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Viktor DeCane walked down the sidewalk, weaving in between people as he did so on the crowded streets. He got lots of looks. Some concerning, hateful, or curious. His kind wasn’t very welcome in this world. Not by everyone anyways. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his grey jacket pocket and checked the writing to remind him of where he was heading. He was out of a job, and there wasn’t a whole lot of hope in his life. He didn’t really have much to look forward to. Just the same thing everyday, walking the streets, getting what little he could. Very repetitive. Even his dreams were getting repetitive. The same ones every night, just following an endless trail to what seemed like nowhere. His distracted thoughts left him off guard and someone purposely elbowed him in the side.
            “Hey Furry! Why don’t ya go crawl back into the cave that you belong in! New York isn’t a place for someone of your kind!” Taunted the man that had made contact with him.
            Viktor growled in response but continued walking, keeping his tail hung low and ignoring any racist looks and remarks he got from others. His ears perked at every comment he heard, regardless of the insignificance each one held to him. It was hard, being anthro in a world full of mostly people. Especially when almost half those people refused to show any respect to a less common kind like him. Maybe it was because he was biologically superior? Being an anthropomorphic wolf certainly granted him advantages that others didn’t have. Perhaps it was jealousy that made so many people hate him. He just wished he could blend in. He didn’t enjoy being different. Even if it made him better than others. Sure there were other anthros like him. But they only made about 5% of the population on earth. It wasn’t enough to really help. Every once in awhile he did pass another anthro. Perhaps not of the same species, but someone who was also part animal and understood what he was going through to an extent. Sure they had equal rights, at least they had gained that much. But it didn’t do much to protect against the violence and racism that his kind faced because of people. Maybe he was lucky to be alive, but he didn’t feel like it.
    He kept his head down, seeing glimpses of his silver cross necklace as it bounced up and down off his chest. This small treasure gave him a bit of hope. Maybe just enough to keep him moving. Viktor looked up briefly to get a glimpse of a street sign, sort of nodding when he knew he was heading the right way. Just another block to go and he would be meeting a familiar face. If luck was with him anyways. Eventually he was crossing the street in another large crowd of people, everyone on their way to typical routines; work, shopping, etc.
    “Just a bit further.” Viktor murmured to himself, not caring if others heard him or not.
     Finally, the door loomed in front of him and he took a step inside the apartment complex and walked up to the help desk, but not before checking his paper to confirm the numbers in his head.
    “Um… Excuse me?” He asked the lady at the help desk, “Which apartment is Chase Foxnard located in?”
    The woman seemed to perk her eyebrows at his light russian accent, or maybe just the sight of an anthro wolf more likely.
    “4th floor, number 403” She informed him
“Thank you” He responded and made his way towards the elevator.
Viktor’s mind continued to generate scenarios of what greeting his old friend might be like. He tapped the floor of the elevator as he did so until the cliche “Ding” of the elevator chimed, telling him he had made it to his floor. He stepped out and reached the door he had traveled so far on his bare paws to reach. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, praying that his friend was home, not wanting to have to wait any longer. His last sleep in a silent alleyway wasn’t something he would like to repeat. He heard a clicking noise and his heart rushed in joy.
“Viktor?” A familiar male anthro canadian marble fox with messy black hair answered the door and opened it, a smile spreading across his face.
“Chase! Thank god man! You’re a sight for sore eyes” Viktor exclaimed
“It’s been too long buddy. Too long” Chase responded. “Glad to see you after these past few years” He said as he shook hands with his old friend.
    “Same here. It’s certainly been a long time and it’s great to see someone like you again. I see you haven’t changed a bit” Viktor commented, waving his hand over Chase’s head as a size comparison.
    “Oh haha. You haven’t much either. Come on inside. I’m sure it’s not doing you any good standing out here” Chase said, a bit annoyed at the remark towards his shorter height.
    Viktor stepped inside Chase’s apartment, taking in all the sights and smells. All the furnishings and details told him that his friend must be doing well economically.
    “Nice place you have.” Viktor commented, still eyeing everything throughout the space. It was pretty big for an apartment. There were certain spaces here and there that showed off his friends poor organizational skills but Viktor didn’t mind. He wasn’t a very cleansly person himself. The last shower he got was a week ago at a public facility. He almost laughed at the thought. And he had been swapping in between a measly few sets of clothing.
    “Thanks” Chase replied. “So what have you been up to lately” He asked as he sat down in an armchair, nodding his head towards the sofa for Viktor to sit on.
Viktor sighed “Not much… I’ve just been drifting from place to place and haven’t been able to afford much. A hotel here and there if I’m lucky. No one seems to be interested in having a furry do work for them. It’s been pretty rough”
Chase took Viktors answer in deeply “Hmhhh...Sounds pretty rough… I suppose the least I could do for an old friend is let you stay for a bit considering your situation” He offered.
    “I would appreciate that a ton! Thank you so much” Viktor said, joy clearly audible in his tone.
    “It’s no problem really. I wouldn’t mind having a roommate. Be just like my college days.All I ask is that you would carry your own weight around the house, and I don’t mean that I need you working anytime soon, just doing chores or whatever.” Chase told him
    “Sure thing. And I’ll see where I can make some money. What job do you have right now by the way? Must be pretty good” Viktor inquired.
    “Oh. I work in the gaming industry. I’m a lead programmer for Vertigo Gaming. It pays pretty well actually.” Chase told him
    “Sounds neat” Viktor said. “Glad your doing better than I am at least”
    Chase laughed a bit but stopped abruptly, worrying that it might be sort of insulting towards his friend but Viktor shook his head smiling slightly, telling Chase that it was all good.
    “So… You can go ahead and sleep on the couch, it folds out into a bed. I was planning on picking up some takeout nearby and I can go ahead and grab you something” Chase told him
    “Sounds awesome. I need to put on a few pounds” Viktor said, patting his stomach which was indeed a tad bit thin from what little food he had gotten by on for these last few months.
    “Sure thing” Chase told him “I’ll be back in a few. See ya” Chased said and left the apartment, leaving Viktor alone with only the sounds of the busy streets outside keeping him company.
     He sat up and glanced around Chase’s apartment and decided that he should probably put his other few sets of clothing that he carried with him in his light travel pack in the wash. He did so, leaving only his T-shirt and jeans on. He resumed looking around the apartment, eyeing some framed photographs. Pictures of Chase’s parents and other family members. Viktor sighed at the sight of these, feeling a bit of envy actually. He knew no one related to him. He felt as if his existence in this world was just spontaneous. No family, memories or anything. He did have intelligence other basic qualities someone of his age might have, sure. He had a citizenship license and birth certificate… But those didn’t add up. He felt like he had missed out on part of his lifetime… It bugged him…. But yet he felt that it had happened… But he didn’t understand why he knew nothing of it. This desire to know what this missing piece in his life was is likely what kept him motivated in life. It felt as if he lived half his life in a coma.
    The door clicked and Chase walked inside, carrying chinese takeout in his left hand.
  “Hey. I’m back! I brought the goods” Chase called.
  “Awesome” Viktor said, the aroma of the meal bit sharply at his empty stomach.
  Viktor and Chase discussed their situations and plans over the meal for a while.
  “So Viktor… I mean… You’ve seemed a bit anxious lately… Any reasons why? I mean, you always have seemed a bit… Off. Like you’re missing something” Chase told him.

