Welcome to Anthro-Junkies
► We are a group that focuses mostly on anthropomorphic characters, and unknown feral artists.
Here are a few things to help with organization and to keep the group together:
• Group accepts only Anthropomorphic and feral characters.
Be sure to check wether your art is related to anthro (anthropomorphic animal characters).
You can only upload 3 pictures a week to the group.
• Arts in their correct folders
Please send your work to the correct destination.
When your work is not sent to the correct folder, the process is slow and may be refused.
You can submit an artwork once a week. However, the group administration will vote and judge your submission, so try to send only your best ones! (:
• Respect each other
Respect the others opinions and preferences.
By disregarding this rule, you may be banned from the group.
Any member and non-member may suggest favourites so feel free to add!
Please send us a request to any affiliation.
Enjoy your time in the pack!
The group was created exclusively for your enjoyment.
These should help for the time being until I get situated, and learn how to run a full blown group! So please be patient!
Untitled Story (For Now) Chapter 2Untitled Story (For Now) Chapter 2 by General-Blackjack
The water was very calm, although it was bobbing my boat up and down quite a bit. The boat was actually a fishing yacht, all white with 3 levels and 150 feet long. I was at the controls, carefully looking at the instruments to make sure we were on course. Audrey on the other hand was sitting in an extra large lounge chair, with metal legs that had a little bit of rust on them. The armrests were a little too wide for her put her arms on them comfortably. She was wearing a one piece swimsuit and a pair of large aviator glasses. Her belly was still a bit big from the breakfast I gave her back at the house. "Ugh, what's with this chair, Jack? It looks like it's really old." "It came with the boat.", I replied, "My friend used to own all of this, and that chair. He was of your kind, a shark guy. His name was Joe Finson, and we knew him for his size. He was so fat that whenever he went out fishing, we would all joke that the fish prices went up every time he hauled in a
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