indylmaxcreate.bsky.social

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Writer. Engineer. Nature lover. The usual. Anthro SFF. https://www.indigoleomax.com https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/164091/azra-my-friend PFP by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/katarinalin/

A snip with the word "nothing" highlighted and containing the following text: “Is there anything else you want to tell me, Azra?” She flicked an ear, shifting in her seat, but remained silent for a moment. “There's nothing else, except you should know why I disappeared the other day. It's important I get in contact with the Institute as soon as possible. Someone's been trying to get to you; their hired help did this to me." She held up a hand-paw, gesturing to the worst of her injuries.
A snip capture with the word "immediately" highlighted. Full text follows: I plopped my other foot paw on the floor and stood, stretching once more as I swatted Ellie with the tip of my tail. “Mrow!” She replied, annoyed, as she playfully batted it away. Hoping to use the distraction to slow her, I pushed off from the bed stand and immediately launched myself in the direction of the kitchen. Not to be outdone, she bounded forward, using her claws to gain purchase on the covers. She left a wrinkled mess behind and took to the air the moment she reached the bed's end. Having already closed half the distance between myself and the open doorway by the time she became airborne, she sailed cleanly past my shoulder and bounded off the door frame with practiced precision.
A snippet of text with the word "hungry" highlighted, that reads: "Ellie purred and bumped her head against my boot. Repeating the action, she curled around my leg and rubbed the length of her torso against my ankle. Finally she curled her tail around my calf, paused to glance up at me, then turned to repeat the process in the opposite direction. That was Ellie's usual ritual when she was hungry or just wanted to go back to snuggling. Lately she'd taken to following me around the property as I took care of regular maintenance, or just relaxed on the porch. She'd appeared some weeks ago, greeting me from the cabin porch with an enthusiastic meow as I returned from my weekly shopping foray."
A snip of the following text with 'gently' highlighted for #WIPSnips word of the day: Dusk smiled, the features of her face mirroring those of the doe in the frame she gazed upon. Gently, she exposed the remainder of the frame, pulling the kerchief away. She let the kerchief fall to the bedding below, then gazed a the photo for a time. Then the soft, rhythmic sound of her breathing was interrupted by a single, stunted sob.
A snip of the following text with 'offered' highlighted for #WIPSnips word of the day: Finn averted her gaze as the display changed to footage of the station collapsing in on itself. She sighed and wiped her forehead with a trembling paw. “That was the last we heard from him. Now I’m expected to take his place — but I’m not a ship’s captain. I’m not even a good hovercraft pilot…” The Arcan watched Finn with quiet concern. Noticing Finn's distress, she set the biscuit aside, reached out, then gently pulled Finn's paw into her hand. The alien gazed at her, her eyes a deep emerald hue that seemed to drink in every detail of the world around with a brilliant clarity. “You have done what you can with the tools you had available,” she murmured. “Fate does not always choose a convenient time for tragedy, but it often chooses the right people to pick up the pieces.” Finn searched the alien’s face, then sighed and met her gaze. Finally, she offered the Arcan a faint, uncertain smile. “I hope you’re right.” Nodding toward the bridge as she straightened, Finn spoke quietly, “If for nothing else, my crew deserves to feel valued and safe.” The councilor squeezed her paw gently. “So do you.”
A snip highlighting "massive" in the following text: Sana watched as the Arcan ship drifted away, revealing the sight of Haven Eos. Pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, she watched as the alien ship's departure revealed the full scale of their home-to-be. Its visage stole her breath away. Though she knew they were parked a safe at distance, the proximity of the massive rock made a tingle of vertigo rise in her core. She hadn't been prepared for such a colossal shift in her sense of reality.
A screen capture displaying the following text: Scratching the back of an ear, he continued, “S-sorry, Captain, but radiation levels are rising. They will exceed safe limits in a few minutes. I recommend we leave this area as soon as possible.” Turning, Finn regarded the Arcan once again, her expression firm as she shifted her weight from one hip to the other. The Arcan spoke with a confident, neutral accent, her eyes fixed on the captain’s. Her facial expressions — though feline in structure — were alien and often counterintuitive. “He is correct, Captain. Radiation levels will soon reach and exceed thresholds dangerous to organic life. You and your crew are in danger if you do not evacuate this system soon.”
An image clip displaying the following text: His mood soured as he watched her hips begin to sway to the rhythm of a slow, unconscious lullaby. The soft light of the impossible scene at the portal cast itself upon her luxurious fur, highlighting each graceful peak and valley. The tawny hues of her coat transforming into fields of silver tipped grains, gracefully bending in an intangible breeze.  He knew Ellie meant well — the young feline had always had a cheerful way about her. Talkative and animated, she rarely spoke without something positive to add to the conversation. Reaper supposed that was why he could overlook the similarities she shared with that someone of his past — the parts of her that dug deep into his inner workings. With a sigh he leaned back, dropping his head to the pillow.
An image clip displaying the following text: Nodding, Finn turned to the wolf. His brilliant violet eyes fixed her with an intensity whose meaning she recognized in more ways than one. “Science Officer, Kael?” “That’s what I’d do if I were a ball of soulless, world-destroying energy,” he replied, his voice breaking as the full weight of their situation finally hit home. He paused, eyes widening as he realized how his words might have landed. “S-sorry, Captain… What I meant to say is, I agree with the councilor.
A large gray sci-fi spacecraft with an angular, armored hull floats in deep space. The ship has narrow yellow-lit viewports, small external turrets and antennae, and rows of white lights along its sides. A star-filled blue-black nebula forms the background as the vessel is shown from a front-left perspective.