12-14-2017, 05:07 AM
Name Squeaks
Race: Anthro, rat
Appearance: 19 years old, 4'8", light build but decently fed, dark brown, matted fur, 5 months pregnant (looks 8 months due to small size) , rough appearance, shirt is a couple sizes too small which exposes his belly
Info: gay, has a boyfriend but not "married"
Squeaks was making his nightly scavenging run through the back alleys. Although he a feral anthro, his kind were tolerated in the rougher parts of the city. The police had more important issues to worry about, and animal control would rather occupy themselves somewhere else. Squeaks disliked dealing with humans, but was always careful to maintain a servile friendliness. For that reason, he always wore a shirt with some political slogan or another to feign solidarity with the humans, and he always wore a cross necklace to appeal to their religious sentimentalizes. It wasn't as though he hated humans in particular, but he did resent always acting like their inferior. To be fair, the anthros were hardly any better, due to their small size, the rat anthros were near the bottom of the pecking order.
Squeaks, his boyfriend, and their young child lived in an abandoned dumpster in a back alley. They paid a rent to the local slum lord (or maybe it was just the building manager) so that he would look the other way. Squeaks mainly lived by scavenging garbage, hunting pigeons and cats, and doing the occasional odd job.
As Squeaks looked for a dumpster, he saw an anthro laying on the street. He looked like he was in bad condition, but did not look like any feral anthro he had ever seen. Squeaks figured that he might be a pet, and his return might net him a few bucks. "Hey, you OK?" he said, shaking the anthro.
Race: Anthro, rat
Appearance: 19 years old, 4'8", light build but decently fed, dark brown, matted fur, 5 months pregnant (looks 8 months due to small size) , rough appearance, shirt is a couple sizes too small which exposes his belly
Info: gay, has a boyfriend but not "married"
Squeaks was making his nightly scavenging run through the back alleys. Although he a feral anthro, his kind were tolerated in the rougher parts of the city. The police had more important issues to worry about, and animal control would rather occupy themselves somewhere else. Squeaks disliked dealing with humans, but was always careful to maintain a servile friendliness. For that reason, he always wore a shirt with some political slogan or another to feign solidarity with the humans, and he always wore a cross necklace to appeal to their religious sentimentalizes. It wasn't as though he hated humans in particular, but he did resent always acting like their inferior. To be fair, the anthros were hardly any better, due to their small size, the rat anthros were near the bottom of the pecking order.
Squeaks, his boyfriend, and their young child lived in an abandoned dumpster in a back alley. They paid a rent to the local slum lord (or maybe it was just the building manager) so that he would look the other way. Squeaks mainly lived by scavenging garbage, hunting pigeons and cats, and doing the occasional odd job.
As Squeaks looked for a dumpster, he saw an anthro laying on the street. He looked like he was in bad condition, but did not look like any feral anthro he had ever seen. Squeaks figured that he might be a pet, and his return might net him a few bucks. "Hey, you OK?" he said, shaking the anthro.