  The question struck Viktor oddly… What Chase had said was near perfection of how Viktor felt.
  “Um….Well” Viktor paused, looking for the right words. “Chase? So…. You know I’m 33 and we’ve been friends for about 8 years now. Well the thing is… I haven’t told you this before, but… I don’t really remember anything about my life almost a year before that.”
Chase gave Viktor a funny look “What exactly do you mean…. Like, amnesia or something?”
  “Not exactly… I feel like I still lived. But I don’t remember anything… It’s as if I just randomly appeared in this world into some life. I can’t exactly explain it…. I have a birth certificate and everything as if I lived a full life, but it feels false… Almost like I’m being lied to.” Viktor explained
  Chase took this in deeply, a look of concern spreading across his face. “That… Is kinda weird… You sure you’re okay? I mean…. That doesn’t make any sense to me whatsoever… What your saying sounds kinda ridiculous, as if you were involved in some conspiracy. And that sounds stupid to though…”
  “I don’t think I’ve been involved in anything like that. I mean, at least it’s off my chest now that I’ve told you.” Viktor said.
  “I guess so” Chase responded, deciding to try and brush off what Viktor had said. He almost wanted to tell Viktor to stop smoking whatever the hell it was Viktor was buying, but he knew Viktor was better than that to resort to something of that nature. He knew Viktor as a strong-willed and responsible person. He wouldn’t give in to something like drugs and he was even a responsible drinker.
  “So any other surprises you care to inform me of?” Chase asked.
  “Nothing really… I’ve been having these same dreams over and over again… But they’re no big deal.” Viktor said in a casual tone.
  “About what?” Chase inquired deeper, growing a little bit more concerned, but trying not to be rude.
  “Eh… Just continuously following a path of some sort. And that's it really. They seem oddly real though. And it doesn’t seem like I’m always in the same place, like I may actually be heading somewhere.” said Viktor.
  “Okay…” Chase slowly responded, deciding he had gotten his fill of weirdness for the day. “So. It’s getting kinda late now. I was gonna do a bit of gaming before I called it a night. Tomorrow’s a saturday which is nice to know. I can just do some work at home.” Chase told him.
  “Sounds fine by me.” Viktor told him. “I’m gonna go take a shower if that’s ok. And I got my clothes in your washer if that's fine.”
  “That's fine. You definitely need one. You smell like you’re feral.” Chase teased.
  “Oh shut up.” Viktor retorted and made his way to the bathroom.

