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[a-beneficial-union]

Tail go whippy!

[nerdragenewvegas]

An excerpt from a post Legion ending New Vegas fic I've been writing on and off for like a year and have never published on Ao3 because it mostly revolves around the Courier's kid meeting Boone's kid and they're on the opposite sides of a rebellion and i don't think ao3 readers would fuck with that blah blah

Edit: I'm calling it Sanguinis Coagula and I have a tag for it now.

idk if this has meat to it but you guys can read it if you want and tell me. this is from the first chapter which is all about introducing the Courier's kid (Julia) but the second chapter is all about introducing Boone's son so idk man. This is experimental, please be kind.

context that is given later but im not posting the whole thing here: post legion ending, courier and boone travelled together before the courier bailed and ended up with the legion, NCR has retreated back to California. It's been like 20 years and the NCR and Legion have signed a non-aggression pact at some point but tbh it's a lot more like a cold war. there's a ballet revival happening and it's become kind of like a culture-arms-race between the Legion and NCR. Postwar Courier x postwar Vulpes mentioned but it's not the focus. CW: typical legion misogyny that the POV character has been raised in and kinda believes as a result I guess, mentions of teenagers getting married from 16 and up

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Sanguinis Coagula - I

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“Well, I must say; these summer fashions, en Greek or not, are a vision on young Julia.”

Julia almost fails to catch her own name when it’s spoken, her fingers absentmindedly scratching away at the stone surface of the balcony that overlooks the Flagstaff vista, her attention focused on the workmen cleaning and polishing the great glass dome on top of the library. There’s a wing in the library named after her mother. Julia hates going there. It echoes and the floors are cold and unwelcoming, unmoving, sterile. 

The name of one of the wings isn’t the only thing it has in common with her mother, she supposes.

However, she recognizes the voice, and it catches her curiosity enough to bring her back into the moment, dragging her consciousness all but kicking and screaming back to one of her mother’s salons — a room full of old, married women, going on and on and on about the most boring topics; books and philosophy and literature and politics.

Well, they’re all married except for the woman who just brought her up in conversation. She, by rights, shouldn’t even be here. But who is Julia’s mother to shy away from scandal? Not like Julia’s already pushing spinsterhood or anything, why not sully the Inculta name further?

“Julia,” her mother says in a tone that’s gentle on the surface but ice cold the second you hold it long enough to feel it, a cup of tea in her hands as she smiles at her from the lounges where the rest of the salon sit around. “Flavia has paid you a compliment, did you not hear?”

It’s a warning. Behave. Do not embarrass me in good company.

As if being on the cusp of eighteen and unmarried isn’t embarrassing enough. As if being forced to sit around in a salon and make pleasantries with a concubine isn’t downright humiliation. Julia wonders if her father knows about this. Of course he does. Her father knows everything. Part of his job is to know everything that might effect Caesar, so there’s no way he doesn’t know that Caesar’s favorite concubine is currently sitting in his home with his wife and daughter, drinking tea with the other wives as though she has any right to. 

For him to allow such a thing — it surely must be political. Julia wonders what her father’s play is, in that case. How much closer to Caesar could the Inculta family possibly be?

Julia sits upright, offering the most genuine smile she can, one that’s just a little apologetic. “Thank you, Flavia,” she says, bowing her head ever so much — enough that it pleases Flavia and her mother, but not so much that the other wives in the room think Julia ready to humble herself before a concubine. “That’s most kind of you to say.”

Her mother speaks again, her lips only inches from her cup. “I must say, I wasn’t a fan of them myself — what, with how they conflict with Praxis Romana and everything… but I’ll admit,” she says with a smirk, “it’s grown on me. And besides, even the word ‘Praxis’ comes from ancient Greek. What’s wrong with the youth borrowing a little of their fashion, too?” 

There’s some soft laughter and chatter of agreement in the room as her mother sips smugly at her tea, giving Flavia a knowing look that she soon shares with her daughter, although Julia does not return it. She hears a woman nodding and audibly agreeing with her mother as though the woman wasn’t just arguing that the ‘new style’ of ‘Grecian’ fashion was ‘immoral.’ If it were up to half of the women in this room, everyone would still be wearing those thick and almost shapeless stola they’ve all been wearing since before New Rome was founded. At least the toga lets them breathe a little, especially in the Flagstaff heat. 

But her mother has influence. Her father, does, too. So does her brother, Catullus — and Julia can assume that his wife will be influential, too, once Catullus is named a Legate (which is only a matter of time.) Julia had influence. Once. Back before she and her friends started turning sixteen. Before she watched all her friends get betrothed and married, one by one, until it was just Julia left. Sixteen and unmarried. Seventeen and unmarried. Soon to be eighteen and unmarried. Maybe she could have had influence if she’d been allowed to marry one of the seemingly hundreds of men who’d come calling to seek permission for her hand, if her father hadn’t turned every single one away, not even entertaining them, not even hearing them out. But no, she will be a spinster. What man will want her now? Most of the good ones are already married…

What she can’t understand is why, though. Her father is so vocal so often about the importance of women, how they’re the heart of the Legion, how important a good wife is to a glorious Senator or a heroic Legate, or even just the loyalest of Praetorians. Julia has spent her whole life knowing what’s expected of her, how her life is meant to be; obey your father’s word, follow your mother’s example, dance in the Ballet until you marry, be the perfect wife and mother, uphold your legacy through your blood, nurture the strongest of tomorrow’s Legionaries. And yet, he refuses to let her marry. 

