before we start jumping to any assumptions. i started writing this for the fun of it and plan to make it a series, but I don't know for how long I plan to write it.

any and all questions and/or constructive criticism/critique are welcome.

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life in furvill

Chapter 1: the move

Dear journal,

It's been a very long time since I last wrote any of my thoughts down. I guess this is all due to being let go at work today. So I decided it was time to move out of my old town to this new place called furvill. Though I thought the name was some kind of joke, I was very pleasantly surprised to find that actually wasn't a joke of any kind, nor in any way possible. I've heard of places like this be populated by anthropomorphic animals otherwise known as furries, but this is my first time ever going to one.

I mean, I knew about them, and I knew of them, but there were never really any that I could meet in new St. Paul.

I was worried at first about coming to a new town and having to start over. You know, the typical stuff you worry about when starting all over again in a new town. But apparently it’s something of a celebration when a non-judgmental human comes into fur-.

My thoughts were cut short when a random child dog fur started sniffing through my hair. "You smell funny, what did you wash with? Why is your hair so thin? Why are your cloths so funny? Where's your tail? What’s with your muzzle?"

The curious pup asked a barrage of questions that I didn’t know how to react to, nor even begin to answer. But thankfully his curiosities were short lived as someone whom I could only assume to be his mother came up to him and put her hands on his head.

"Now now dear, leave the poor human alone; I'm sorry, he's just over excited today. It’s the first time they've ever been around a human." She apologized on her son's behalf, patting his head.

"But mom!?!" The pup replied before his mother replied with a "Quiet dear."

"It’s quite alright ma'am, I was his age once too." I replied before leaning over to address the young pup.

"Humans don’t have fur all over there body like you do, and we don’t have muzzles because of the way our face works. And as much as I would like to have one, we don’t have tails either." I replied, looking back to my journal that I had then promptly closed.

As I did this, the train wheels started to screech as we slowly came to a stop. Stowing my journal away into the small travel bag I had brought with me, I rose from my seat to look around for a moment before I would slowly make my way off the train and out of the station.

“This is going to be a long day.” I half exclaimed in a partial yawn that had come initially from an intended sigh of relief. Stretching out a little with what the tight space would allow, I slowly made my way to the exit. A number of other furred creatures mumbling and muttering, some quicker to leave than others, and others still remaining in their seats.

It was so odd to me, watching these people of varying sizes, speeds, body shapes, and species if they had given a name to themselves or kinds at all. But I knew that I would have more time in the future to have the ever growing number of questions I had brewing away.

Cupping my hands together out of some old but unbroken habit, I thought it best to not delay the list of things to do any longer. And at the top of the priorities was to see the mayor of the town.

Though I hadn’t known why at the time, nor what I was supposed to do about the odd request; I knew it was best to not keep anyone in a position of authority waiting.

It was odd now that I had thought about it. Why would the mayor of all people want to send for me when I just wanted to see for myself if there were any opportunities to be had from moving here. Despite all the questions flooding my brain at this point, I had made my way off the train and on to the platform in which it stopped.

I chanced a look around the place to take in the view. It was remarkable at the very least, seeing how massive the place truly was. You could plainly see that this station looked to have been built for and by giants of colossal sizes. Feeling that I was the size of a standard house mouse to those who had built the place as such a person would if they were of that size to me, I couldn’t help but gock at the view. On one side of the train station I could see that the platforms were muilti-leveled. With at least three on the far side, and in the middle of a large open space that seemed to have been walled off in an odd way. I assumed it was due to people being injured at some point.

There I soon found out that I had an escort, and he was massive; larger than any bouncer I had ever seen in my life. Standing at least twenty to fifty-five feet tall and built like he could replace the entire wrecking crew and their machinery. However he seemed like he was somewhat nervous from some very visible trembling and his tail somewhat curling around one of his legs or himself. My thoughts quickly turned to wander what a dragon in this day and age had to worry about. His scaled body and horns were of some reflective and almost polished onyx colour. Having what I could almost assume were patterned blue stripes that had the same shine and polished look to them. Though his scales were mostly covered up in causal looking cloths. Some of which I suppose were trendy here, but not that I would know.

At first I had no clue why I would have an escort of such stature, but he hung a sign around his neck with my name on it and I knew somewhat instinctively to head in his direction. And while doing so, no words could describe how nervous I felt. Fearing that I would be stepped on or crushed to death under another’s foot or paw as it were. But slowly I made my way to him, and thought of what way to get his attention.