It had gotten completely dark out by 8 and the lights and noises of cars on the wide streets of New York could be easily heard. Viktor was watching the news. Reports of some protests here and there and other stuff. 2025 still had some issues to work out with anthros it seemed. But nothing major going on. Typical politics. Chase was busy at his computer, reacting to whatever the game in front of him was displaying. Viktor peeked over the couch to get a look at the screen and could make out what looked like a spaceship or something and shrugged it off, uninterested. He heard his friend speak something in response every once in awhile to whoever it was he was playing with but was more focused on the TV.
    Some add for support of an organization called the WMU flashed up in a commercial break but Viktor could care less. The WMU stood for World Maintenance United and apparently described their goals as making the world perfect and equal. It seemed a bit suspicious but he figured it was probably just a bunch idiots who didn’t know what they were doing. Other ads popped up here and there. None that caught his attention much. There was one for a newer company called Voltage that had gained popularity recently, especially among anthros it seemed. It’s iconic lightning symbolism flashed across the screen and showed off newer models. Viktor had began to take notice of their vehicles on the road here and there. But it was just another thought that crossed his mind. Eventually he felt himself falling asleep and let himself do so, it would likely be a much better sleep then he had gotten lately.

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FINALLY FINISHED! This piece took forever to make... Not the typing but the actual picture. Sorry to keep you guys waiting so long But here it is! The start of my revamped series of The Pack. It certainly is looking like a turn for the better. And yeah... I suck at drawing hoomans XD damn hoomans.

and im realizing i forgot to shade some parts... damnit...

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Check out the rest of the series! vincent-wullf.deviantart.com/g…