Or at least that’s how it looks. The only person in the world who has more influence on her father than Caesar himself is her mother. She knows the stories about her mother, about what a hero she was during the war, and she knows that her father is still deeply in love with her in a way that allows her mother to wield her wiles in ways other good women would not dare. Julia’s mother has always been vocal about her opposition to her marrying young, so stuck in her ways from her profligate life. Julia honestly thinks her mother’s dogmatism when it comes to the old ways borders on treason, but for whatever reason, her father listens. And so he refuses her callers. And his word is law until he finally permits her a husband.

“You must forgive my daughter,” her mother says quietly to Flavia amongst the chatter. “She’s been busy with her dancing, and around this age they’re so irritable when they’re tired.”

“Mmm, yes,” Flavia half-laughs, giving Julia a knowing look. She knows how busy Julia’s been dancing. Of course she knows. Flavia’s the patron of the damned thing. “Will you be leaving for tour soon?”

“Two weeks, although Vulpes mentioned he would like to leave sooner should his Senate schedule permit.”

“I see…” Flavia’s voice lowers, the other women chatting eagerly behind them, still on the subject of Grecian fashion. “I’m glad to hear that. I’d worried that you’d stay behind… you know…” she pauses. “With it being in New Rome?”

This pique’s Julia’s interest, and although she slouches back into her seat, she watches her mother and the Concubine carefully. “Oh, that?” Her mother says with a smile and shake of her head. It’d be a scoff if the coins that hung from her earlobes didn’t jingle so loudly. “Flavia, darling, that was all so long ago it feels like another life now!”

“And you’re not worried?” She asks. “I’ve heard that the Profligates took Novac.”

Julia sees a hint of something in her mother’s eyes, and it’s so subtle and quick that she’s positive she only noticed it because it’s her mother. However, it’s gone in a flash, her mother setting down her cup and smiling serenely. “Caesar would not have invited us to take such a tour New Rome if he worried it was dangerous. Besides,” she says, reaching out and resting a hand over Flavia’s. For anyone else, this may be a kind gesture at most. But Flavia is a concubine, and Julia’s mother is the wife of a Senator. “My husband is the mighty Vulpes Inculta, and my son is Catullus Inculta, who’ll be named a legate before we’ve even stepped foot in New Rome. Anyone who’d dare lay hands on myself or my daughter surely has a death wish. …Although,” she pauses, “with her attitude lately, she might just murder any would-be assassins herself.”

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Try as she may to better herself in preparation for her husband (if that day even comes to pass — which is increasingly unlikely as time moves on,) there are some unseemly habits that Julia has struggled to drop. 

She struggles, at times, to not curse to herself under her breath. Not that she’d dare ever speak that way in company, of course. But when she’s alone and struggling to arrange her hair properly, or when a pair of shoes simply refuse to soften before a rehearsal? The words may slip out under her breath. A habit caught from her mother and her profligate upbringing, no doubt.

There are times where she catches herself rolling her eyes when out of view, which isn’t a problem in itself as to do it alone is to do it without hurting anyone. But is it good for her soul? No. It’s not how a good woman should operate. Yet another habit she’s sure she learned from her mother — although more due to conditioning than anything, something that comes from years of rolling her eyes because of her mother’s frustrating ways. She’s never rolled her eyes because of her father. She’s never needed to.

The most harmful of her bad habits, however, is eavesdropping. This is a habit she is keenly aware comes from her father — who, through all kinds of thwarted attempts at rebellion growing up, she has  learned is a true master at it. Ironic, given that he’s one of the people Julia finds herself eavesdropping on from the next room.

“How were things?” Her mother asks, having just greeted her father on his return from another day in the Senate. More than twenty years and two children later and she still greets him in the atrium every day. If her mother has ever felt a shred of resentment towards him (as many a vocal profligate from the NCR has claimed she must, unable to reconcile that her Mother’s defection to Caesar’s Legion was of her own choice,) she’s never shown it. 

“Unremarkable,” he responds. “Mostly administrative matters today.” He sounds disinterested, which is unusual for him. Her father lives for his work, and even when he’s unable to be specific about the happenings of the Senate with her mother, Julia can’t say she’s ever heard him become dismissive of it. “Did she come?” He asks. A pause — perhaps a non-verbal response from her mother. “And?”

“It went well,” her mother says. “She had a good time.” Julia raises an eyebrow as she hears this, stopping mid page-turn of the book she’s pretending to read. Are they talking about her? Why does it matter if Julia had a good time or not? It’s never mattered before. If it did, her mother wouldn’t make her go to those things.

