
(Why is 'black bear' not listed under species, but 'brown bear', 'kodiak bear', and 'grizzly bear' are, despite both 'kodiak' and 'grizzly' being subgroups of 'brown' while 'black' is a separate species entirely?)
In any case, species selection rant aside, this is a character that came into my head when a friend started asking me about whether or not Mercedes the P.I. vixen would ever have a reason to go to California. Cinnamon here is, in fact, a 'cinnamon bear' (well, strictly she's a California black bear with cinnamon colouring, which happens occasionally). California has a bear on its state flag (even though that's technically a grizzly bear), so it seemed an appropriate spirit animal for living in California.
Cinnamon is basically an old-school hippie (old-school enough to have actually been alive when the hippie movement first started), and runs a commune that consists mostly of other shapeshifters and spirits, with a few humans as well to help act as contacts to the outside world. (In Mercedes' world, shapeshifters show up in their true form on cameras as well as in mirrors, so they don't venture into urban areas much, as those are often dotted with cameras.) The commune is located in south-central California, not far from the Mojave desert, and in fact not far from Joshua Tree National Park; members of the commune have often worked there as park rangers. Of course, once you're outside of the more trafficked parts of the park, there's a lot of land out there that nobody ever visits; lots of spaces for a bunch of people who aren't actually strictly human to hide and live off the land so long as they don't cause too much of a fuss. Most of the people in the area know there's a hippie commune out there, and aside from a few folks who hate hippies on general principles, in general they're just written off as 'mostly harmless, and they bring good stuff to local farmer's markets'.
Artist's posting at /view/47302386/, so go check things out there. And I think there are still a couple more slots left for sketches like this today.
In any case, species selection rant aside, this is a character that came into my head when a friend started asking me about whether or not Mercedes the P.I. vixen would ever have a reason to go to California. Cinnamon here is, in fact, a 'cinnamon bear' (well, strictly she's a California black bear with cinnamon colouring, which happens occasionally). California has a bear on its state flag (even though that's technically a grizzly bear), so it seemed an appropriate spirit animal for living in California.
Cinnamon is basically an old-school hippie (old-school enough to have actually been alive when the hippie movement first started), and runs a commune that consists mostly of other shapeshifters and spirits, with a few humans as well to help act as contacts to the outside world. (In Mercedes' world, shapeshifters show up in their true form on cameras as well as in mirrors, so they don't venture into urban areas much, as those are often dotted with cameras.) The commune is located in south-central California, not far from the Mojave desert, and in fact not far from Joshua Tree National Park; members of the commune have often worked there as park rangers. Of course, once you're outside of the more trafficked parts of the park, there's a lot of land out there that nobody ever visits; lots of spaces for a bunch of people who aren't actually strictly human to hide and live off the land so long as they don't cause too much of a fuss. Most of the people in the area know there's a hippie commune out there, and aside from a few folks who hate hippies on general principles, in general they're just written off as 'mostly harmless, and they bring good stuff to local farmer's markets'.
Artist's posting at /view/47302386/, so go check things out there. And I think there are still a couple more slots left for sketches like this today.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Bear (Other)
Gender Female
Size 751 x 1000px
File Size 123.5 kB
Possibly; the actual 'cinnamon bear' subspecies tends to be a lot more common further east into New Mexico and Utah.
And yes, she is welcoming and friendly. Granted, it's the particular sort of 'friendly' that comes from 'I'm big enough that most people aren't stupid enough to start fights while I'm around'.
And yes, she is welcoming and friendly. Granted, it's the particular sort of 'friendly' that comes from 'I'm big enough that most people aren't stupid enough to start fights while I'm around'.
It's made tremendous sense to me during my lifetime before, after and during my participation in Furry Fandom and hearty appreciation for Macrofurs or just very big, massive fursons of appreciable difference in size to me and sharing our mutual physical company into the bargain, that with very few exceptions the biggest fellow fursons I've met, known and loved are likewise the least likely to use their immense strength and weight to deliberately hurt others.
I don't know if this term is worthy of or proof as a proverb, but I very deeply believe in its meaning: "The giants are also the peacemakers." The difference between a living giant or giantess, who has known and been familiar with their immense size and strength from within all or most of their lives, and a human-sized pilot inside a building-sized, humanoid combat artifact is that the pilot usually doesn't have to live there, and can't know what that titan mech feels, perceives or experiences natively to its size, if that combat robot has a central processing unit, cognition and self-awareness of enough potency that it could know and tell its pilot directly, or even if it could do so and report its experience in real-time to the human pilot within.
Cinnamon I feel sure from her story told me thus far by you, Jenora, is the kind of person who doesn't think first with her fists or feet in personal problem-solving, but reasons rather than considers a wholly physical resolution unless that extremity of force is necessary, and even then it's never something she enjoys and afterwards her recollection of the incident likely bears regret more than anything.
A bear, however hungry, will never demand the lion's share, but instead the bear's generous helping offered to others first, then will take enough to fill her belly and share their meal together. And there's nothing like the mighty hug of a gigantic ursine shared in thanks after breakfast, supper, or a little wolf giving a great bear-woman's enormous feet a footrub or two.
-2Paw.
I don't know if this term is worthy of or proof as a proverb, but I very deeply believe in its meaning: "The giants are also the peacemakers." The difference between a living giant or giantess, who has known and been familiar with their immense size and strength from within all or most of their lives, and a human-sized pilot inside a building-sized, humanoid combat artifact is that the pilot usually doesn't have to live there, and can't know what that titan mech feels, perceives or experiences natively to its size, if that combat robot has a central processing unit, cognition and self-awareness of enough potency that it could know and tell its pilot directly, or even if it could do so and report its experience in real-time to the human pilot within.
Cinnamon I feel sure from her story told me thus far by you, Jenora, is the kind of person who doesn't think first with her fists or feet in personal problem-solving, but reasons rather than considers a wholly physical resolution unless that extremity of force is necessary, and even then it's never something she enjoys and afterwards her recollection of the incident likely bears regret more than anything.
A bear, however hungry, will never demand the lion's share, but instead the bear's generous helping offered to others first, then will take enough to fill her belly and share their meal together. And there's nothing like the mighty hug of a gigantic ursine shared in thanks after breakfast, supper, or a little wolf giving a great bear-woman's enormous feet a footrub or two.
-2Paw.
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