"Excuse me sir!" I spoke aloud. Trying to see if he could indeed hear my otherwise tiny voice. With a slight but sudden jump, I knew that he had, but he seemed to not realize that I was actually shorter than him. He looked about worried seeming as worried as I was. That was until he managed pulled a large note pad like those seen in your average school supplies section of any store. And after flipping through several pages he looked down at me.

I could not tell if he had been grinning or seemed somewhat disappointed when he looked at me with teeth exposed. Though I could not hear him growl if he had at all, the visage of those teeth and bared fangs filled me with mixed thoughts a feelings all at once.

Thoughts that had me preemptively begging for mercy, and feelings of dread. And yet somehow I had other thoughts of lighter tones and unusual feelings entirely which I could not convey without betraying some sense of dignity and self-respect.

"Um... you're looking...for...me?" I asked, my voice nearly failing me as it betrayed my composure, revealing just how nervous I was. But I seemed to confuse him with my presents as I noticed that he looked back and forth through his notes and then down to me before, kneeling down to my level. He then extended his hand, or at least what I would call one, to shake my own. Which in itself looked big enough to wrap mostly around my torso; spanning from hale of my body, from the arm pits down to the end of my waist.

Instantly seeing that this shake would not work, he simply spoke in a voice I could swear should have grated my ears with how loud I thought it would have been. But instead seemed to be rather soft and easy for me to pull from the common babbling noises from the crowd as they continued on.

"Name's Drazul. Nice to meet you. Here, let me help you with your bag." He said as he took my baggage with ease and lumped my luggage all together in a bag he carries with him. The weight of it all didn’t seem to bother him what so ever and he started to lead me through the crowed and another obvious problem seemed to sprout up.

His speed when compared to my own was as if you were watching an infant run to keep up with a dog. And I quickly lost sight him, as unsurprising as that was to believe. Though I followed as best I could, darting to and fro to move through the busy crowd I soon found myself rounding a corner into someone else.

This person seemed to be of the same height, but dressed in what I assumed as this cities traditional police officers uniform. I could hear his voice booming back and forth with another one that seemed more familiar to me.

I wanted to slowly back away from what looked to be a cop hassling someone, but all too soon the officer turned around to face my direction and looked down upon me.

Though I was not sure if I had been visibly sweating at this point for any reason. But I was somewhat breathless at the time when the officer in questioned seemed to bark a question at me.

"And where do you think you're going, Food!" He said, seemingly full of frustration and disgust for me until the dragon behind him answered, "That's not food, that’s the one the Mayer wants to see. It’s in the notes I just showed you."

"WHAT! AND YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TO TAKE HIM WITH YOU!" The officer roared profusely at him; this causing me to cover my ears and attempt to collect myself in the midst of the commotion. "WHAT WAS I SUPPOSE TO DO? PUT THE HUMAN IN MY POCKET!?"

It was at that moment that the seemingly large crowd that had, up until this point, had grown silent and all eyes, to whomever they belonged, were fixated on me. This, if I were to list the number of things I would hate to have had happen at this point, would have been on the top.

I tried to remain silent and kept my head low during all this. My pulse and blood pressure rose to the point where I felt sick. But eventually my silence broke when I looked up to see an incoming hand to grab me.

I shrieked in reflex, and thought that for sure I was in some serious trouble when I then realized that the hand that grabbed me was Drazul's. And he hoists me up to his shoulder and had me hang on to him as he went.

My mind raced as I became rather blank and quite to the whole affair that had just taken place not too long ago. Before long we had reached the exit to the train station and I was quickly hoisted from his shoulder to some type of car. It had some strange seating arrangements, small in the back, where I had been place. The back of the car on the side wall being lined with seats for smaller ones like myself while the other seats in the middle were for larger people like Drazul. Another thing was that the car seemed to float a full two feet off the ground even after he had me put inside with my bags

“Where to?” the driver asked. His voice somewhat guttural and sounding as if he smoked a lot. “City Hall, back entrance, section B.” Drazul responded as he handed the driver some money. During all this I remained silent, thinking back to the embarrassments and events that took place. To think, would this be an everyday thing, or would a non-furred person in the works make this whole weirder. Only time would tell me for sure.