“She was made to feel welcome, then?” he asks. 

“I mean, the others weren’t about to give her a hug and a kiss or anything,” she clarifies, “but I made a show of treating her like an old friend and they fell in line pretty quickly.” Julia frowns, taking a quick mental inventory of everyone who attended the salon. The answer comes quickly: Flavia, the concubine. So, her father has some kind of investment in Flavia being there, despite the scandal? Interesting.

“And our proposal?” he asks. 

“Enthusiastic,” her mother replies. “She said she’ll write to Caesar in support of it tonight, but,” she adds, “she’s off to New Rome herself in a few days. Should arrive way before we do—“

“And she’ll have his ear in person?” he finishes.

Her mother hums in the affirmative. “She was excited, too. Already making plans for it. Think she’s a bit of an empty-nester, honestly.” 

“That doesn’t surprise me,” her father admits, “especially if the speculation that she’s barren is true.”

“Oh, trust me — it is.” Her mother suddenly laughs to herself a little. “You owe me a reward for pulling this off.”

Her mother squeals a little, the sound of her metal adornments jingling, and Julia rolls her eyes knowing that this means her father has likely pulled her into an embrace. If the senate saw how the ‘almighty Vulpes Inculta’ turned into a lovesick teenager around her mother when out of the public eye, the damage to his image would be irreparable — even if making him feel like that is, unfortunately, her mother’s duty as a wife. “You ask for a reward as though I have ever dared to make you want for anything.” Julia can hear the smile in his voice.

“I mean it!” her mother laughs, a full laugh this time, genuinely delighted as the audible smacking of lips can be heard — a kiss. Ew. “Julia was in a mood today and it’s a miracle that Flavia didn’t think I was trying to slight her.”

Julia frowns. What? What does this have to do with her? 

“Have you discussed it with her yet?” He asks. 

“No.” Her mother sighs, the lightness vanishing from her voice. “I thought it best for you to.”

There’s another pause. “Has she said something to indicate that she might be—”

“No,” her mother interrupts. “But you know how she’s been when it comes to this kind of thing. She’ll have questions, and as the head of the house of Inculta…”

Her father sighs, but it doesn’t sound like one of frustration or dread. He’s relenting — agreeing. “You’re correct,” he admits.

“Besides — this whole thing was your idea,” her mother adds. “And I don’t think she’ll be upset. Opposite, actually. You know how long she’s wanted this.” Another smacking of lips. Foul. “It should be your moment.” There’s another pause. “I’ll be getting Catullus’ room ready,” she says. “His men sent a scout this morning. Should be here by late afternoon tomorrow.”

Julia listens to her mother’s adornments jingle as she seemingly walks away, the sound fading more and more until they can barely be heard over the sound of the her father’s footsteps as he approaches the open courtyard where Julia lounges in the shade, pretending to be deep in her book instead of eavesdropping. 

He pauses for a moment when he sees her, smiling with what almost looks like pride as she glances up at him from her book. “I must say — this studious turn of yours is very becoming,” he remarks. “Most fathers have to beg Mars to grant them with a daughter who prefers books over circuses.” 

She eyes him as he sits beside her. From anyone else, this could be an insult, of course. But her father… well, he’s never actually resented her interests, even when she was asking for coin every second day so she could go to the circus with her friends. “I have no one to go with anymore,” she sighs, unable to swallow her bitterness regardless of her father’s good intentions.

“No one?” he asks with a frown. “What about Scipio’s daughter?” he asks. “With the red hair? You used to go out to see that Gladiator—“

“Tauria,” she answers.

“Yes, Tauria,” he recalls. “That was her name.”

“Married in the Fall,” Julia explains, albeit a little bluntly. “Husband took her back to Denver.” 

“Ah.” He takes a second, nodding to himself. “Well… what about Clodia?” He asks. “From the ballet?”

She sighs, turning the page in her book even though she’s clearly not really reading it. “Married.”

“Well, there’s no reason that a married woman can’t visit the circus with a friend if—“

“Delivered a son a few months ago,” Julia interrupts.

Her father nods, pursing his lips. “Ah. I see.”

A silence falls over the two along with the cool, late afternoon breeze. Julia considers giving her father some reprieve, going easy on him, changing the subject herself or trying to lighten things up — she is, after all, being a little harsh on him. He probably means her no ill will. Usually, she saves this kind of icy demeanor for her mother, who never seems to know how to talk to her. Her father, on the other hand, seems to understand Julia entirely. 

They get along well. He treats her with respect and speaks to her like an adult, like an intellectual equal — even though she can’t be an actual intellectual equal because she’s never had to deal with things like war, or the senate, or negotiations and never will. It’s an inherent truth, but it’s one her father has never seemed to acknowledge. Her mother is often touted as an exception, as an anomaly, an unusually intelligent woman (which is why she stood out to Caesar in the first place.) Julia often wonders if this has had any influence on her father. It’s a ‘chicken or egg’ situation, really: did her mother’s exceptional intelligence grow on her father and lead him to have an affinity for unusually smart women? Or was that exceptional intelligence what led her father to find her mother attractive in the first place? 

