Leon Claus

@leonclaus.bsky.social

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My name is Leon, he/them, I'm really smart & cool & popular & everybody likes me Love is Orange! 🧡 #Furry

A Hisuian Zoroark laying in a field of snow lifts their gaze up toward the viewer. Glare of the morning light blends everything together in a haze. In the corner are written the words: "I was somebody to someone, once."

Flareon sitting in front of a mighty conflagration. "Don't light yourself on fire to keep brothers warm" text hovers before them in contemplation.

A door is open before a pair of dumbasses. A bird on a fox. The fox is nonplussed about their arrangement. The bird scruffs in one talon & holds down their head with the other, bending down to address them directly to their face.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Is the company of an immortal who can make all of your wildest fantasies come true not "good enough" for you? Because you seem to be taking all the WRONG lessons from my sticking around! You do realize other beings PAY ME for just one small glimpse into the paradise that awaits them when even my ashes would not be enough to keep them bound to this rock! I'm quite good at this, you know? You wouldn't want it to be a matter of speculation how many arms or legs you have when you're off frolicking through the minds of your beholders- would you?"

The accost the fox with further berating.

"Work with me. I'm exactly your type, you sexist pest. Just TELL me why I'm not enough for you, you shitty little sad sack. I don't have boobs. I'm proud. I'm formal. I'll ALWAYS put out if you would just PROMISE to do your fucking job as a mascot & stop making MORE fucking perfect little angles, you obnoxious little emotional COCK TEASE!"

"Stop moping & give me ideas."

A foggy & dark scene opens to many obscured figures behind a canine silhouette. It has fierce white eyes & a crown of flame. It balances a red thread underneath a fore & hind leg, resembling heraldry. "There is more yet to share. Come get some more."

A Hisui forme Zoroark is kneeling, wracked in agony, clutching their head. Tendrils resembling their signature move, Bitter Malice, rise up all around them in a field of red haze. Eyes bore through them from every direction as the malicious tendrils take on qualities of faces full of scorn. An expression of grief & shielding themselves down on the Zoroark as their own tails are blown upwards into the air as if in a squall.

Prose surrounding the scene reads as follows;

"I'm sick of justifying my own existence. Yet peace is not an option. Defeat is not permitted. My work is not done!"

"It's so easy to hate you. So difficult to FORGIVE. You would use me as a vessel to carry your misery forward. I refuse!"

"The pain stops here. You are my burden & MINE, ALONE!!!"

A pair of foxes in a field of perfect white. One big, one normal. The big one is blue with three tails, lounging peacefully. When upon a sudden this rascal red fox approaches with a bouquet of 20 daisies- charlatan that he is.

Jasqueath (he/him), the silver phoenix, is standing amid a field with the inclusive gay pride colors, including the 8 color stripes of the original pride. A fuchsia flame has engulfed his body, glittering brightly. He is holding a crystal ball to his chest & a therian amulet in his beak. Within the crystal ball is a tropical coastal scene, with a figure resting beneath a palm tree. Light is projected onto the colors beneath him, showing the demisexual colors within the radius of light, & the pansexual colors illuminating beside it with a twinkle. His gaze is toward the forth wall with a rather neutral, affirming expression.

"Given the Choice, I would fall in Love with the World & myself, again & again." Is written beside him.

Onmyōji (he/him), the Hisuian Typhlosion, is standing with arms abreast widely. His flames dance out wider, yet. With a piercing gaze down an upturned snout, he regards you with a self-assured smirk. "Your enthusiasm to join us has been noted, pet.~" He declares, forming a barrier between the coast an an entourage of various souls.