Description

Viktor DeCane walked down the sidewalk, weaving in between people as he did so on the crowded streets. He got lots of looks. Some concerning, hateful, or curious. His kind wasn’t very welcome in this world. Not by everyone anyways. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his grey jacket pocket and checked the writing to remind him of where he was heading. He was out of a job, and there wasn’t a whole lot of hope in his life. He didn’t really have much to look forward to. Just the same thing everyday, walking the streets, getting what little he could. Very repetitive. Even his dreams were getting repetitive. The same ones every night, just following an endless trail to what seemed like nowhere. His distracted thoughts left him off guard and someone purposely elbowed him in the side.
            “Hey Furry! Why don’t ya go crawl back into the cave that you belong in! New York isn’t a place for someone of your kind!” Taunted the man that had made contact with him.
            Viktor growled in response but continued walking, keeping his tail hung low and ignoring any racist looks and remarks he got from others. His ears perked at every comment he heard, regardless of the insignificance each one held to him. It was hard, being anthro in a world full of mostly people. Especially when almost half those people refused to show any respect to a less common kind like him. Maybe it was because he was biologically superior? Being an anthropomorphic wolf certainly granted him advantages that others didn’t have. Perhaps it was jealousy that made so many people hate him. He just wished he could blend in. He didn’t enjoy being different. Even if it made him better than others. Sure there were other anthros like him. But they only made about 5% of the population on earth. It wasn’t enough to really help. Every once in awhile he did pass another anthro. Perhaps not of the same species, but someone who was also part animal and understood what he was going through to an extent. Sure they had equal rights, at least they had gained that much. But it didn’t do much to protect against the violence and racism that his kind faced because of people. Maybe he was lucky to be alive, but he didn’t feel like it.
    He kept his head down, seeing glimpses of his silver cross necklace as it bounced up and down off his chest. This small treasure gave him a bit of hope. Maybe just enough to keep him moving. Viktor looked up briefly to get a glimpse of a street sign, sort of nodding when he knew he was heading the right way. Just another block to go and he would be meeting a familiar face. If luck was with him anyways. Eventually he was crossing the street in another large crowd of people, everyone on their way to typical routines; work, shopping, etc.
    “Just a bit further.” Viktor murmured to himself, not caring if others heard him or not.
     Finally, the door loomed in front of him and he took a step inside the apartment complex and walked up to the help desk, but not before checking his paper to confirm the numbers in his head.
    “Um… Excuse me?” He asked the lady at the help desk, “Which apartment is Chase Foxnard located in?”
    The woman seemed to perk her eyebrows at his light russian accent, or maybe just the sight of an anthro wolf more likely.
    “4th floor, number 403” She informed him
“Thank you” He responded and made his way towards the elevator.
Viktor’s mind continued to generate scenarios of what greeting his old friend might be like. He tapped the floor of the elevator as he did so until the cliche “Ding” of the elevator chimed, telling him he had made it to his floor. He stepped out and reached the door he had traveled so far on his bare paws to reach. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, praying that his friend was home, not wanting to have to wait any longer. His last sleep in a silent alleyway wasn’t something he would like to repeat. He heard a clicking noise and his heart rushed in joy.
“Viktor?” A familiar male anthro canadian marble fox with messy black hair answered the door and opened it, a smile spreading across his face.
“Chase! Thank god man! You’re a sight for sore eyes” Viktor exclaimed
“It’s been too long buddy. Too long” Chase responded. “Glad to see you after these past few years” He said as he shook hands with his old friend.
    “Same here. It’s certainly been a long time and it’s great to see someone like you again. I see you haven’t changed a bit” Viktor commented, waving his hand over Chase’s head as a size comparison.
    “Oh haha. You haven’t much either. Come on inside. I’m sure it’s not doing you any good standing out here” Chase said, a bit annoyed at the remark towards his shorter height.
    Viktor stepped inside Chase’s apartment, taking in all the sights and smells. All the furnishings and details told him that his friend must be doing well economically.
    “Nice place you have.” Viktor commented, still eyeing everything throughout the space. It was pretty big for an apartment. There were certain spaces here and there that showed off his friends poor organizational skills but Viktor didn’t mind. He wasn’t a very cleansly person himself. The last shower he got was a week ago at a public facility. He almost laughed at the thought. And he had been swapping in between a measly few sets of clothing.
    “Thanks” Chase replied. “So what have you been up to lately” He asked as he sat down in an armchair, nodding his head towards the sofa for Viktor to sit on.
Viktor sighed “Not much… I’ve just been drifting from place to place and haven’t been able to afford much. A hotel here and there if I’m lucky. No one seems to be interested in having a furry do work for them. It’s been pretty rough”
Chase took Viktors answer in deeply “Hmhhh...Sounds pretty rough… I suppose the least I could do for an old friend is let you stay for a bit considering your situation” He offered.
    “I would appreciate that a ton! Thank you so much” Viktor said, joy clearly audible in his tone.
    “It’s no problem really. I wouldn’t mind having a roommate. Be just like my college days.All I ask is that you would carry your own weight around the house, and I don’t mean that I need you working anytime soon, just doing chores or whatever.” Chase told him
    “Sure thing. And I’ll see where I can make some money. What job do you have right now by the way? Must be pretty good” Viktor inquired.
    “Oh. I work in the gaming industry. I’m a lead programmer for Vertigo Gaming. It pays pretty well actually.” Chase told him
    “Sounds neat” Viktor said. “Glad your doing better than I am at least”
    Chase laughed a bit but stopped abruptly, worrying that it might be sort of insulting towards his friend but Viktor shook his head smiling slightly, telling Chase that it was all good.
    “So… You can go ahead and sleep on the couch, it folds out into a bed. I was planning on picking up some takeout nearby and I can go ahead and grab you something” Chase told him
    “Sounds awesome. I need to put on a few pounds” Viktor said, patting his stomach which was indeed a tad bit thin from what little food he had gotten by on for these last few months.
    “Sure thing” Chase told him “I’ll be back in a few. See ya” Chased said and left the apartment, leaving Viktor alone with only the sounds of the busy streets outside keeping him company.
     He sat up and glanced around Chase’s apartment and decided that he should probably put his other few sets of clothing that he carried with him in his light travel pack in the wash. He did so, leaving only his T-shirt and jeans on. He resumed looking around the apartment, eyeing some framed photographs. Pictures of Chase’s parents and other family members. Viktor sighed at the sight of these, feeling a bit of envy actually. He knew no one related to him. He felt as if his existence in this world was just spontaneous. No family, memories or anything. He did have intelligence other basic qualities someone of his age might have, sure. He had a citizenship license and birth certificate… But those didn’t add up. He felt like he had missed out on part of his lifetime… It bugged him…. But yet he felt that it had happened… But he didn’t understand why he knew nothing of it. This desire to know what this missing piece in his life was is likely what kept him motivated in life. It felt as if he lived half his life in a coma.
    The door clicked and Chase walked inside, carrying chinese takeout in his left hand.
  “Hey. I’m back! I brought the goods” Chase called.
  “Awesome” Viktor said, the aroma of the meal bit sharply at his empty stomach.
  Viktor and Chase discussed their situations and plans over the meal for a while.
  “So Viktor… I mean… You’ve seemed a bit anxious lately… Any reasons why? I mean, you always have seemed a bit… Off. Like you’re missing something” Chase told him.