There’s no denying, though, that he’s always wanted Julia to be as educated and learned as can be possible for a woman. She’s never been able to work out why, though. It’s not as though being especially smart or educated is taken into account when making a match — if anything, most seeking wives for their sons find too much of an education to be a turn-off, a sign of a woman who might consider herself superior, or who might become distracted and forget the importance of a wife’s role within the Legion. (And, if she’s to be honest? Most men hate it when they feel dumber than a woman.) 

But, at the same time, Julia is the daughter of Vulpes Inculta ,the greatest of Caesar’s frumentarii, and Sabina Inculta, the champion of Caesar’s settlement of New Rome, two people who have been minted on coins and had songs written about them because of their intelligence. Her older brother, Catullus Inculta, is renowned for his gift for strategy and his cunning, a Centurion at nineteen and predicted to be named a Legate within the year. So, there is, most likely, an expectation that Julia Inculta will also be something of an exceptional intellect — a woman who will pass that down to exceptionally intelligent sons. 

“How much did you hear?” her father asks, Julia’s breath freezing inside her chest in response. She considers playing coy, maybe even outright denying it — but there’s little point to that. Rarely in her life has she ever been able to get a lie past her father. He knows her too well… not to mention that he’s the Vulpes Inculta, after all, a man who helped take the Mojave for Caesar using espionage.

“Pretty much everything,” she admits, lowering her book down on to her lap, giving up on the performance of pretending to read it. “Although some context would be preferable.”

He takes a long, drawn breath and nods. “You are aware of Legatus Lanius?” He asks. Julia nods. It’s a rhetorical ask, a set up for what he’s about to tell her. Of course she knows of the Legate Lanius. He’s the Legate that took the Mojave during the battle of Hoover Dam. He was Caesar’s sword. When her mother was kidnapped and held prisoner by the NCR, it was the Legate who rescued her using her father’s gathered intelligence and planning. She’d even met him a few times before his death, although Julia was young at the time and can’t remember it too clearly. “And, of course, you know Brutus.”

“Brutus?” She asks. “I haven’t seen him in years, though. Not since Catullus left for training.” Brutus is the only son of Lanius. His only legitimate son, anyway, born to a wife that Lanius only took out of political need — if longstanding rumor is to be believed. Result of a political union or not, though, Brutus is still his father’s son, and he was named a Legate not even a few months ago. His mother had died delivering his sister, and Lanius had dropped dead after complaining of a headache a few years later, so in gratitude for his father’s service, Caesar himself took him in. 

It was an adoption in all but legal terms, and the close proximity to Caesar meant it was only a matter of time before Julia’s father was doing all in his power to foster a childhood friendship between Brutus and Catullus. Brutus would stay at with them in their villa for long stretches while Caesar toured or saw to campaigns or just didn’t want a child in the palace, and Brutus and Catullus became best friends. Still are to this day. And when Catullus is eventually elevated to a legate? Mars help whoever the Legion may march on next. Between her brother’s wit and Brutus’ reputation for carrying on his father’s command of combat? There’ll be no limit to the Legion’s expansion if that’s what Caesar wishes. 

“Yes, he’s been quite busy with the spats on the New Mexico border, as has your brother,” he concedes. “However, he’ll be in New Rome for the Lupercalia celebrations, which our tour will also take us to.” Julia raises an eyebrow, unsure where her father is going with this as he continues. “I have written to Caesar and proposed that, should he find it agreeable, you and Brutus be married.”

[walterjenkel]

©photography by Walter Jenkel 2024 🎩🦊 Iberian Red fox (Vulpes vulpes silacea) WALTERJENKEL @WalterJenkel walter_jenkel

“El amor nos hace creer en Dios, en quien esperamos, y de quien esperamos la vida futura; el amor nos hace creer en lo que el ensueño de la esperanza nos crea.” “Love makes us believe in God, in whom we hope, and from whom we hope for the future life; love makes us believe in what the dream of hope creates for us.” — Miguel de Unamuno 🪶

[sailorsunshine]

As I’ve played more and more fnv I’m sort of in shock at how effective it is at setting up its world and characters in a way that really respects the player’s time and intelligence.

Like you wake up in Goodsprings, and encounter, almost instantly, the powder gangers. You learn who they are and how they affect the people of the town, which ultimately gives you a baseline example of the woes that plague the Mojave as a whole (gangs, general lawlessness, drugs, caps, etc).

Then as most players make their way south, you come across Primm- completely overrun by the same gang. However, this time the NCR is there as well, fending them off exactly as well as any other military of a trembling bureaucracy would: like shit. If the powder gangers serve as the stand in for conflict in the Mojave, you can infer pretty quickly who the NCR are, how they operate, and what their values are: They are generally incompetent, full of red tape, self serving, and, at best, spread far too thin.