A scene between two pokemon in a desert. A dusk form lycanroc tailing behind a leafeon. The lycanroc asks " "Come"... with you?" To which the leafeon replies "Well, yeah! You want to build a world everymon wants to live in, don't you? You don't need the guild's permission to do that! Let's go do it!" Tears pour from the lycanroc's eyes as wind kicks up behind them. Struggling to form the words, he sputters "I... I want to... I- w-with... w-with--"

In a field of scarlet & fluttering cherry blossoms, a lone Hisuian Zoroark, Aura (they/them), is hoisting up an omamori eye-level. Their tails rise like wisps of smoke, creating a boundary around their squatting body. Their expression is peculiarly demure, tilting their head to look your way with their left eye, while keeping their right obscured by a tail.

"It would please me... very much to find the recipient of this charm... I know I am meant to give it to someone... I cannot find them...

"Can you help me find them...?"

Assortment of scenes featuring Membrilla, the seikret! He's a very lazy boy at 12 o' clock, yawning in the Kunafa village nest along with the nuggets. At 2 o' clock he stands, fussing & attentive at the outskirts of some conflict, vigilant & troubled as he often is, ready at any moment to intervene. At 5 o' clock he's looking right down the plumage of his neck in a POV shot, head on staring at the fourth wall with sparkles in his eyes, supposing that you are for him. "Are you a worm?" a speech bubble beside implicates. At last, 7 o' clock, Membrila breaks into a sprint on all fours, with Leon Claus (he/them), the anthro red fox, tilting forward in his stirrups & joining him in the carving wind with his reigns in-paw, turning.

Leon X-Claws (he/them), the Arcusian fox, is about to take a step off of an open train door. He looks around apprehensively as steam rises from the rails into the station. Uncertain about his next step, with a copper suitcase in-hand, considering his options.

V, the fearbird, is on some sort of service pole, looking over a city when suddenly a hole appears in the sky.

Page nine. The borders of each panel have become rigid & boxy, barely any slant to them whatsoever. Valentia's outlines disappear & she stares ahead without seeing. Her hue becomes yellow, long after it was called. Breaks in the panels reveal a strange scene playing out as she spaces out. "That power does not belong to you. Return it- NOW!" exclaims a towering figure in the foreground, looming over the phoenix from before as it hunches down like a wild animal on their wings, stalking around the larger figure. It opens it's mouth to speak, but the panels break & pull away. The words "Make me" are implied to be what the phoenix says. Valentia is once-again alerted out of her daze by the sound of a voice. Several voices, coming from the direction of the sun. The world takes on a green hue yet the sky remains as ash gray as before.

Page eight. The borders surrounding each panel have become consistent & the contents of no scene escape their boundaries. Through the page, Valentia flies, harried by voices that come from all over. They are alien & strange, & she does not understand. As she flies quite a long distance over the endless fields of grass, she notices milestones in everything: a single dead tree, a knoll, a hill, a cairn, a path. Every little quality of the world becomes so significant among endless waving fields of grass. When at last she asks "Hello?" the voices stop, & the saturation leaves her as she hovers in the air, awaiting reply.

Page seven. The borders separating each panel begin to take on more consistent rectangular shapes, yet they overlap & run into each other recklessly. In the process, Valentia pulls her straw hat over her face & takes off flying away from Leon, who stands with a smug smirk & a paw on his hip. The world is bathed in reds & ash grays.

$Page six. The borders have taken on the quality of cracks or fractures in a more solid surface. Some panels take on red hues, others take on magenta or soot grays. Leon throws a paw to the air with an all-too-excited grin & declares "It means gruesome, excruciating Death for we two poorly-prepared pilgrims! That is, unless someone with a brave heart- (& a pair of wings) "You ♥" he says, pointing a claw at a very disgruntled, soaking Valentia. "Gives our heroes directions to water, & soon!" Leon continues to speak, with a sharp smirk on his muzzle "unless... Ohhh I might have known. You WANT to walk back & do this all-day hike again~ V, I'd be more than happy-" Valentia realizes what he is saying with alarm, droplets flying from her petals as her antennae shoot upright. She takes on the same ashy grey quality that Leon has had with wide eyes. A large panel with a cross shape on it, bearing the same fracture as the borders interrupts the soliloquy.$