  The question struck Viktor oddly… What Chase had said was near perfection of how Viktor felt.
  “Um….Well” Viktor paused, looking for the right words. “Chase? So…. You know I’m 33 and we’ve been friends for about 8 years now. Well the thing is… I haven’t told you this before, but… I don’t really remember anything about my life almost a year before that.”
Chase gave Viktor a funny look “What exactly do you mean…. Like, amnesia or something?”
  “Not exactly… I feel like I still lived. But I don’t remember anything… It’s as if I just randomly appeared in this world into some life. I can’t exactly explain it…. I have a birth certificate and everything as if I lived a full life, but it feels false… Almost like I’m being lied to.” Viktor explained
  Chase took this in deeply, a look of concern spreading across his face. “That… Is kinda weird… You sure you’re okay? I mean…. That doesn’t make any sense to me whatsoever… What your saying sounds kinda ridiculous, as if you were involved in some conspiracy. And that sounds stupid to though…”
  “I don’t think I’ve been involved in anything like that. I mean, at least it’s off my chest now that I’ve told you.” Viktor said.
  “I guess so” Chase responded, deciding to try and brush off what Viktor had said. He almost wanted to tell Viktor to stop smoking whatever the hell it was Viktor was buying, but he knew Viktor was better than that to resort to something of that nature. He knew Viktor as a strong-willed and responsible person. He wouldn’t give in to something like drugs and he was even a responsible drinker.
  “So any other surprises you care to inform me of?” Chase asked.
  “Nothing really… I’ve been having these same dreams over and over again… But they’re no big deal.” Viktor said in a casual tone.
  “About what?” Chase inquired deeper, growing a little bit more concerned, but trying not to be rude.
  “Eh… Just continuously following a path of some sort. And that's it really. They seem oddly real though. And it doesn’t seem like I’m always in the same place, like I may actually be heading somewhere.” said Viktor.
  “Okay…” Chase slowly responded, deciding he had gotten his fill of weirdness for the day. “So. It’s getting kinda late now. I was gonna do a bit of gaming before I called it a night. Tomorrow’s a saturday which is nice to know. I can just do some work at home.” Chase told him.
  “Sounds fine by me.” Viktor told him. “I’m gonna go take a shower if that’s ok. And I got my clothes in your washer if that's fine.”
  “That's fine. You definitely need one. You smell like you’re feral.” Chase teased.
  “Oh shut up.” Viktor retorted and made his way to the bathroom.

It had gotten completely dark out by 8 and the lights and noises of cars on the wide streets of New York could be easily heard. Viktor was watching the news. Reports of some protests here and there and other stuff. 2025 still had some issues to work out with anthros it seemed. But nothing major going on. Typical politics. Chase was busy at his computer, reacting to whatever the game in front of him was displaying. Viktor peeked over the couch to get a look at the screen and could make out what looked like a spaceship or something and shrugged it off, uninterested. He heard his friend speak something in response every once in awhile to whoever it was he was playing with but was more focused on the TV.
    Some add for support of an organization called the WMU flashed up in a commercial break but Viktor could care less. The WMU stood for World Maintenance United and apparently described their goals as making the world perfect and equal. It seemed a bit suspicious but he figured it was probably just a bunch idiots who didn’t know what they were doing. Other ads popped up here and there. None that caught his attention much. There was one for a newer company called Voltage that had gained popularity recently, especially among anthros it seemed. It’s iconic lightning symbolism flashed across the screen and showed off newer models. Viktor had began to take notice of their vehicles on the road here and there. But it was just another thought that crossed his mind. Eventually he felt himself falling asleep and let himself do so, it would likely be a much better sleep then he had gotten lately.

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FINALLY FINISHED! This piece took forever to make... Not the typing but the actual picture. Sorry to keep you guys waiting so long But here it is! The start of my revamped series of The Pack. It certainly is looking like a turn for the better. And yeah... I suck at drawing hoomans XD damn hoomans.

and im realizing i forgot to shade some parts... damnit...

Next page fav.me/d9jd7kg

Check out the rest of the series! vincent-wullf.deviantart.com/g…