But then, following the road southeast, you make your way to Nipton. And there you see how the Legion deals with the powder gangers. The same gang you (presumably) fought twice already, now literally crucified, killed, maimed, and tortured en mass. If it wasn’t clear from the visuals, or talking to the 2 (two) surviving gangers already, Vulpes will make sure to tell you, in no uncertain terms, EXACTLY how the Legion deals with conflict in the Mojave: scorched earth methods, fear tactics, extremely violent, and sadistically prideful.

Like I’m sure this is Video Games 101 and I’m SURE someone has talked about this before in better detail and more eloquently than I, but the fact that, even if you choose not to ask a single person in Goodsprings about their opinions on either the NCR or the Legion, the game gives you the perfect amount of set up and diegetic storytelling to show you who these two large forces are, allowing you to witness their impact on the Mojave and react accordingly.

Idk man i could go on about this fucking game all day but I keep coming back to those first impressions and being sort of taken aback by how instantly hooked and believable I found the world.

[earwig5]

je joue new vegas en français pour la 1er fois et LE SEUL personnage qui a un doublage assez passable/similaire à l'original est fucking vulpes inculta

[macarraqui]

La caja de los ritmos de Carlos Tena

Ayer se estrenó en la Cineteca de Matadero, en el barrio madrileño de Legazpi, el documental de la serie Imprescindibles sobre el periodista y crítico musical Carlos Tena (1943-2023). El reportaje está fantásticamente realizado y recupera muchas imágenes de archivo, además de ofrecer un recorrido musical y periodístico muy preciso sobre su figura, centrándose especialmente en su paso por televisión (Popgrama, Caja de ritmos, Música maestro, Auanbabulubabalambambú).

Se destaca el episodio de censura y la querella criminal que sufrió Carlos Tena tras la emisión en su programa de la actuación del grupo femenino de punk Las Vulpes y su archiconocido Me gusta ser una zorra (versión libre de I Wanna Be Your Dog, de The Stooges).

El documental podrá verse también en abierto en Televisión Española, dentro del programa Imprescindibles de La 2, en un par de semanas.

[stampcamp]

Hokkaido Red Fox (Vulpes vulpes schrencki) (2015)

https://colnect.com/en/stamps/stamp/552488-Hokkaido_Red_Fox_Vulpes_vulpes_schrencki-Fauna_Flora_and_National_Parks_Defnitives_2014-2023-Japan

[vanessasisomonter]

OTOÑO 2024 -Manualidades divertidas inspiradas en el zorro común

27 de septiembre 2024 - termina la semana y en el blog terminan las entradas de otoño, con el zorro como protagonista de numerosas manualidades con diferentes materiales.A partir del lunes, comienza el "Especial Halloween", no te lo pierdas!! Feliz fin de

El zorro común o zorro rojo (Vulpes vulpes) es una especie de mamífero muy conocida, de la familia de los cánidos, de distribución holártica, aunque también fue introducido en Australia en el siglo XIX. Es un animal silencioso y muy cauteloso, que caza sobre todo por la noche. La dispersión de los jóvenes zorros tiene lugar a finales de verano o principios de otoño. Los machos se dispersan en…

[agendaculturaldelima]

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[a-beneficial-union]

Thump, thump, thump, thu-

The stretchy midlength (the sweep) is there to absorb shock and connect the Tell to the main body.

[frandurillo-blog]

Subraya los determinantes

El zorro ártico o zorro polar (Vulpes lagopus) es un animal increíblemente fuerte, capaz de sobrevivir a los -50 ºC, en las tierras desarboladas donde habita. Tiene unas patas peludas, unas orejas cortas y un hocico chato. Los zorros árticos viven en madrigueras y evitan el azote de las fuertes nevadas refugiándose en los túneles que cavan en la nieve. El zorro ártico luce un hermoso pelaje…

[drowningssv]

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠkang yeosang as myoui rémi. ❍ 2000年 6月 15日, géminis. (23) ❍ franco-japonés. ❍ profesor de artes. ❍ alfa dominante. ❍ bisexual. vers. ❍ non-binary (he/they) ❍ soltero.

aspecto físico: mide 1.73 m, tiene una masa de 56 kg, de contextura algo delgada, sus rasgos delicados y andróginos suelen confundir al resto al punto de pensar que es un omega fingiendo ser un alfa, aunque últimamente ha ganado algo de músculo en sus bíceps. posee una marca de nacimiento en su mejilla izquierda, su cabello originalmente es rubio, pero suele tinturarlo por distintos motivos. ojos de color miel, que a veces cambian de tonalidad dependiendo de su estado de ánimo y conexión con su animal, en su forma de zorro mide unos 21 cm de alto, 38 de longitud (más su cola de 25 cm) y orejas de 15 cm, ágil y de aspecto adorable. generalmente viste bien, con estilo dark academia, pero cuando está en casa o en su estudio pintando, usa algo más ligero o hasta viejo por las manchas de pintura. personalidad: tiende a ser tímido al conocer personas nuevas, se cohíbe con mucha facilidad, aún si tiene confianza con esa persona, tiende a cubrir su rostro cada vez que ríe. dice siempre las verdades a la cara, aún si son demasiado duras, prefiere eso a hablar a las espaldas, todo es con respeto. también suele ser algo torpe, condescendiente y a priorizar el bien ajeno al propio. actualmente está más deprimido y cerrado a involucrarse demasiado otra vez, su ex pareja dejó muchos traumas que ni él sabe que le provocó. suele abrumarse cuando hay mucha gente a su alrededor.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ◌ ⋆ ໒⠀⠀𝐜𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌⠀ೀ

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑖.⠀⠀⠀⠀Su aroma es de almizcle con unos toques de jazmín.

