God save the Queen.
Fursona is another old project that I abandoned a couple of years back only to dig back up and completely revamp. I've contemplated publishing it, but a great deal of work and forethought will have to put into it. That's one aspect of writerhood that's escaping me - I tend to have loopholes and inconsistencies in my stories. That's one thing I'm gonna have to work on. But for the time being... Lazy. XD
This story centers around eight kids, from the ages thirteen to eighteen, that are a different "species" of people - Fursona, the ones who can touch the animal spirits within them and embody that spirit. At a certain age, which is different with every individual, the Fursona completely stops aging - typically the range is between puberty and the time a woman would go into menopause, so early teens to early fifties. In essence, Fursonas are a race of superhumans that can become animals. Because that idea hasn't been overused or anything like that.
Moving on, the Fursona was a thriving species until the late 1700s, when the British decided they didn't particularly like the idea of superhumans in THEIR domain and essentially started killing them off - after they'd defeated the United States in the Revolutionary War. America became New England, and the Fursona were treated like the Jews and exterminated. The main character, a seventeen-year-old girl from Massachusetts, escaped from her persecutors and was lying low for about three-hundred years - from 1780 (the end of the Revolutionary War) to 2059 (modern times).
There's a whole lot of technical kibbles and bits about Fursonas as a species - the fertility rates among men and women, the aging process, the genetic defect that it all originates from - on a piece of notebook paper that I hopefully still have. I'm not sure if I'll end up putting all the information in the story. If not, I'll have a separate page on here for it, in case anyone cares to read it. XD Lengthy preface, done. On to actual story.
This story centers around eight kids, from the ages thirteen to eighteen, that are a different "species" of people - Fursona, the ones who can touch the animal spirits within them and embody that spirit. At a certain age, which is different with every individual, the Fursona completely stops aging - typically the range is between puberty and the time a woman would go into menopause, so early teens to early fifties. In essence, Fursonas are a race of superhumans that can become animals. Because that idea hasn't been overused or anything like that.
Moving on, the Fursona was a thriving species until the late 1700s, when the British decided they didn't particularly like the idea of superhumans in THEIR domain and essentially started killing them off - after they'd defeated the United States in the Revolutionary War. America became New England, and the Fursona were treated like the Jews and exterminated. The main character, a seventeen-year-old girl from Massachusetts, escaped from her persecutors and was lying low for about three-hundred years - from 1780 (the end of the Revolutionary War) to 2059 (modern times).
There's a whole lot of technical kibbles and bits about Fursonas as a species - the fertility rates among men and women, the aging process, the genetic defect that it all originates from - on a piece of notebook paper that I hopefully still have. I'm not sure if I'll end up putting all the information in the story. If not, I'll have a separate page on here for it, in case anyone cares to read it. XD Lengthy preface, done. On to actual story.