Return to Vassalized Earth: 2035
He sits in a car while a scrawny, raccoon-like procyonid drives through the dry plains. the regulian eyes the procyonid with a desirous look that the procyonid returns, but the procyonid looks nervous whenever he focuses on the road.
Lore: Regulian Empire Timeline
The regulians, before retreating, attempting to take as many procyonid refugees as they could. -the lacertans enslaved the procyonids and displaced them.
Outcast Planet: Shooting Star
Silently walking in front of him, dwarfed by the giant lizard, was a tiny procyonid with black and white stripes and a black mask around his eyes.
The Intention
" "...heh..." was the procyonid's reply, and the wolf crawled off him and lead the way. jonathon followed, holding his pants up.
The Verdict
The procyonid petered out, embarrassed, and brad smiled a little. it was adorable. he ventured to give the raccoon a little half-hug, a sideways bro-grab. not suspicious, right?
Young Imperials - Contraband Goods Public Service Announcement
They can easily be replaced with human slaves or procyonid refugees.** _ rick: thanks captain alorth! i didn't know what to do... alorth: that's okay!
Lore: Regulian Emperors
Life support ceased as of 1852 when a descendent that was elected regent, who would be titled as raljesh ii, appointed himself emperor and took raljesh i off of life support in the wake of a war with the lacertans over procyonid.
Promises 1
**1** The girl sat down on the bench next to the vendor's little stand, paws clasping an overloaded vanilla cone she'd just bought from them, but she didn't eat it. Instead, she stared along the path that bordered the lazy, glimmering breadth of the...
The Hotline
"that'd be... really great," the procyonid said softly. "i'd... i'd like that." he'd said it last night; still, the verification sent a surge of euphoria through the wolf's chest. he really really did actually honestly want to go on a real date.
No Major Injuries
The procyonid was engrossed in his cell phone, producing an incessant metallic-sounding chatter as his claws clicked away at the onscreen keyboard; it was driving the wolf slowly and surely insane. the line shuffled closer. goddamn dad.
Canned Goods
Brad had gotten a bit of a free pass with the procyonid, considering his surprise kiss had been such an abrupt, unambiguous way to put the topic out there... but really, it seemed that pretty much any other route would have failed.
Just Do It
Here was this cute, funny, playful procyonid, that he had only just met, and had fallen for as completely as it is possible to fall for someone. hook, line, and sinker. down for the count. his heart hadn't stood a chance.