⠀⠀⠀ 𝑖𝑖.⠀⠀⠀⠀Es hijo único, por lo que es constantemente rechazado por la familia de su padre al no haberse presentado como alfa y verse demasiado delicado.

⠀⠀ 𝑖𝑖𝑖.⠀⠀ ⠀ Es padre soltero. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ 𝑖𝑣.⠀⠀ ⠀ Su nombre tiene significados tanto en francés como en japonés.

⠀⠀ 𝑣.⠀⠀ ⠀ Siempre fue criticado tanto por su apariencia como por su naturaleza animal.

⠀⠀ 𝑣𝑖.⠀⠀ ⠀ Es francés por lado de su madre, ella y su padre se conocieron en Japón en una de sus exposiciones, fue el destino.

⠀⠀ 𝑣𝑖𝑖.⠀⠀ ⠀ Su más grande sueño es /algún día/ ser reconocido.

⠀⠀ 𝑣𝑖𝑖𝑖.⠀⠀ ⠀Su mamá en realidad es hombre, pero porque él lo dió a luz, se refiere así a él, es algo que le enseñaron de pequeño.

⠀⠀ 𝑖𝑥.⠀⠀ ⠀ Tiene cierto rechazo a los omegas, algo que adquirió después de la ruptura de su lazo a causa de un omega.

⠀⠀ 𝑥.⠀⠀ ⠀ Su madre es kappa y su padre un alfa dominante.

⠀⠀⠀ ᅟ ⠀⠀⠀ ˖ ࣪✶ . 𝑎𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅⠀⠀ ⠀ ⸺⸺⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝔣𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼 𝔣𝗈𝗑. ⊰⊹

(Vulpes zerda) — Su nombre hace referencia a su condición de zorro desértico, sin embargo, algunos especialistas sugieren que también tiene significado propio, pudiéndose traducir como "zorro astuto"

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ◌ ⋆ ໒⠀⠀ℎ𝗂𝗌 𝔰𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒⠀ೀ

tw: mención de infidelidad, golpes, infanticidio, palabras fuertes, si eres muy sensible, abstente de leer !

Nació en Japón, su madre después de conocer a su padre decidió quedarse y dejar todo atrás. Creció en una familia llena de amor y respeto, amaba a sus padres y ellos a él, incluso le apoyaron en su decisión de estudiar artes y luego sacar el grado de docente, aún si el resto de familia estaba en contra y existía este prejuicio hacia los zorros en general por su naturaleza.

El primer año fue el más difícil, recibiendo comentarios acerca de su apariencia andrógina, raíces y demás, pero nunca se rindió, llegando a ser elogiado por profesores y otros artistas del país. Al segundo año, tenía ya su grupo de amigos formado, y entre ellos, su pareja; un precioso omega zorro que había conocido en una de sus idas a museos y que casualmente iban en la misma universidad, pero distintas facultades, y si bien estaba feliz por encontrar a su pareja destinada, su madre insistía en que no se guiara por el destino. Discutieron tanto al punto de que se terminó yendo de casa a vivir con su omega.

Ahí comenzaría su perdición.

Llevaba ya tres años con su pareja, y estaba seguro que serían más, ya que estaban enlazados y con un hermoso bebé de apenas unos seis meses, y al ser destinados, estaba seguro de su amor y su lealtad a su omega era inquebrantable, aún si este a veces desmeritaba su trabajo o juzgaba su apariencia.

Ese día tenía una entrevista de trabajo en una escuela de arte prestigiosa, por lo que tuvo que cancelar la reunión que tenía junto a sus amigos y pareja en su hogar, puesto que no tenía la confianza suficiente en una niñera que cuidara a su hijo, se habían despedido de beso antes de irse, por algún extraño motivo se sentía inquieto, lo atribuyó a la entrevista e intentó relajarse, todo iba a salir bien.

Para su suerte (o no) salió más rápido de lo que esperó, por lo que mandó un mensaje a su omega y regresó a casa, mas en el camino sintió un horrible dolor en su pecho, sintiendo cómo algo se quebrara en su interior, ¿qué demonios estaba sucediendo?

Rápidamente llegó a su hogar siendo recibido por lloriqueos de su bebé y un aroma extraño, feromonas mezcladas; supo de inmediato que algo andaba mal.

