems, the lowest kind of Thems, and they were many.

They could die, and he would not care.

They could fall in place of his people, and there would be many more.

The Outlanders, though vicious, valued their own, their fellow people.

These were not their own.

These were not people.

They were moouk.

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#speculative evolution #speculative biology #spec evo #speculative zoology #hamster's paradise #the calliducyon saga