Sibernethy's New Fursona 2026

I'm becoming a wolf. However both the purple fox, and the rabbit from before will always be there. I'm not getting rid of anything, I'm stacking them like layers as I change as a person.

The rabbit was my joy, my innocence, my lightheartedness, kindness, sensitivity, tenderness, and libido.

The fox was my intellect, my cunning, the death of nativity, my understanding of duality and opposites, and my years-long education in total isolation and darkness. Master of the mind.

Now we embrace the wolf. The wolf is my spine. My dignity. My resilience. My discipline and power of restraint. My absolute vexation-fueled defiance. My tribal fitness and ancient instincts. Decades of repressed violence, anger, vengeance, and the promise of vindication. My dormant leadership.

And my mean side if anyone tries to undermine any of it. This one has come back from the abyss with business to settle and no refreshments. This wolf doesn't care about his reputation or how others feel about him, and will gladly play the monster if someone foolish and impudent needs a grim kind of lesson taught. He gets the children to play nicely with each other, or else.

He's like an inquisitor, and one you don't want to piss off, as he will send the door sailing to the other end of the room into the wall, not just kick it down. And yet he's not a total braggart, a brute, or menace for the sake of. He's tired of watching the world burn around him because of the absence of leadership, and wants balance restored in a world currently suffocating from chaos and malfunction.

Wolves are called when the sheep start losing control of the steering wheel.