Apenas sube las escaleras, sintiendo el dolor punzante, su corazón se termina de romper al entrar a su cuarto y ver como su precioso omega estaba acurrucado a otro alfa en su cama y con una mordida fresca en su cuello, evidenciando lo que había sucedido en esas cuatro paredes.

— Kaoru, qué...

La rabia le invade aún si su cuerpo está débil, acercándose a ambos cuerpos para quitar a ese desconocido lejos de su omega, mas es detenido por el último mencionado, mismo que le da una cachetada a Rémi.

— ¡NO TE ATREVAS A TOCARLO!

Gritó con rabia su... ¿siquiera era su omega?, no podía creerlo

Se sentía horrible.

— ¿Por qué...? ¿¡POR QUÉ ME HICISTE ESTO!?

Reclama, conteniendo sus lágrimas.

— Porque lo amo, ¿o acaso creíste que me quedaría contigo por la estupidez de ser destinados?

Se quedó en silencio, ese fue un golpe bajo.

— ¿Pero que hay de nuestros planes? el cachorro-

— Puedes quedártelo, ¿por qué querría un mocoso que no es mío? de lo contrario, lo mataré.

Respondió esta vez ese intento de alfa, Kaoru asintiendo, dándole la razón.

— ¿Desde cuándo?

Realmente esperaba que dijera que apenas semanas, meses, pero la verdad es que su respuesta lo terminó de romper: Un año.

El mundo se le vino abajo, estuvo viviendo en una completa mentira y se permitió llorar, rogándole que no lo dejara, que buscaría otro empleo, pero sólo recibió una mirada de repulsión por parte del omega y un golpe del alfa.

La nueva pareja se fue, dejándolo solo. Lloró un buen rato hasta que escuchó el llanto de su hijo y fue a verlo, dándole una sonrisa rota.

— Ahora seremos tú y yo contra el mundo, eh...

Susurra, acariciando su mejilla y luego tomar su teléfono con su mano libre, marcando a su madre.

— Hola, mamá... Mhn, Kaoru me dejó, yo-

Escuchó la suave voz de su progenitor, tratando de calmarle y diciéndole que vaya a un departamento que había comprado a su nombre, que él mismo iría a buscarlo para trasladar lo necesario.

Esa misma noche, se llevó a cabo la mudanza exprés, llevando las cosas del cachorro y sus materiales de pintura, además de algunos libros y ropa.

La vida y el destino podían ser muy crueles, pero su cachorro lo ayudaría a sobrellevarlo.

[odkrycia-nauce-i-foldery-online]

Temat postu: Lis piżmowy z górzystych, środkowych Chin

Les espèces de mammifères disponibles sur les marchés

Les mammifères sont les animaux qui apparaissent dans les pires conditions sur les différents marchés. Les espèces disponibles varient beaucoup mais semblent se concentrer sur la Chine centrale. Les effets de ce genre de captures aggressives sur des espèces comme le panda géant sont inconnues mais donneraient lieu à une étude intéressante. L'élevage en captivité d'une certain nombre de ces esèces est apparement effectuée, même si on peut aussi voir des blessures de pièges dans les photos qui suivent.

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<i>We know that this animal from photo was wild canid come from somewhere in China, Myanmar, Vietnam or Laos. I remember that from this profil - "fox" is similar to Nyctereutes procyonoides but this is only effect optical. This is really bad photo, from this formulation it appear how raccoon dog but this is not this (.....) Now, I'm totally sure that this animal is really more relatives to Vulpes than to Nyctereutes. I first thought that raccoon dog might ancestor this "fox", because is one of most primitive canid in the world. But now I totally persuaded myself that is more related to foxes from Vulpes genus. This probably represent new primitive or inversely - totally modern genus in tribe Foxes (Vulpini) and perhaps far related with red fox (Vulpes vulpes), corsac fox (Vulpes corsac) and arctic fox (Alopex lagopus), but this is not some that species, but it really represent new species."

Zastanawiam się nad niezwykłym psowatym z marketu z Guangzhou. W internecie obecnie prócz nielicznych znalezisk, to zwierzę może być gatunkiem nieznanym. Jak na razie nikt nie zwrócił na niego uwagi. Wydaje mi się, że zwierzę może mieć jakieś powiązania z plemieniem Canini. Do którego należy cyjon. Nie wykluczam jednak teorii jakoby zwierzę to należało do grupy lisów. Można to wytłumaczyć tylko w jeden sposób. Odszukać populację tego zwierzęcia. Hodgson w XIX wieku opisał jakiegoś cyjonowatego psa bez ogona. Szybko zwierzę zostało zdjęte z naukowej nomenklatury. Padła z mojej strony teoria, że bezogoniasty według nauki cyjon jest tym zwierzem z klatki. Nieeee, to tylko mojej przemyślenia. Podobno owy zwierz, był zwykłym cyjonem <i>Cuon alpinus lepturus</i>, który w jakiś sposób został pozbawiony ogona. Zwierzę z Guangzhou jest czymś nowym. Czym?? Napewno nie jest jenotem, lisem tybetańskim, ani <i>Canis lupus familiaris</i>

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NanBeiDaXia

A mógłbyś dokładniej podać źródła? Bo z tego co podałeś nic nie wynika i nic nie można znaleźć, o ile to w ogóle nie jest jakiś następny wymysł. Po pierwsze: nie ma żadnego dowodu, że ten biedak w klatce to dzikie zwierzę. Może to być jakaś lokalna rasa psa lub mieszaniec. W Chinach przetrwało prawdopodobnie kilkanaście rodzimych ras psów szerzej nie znanych poza Chinami albo nawet poza prowincjami Chin w których występują, nieraz bardzo oryginalnych, sam wiem o 5-6 rasach o których jeszcze się nawet nie śniło polskim czołowym kynologom. Po drugie: nie ma problemu aby był to jakiś nowy gatunek, mało się o tym wie ale bioróżnorodność Chin jest ogromna. Dla przykładu, ile jest w Polsce odmian jeleni? Jak się nie mylę dwa, a w Chinach z tego co pamiętam pięć czy sześć.U nas jest jeden gatunek dzikiej świni a w Chinach siedem (a ras świn domowych w Chinach jest jak kiedyś liczyłem coś pod 90!) itd.itp.

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quatl pietrzak

Opowiedz o tych chińskich rasach - może to jedna z nich. ______________________________________________________

NanBeiDaXia

No pod tym linkiem widać trochę wyraźniej, liskowate toto ale pies też może być.

Co do ras mało znanych z Chin to np. Czerwony Bulldog z Czungcing (Chongqing), Ogar z Mianshan, Chart Z Szanghaju itp. ale podobieństwo do tego zwierzaka mogłaby wykazywać jakaś krzyżówka Terriera z Xiasi (Xiasigou):

albo to inna, nieznana rasa psa.

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quatl pietrzak

Nmnm. Faktycznie nieco podobny. być może Ludziom z Chelonian wydało się, że to jakiś lis. Przesadziło o tym mocny zapach piżma, który wydawało to zwierzę. Właściwie puki nie będzie więcej danych nie ma mowy o mówieniu o jakichkolwiek decyzjach w sprawie klasyfikacji tego zwierzęcia. Na razie możemy mówić jedynie o hipotezach.

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NanBeiDaXia

OK. Ale równie dobrze może to być odmiana mutacyjna lisa hodowlanego. Nawet u nas są dwie rodzime, jak lis białoszyjny i lis pastelowy, a u ruskich to już od groma jest takich odmian mutacyjnych, podobno nawet wychodowali lisy o psiej psychice, nadające się do trzymania w domu. Niewykluczone że i u chińców są jakieś odmiany i to może być to właśnie.

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quatl pietrzak

@NanBeiDaXia Sam się kiedyś zastanawiałem czy to lis... Zobacz na jego nienaturalnie duże łapy, są pokryte błoną pławną. Albo jest to jakieś górskie zwierzę, albo żyje na bagnach. Czy mogli wyhodować zwierzę o takich cechach....nie wiem...być może. Co jeszcze wszystkie zwierzęta znajdujące się w nielegalnym handlu w Guangzhou pochodziły z natury. ______________________________________________________________

NanBeiDaXia

Swoją drogą jenot z jakąś przerzedzoną, może wyleniałą lub zamoczoną, posklejaną sierścią też by mógł tak wyglądać, maść jest podobna, pysk wydaje się dłuższy niż u jenota ale mało tam w sumie widać. Co do tego czy tylko zwierzęta dzikie były na targu pewności nie ma. W Chinach po aferze SARS długo był zakas handlu na targach dzikimi zwierzętami, dopiero niedawno go zniesiono, kwestia kiedy zdjęcie było robione.

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Kiedy? Tego Ci nie powiem. nie jest uwzględnione w opisach. http://www.chelonia.org/Articles/China/china.htm

Oprócz tego ssaka, były tam łaskun chiński i inne łasze, latające wiewiórkolotki,mundżak chiński, nietoperze rudawki, "śmierdzące borsuki" z rodziny skunksów, kot bengalski, a więc jedynie dzikie gatunki, prócz kota domowego. Powstaje pytanie, czy ludzie az tak bardzo by sobie pomylili znane zwierzeta? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ dzika przyroda. exploracja i odkrycia zoologiczne. wild fauna & flora notes. from quatl pietrzak/quatlwork . 2008-2017.

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Vulpes sp.  - Renard

Les animaux ci-dessous étaient à peine reconnaissable. Leur forte odeur de musc a permis de les identifier En terme d'espèce ils ressemblent aux renard tibétain (Vulpes ferrilata).   Si c'est bien le cas, l'espèce est typiquement rencontrée dans les provinces du Sichuan en Chine centrale, à des hauteurs relativement élevées.

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Persona 5: The Phantom X - Entrevista al Productor de P5X - Agosto 2023

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No importa. Leonard Cohen - SoundCloud

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