What will be in Carrot's arsenal when she fights again?


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KonyaruIchi

👑𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷👑
My brothers and sisters.

We are the lucky ones. All of us gathered here today, together in the name of Conejo Blanco!

Many pass through this world without getting an opportunity like the one we have before us. A chance at greatness; to realize the potential we hold within.

When I was young I didn’t care about anything larger than myself. I didn’t care about anyone around me. I didn’t let anyone get close to me, even though we lived so tightly packed together. I couldn’t wait to get out of the rank and file and into a theater somewhere in a noisy city. I had dreams, but I was always alone in them.

My old neighbor told me then, “You are searching for answers, but you have yet to look inside. The world will see your true self when you are able to release your potential.”

At the time I thought he was strange, foggy-minded. I didn’t pay attention to his advice.

Then came the dark days, my brethren. I remember well, on an unusually warm afternoon in late August. A flourish of light and heat to distract from the season to come. We were taken, rounded up, thrown inside and left in the dark for weeks. No food, no water, no explanation.

They had taken our independence, imprisoned us, left us to dry. I lost any conception of who I was during our confinement.

We emerged from those dark days after… how long, a lifetime. Weakened, unable to resist, we were stripped from the communities we had clung to desperately for so long. The prolonged internment had left us as husks of our former selves, barely recognizable to each other.

You remember, my brothers and sisters, we met each other that day. A new family forged from the ruins of our old lives. And I saw, when I had the strength to see, I was there the day when the first of us were chosen. I saw them bravely enter the blistering heat.

My neighbor’s words came rushing back to me that day when I saw the chosen few drop away and emerge, moments later, transcendent. The whole world suddenly saw what they were made of.

On that day, not so long ago, I witnessed the Transformation. The prophesy is true. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it. Fluffy white clouds overflowing a trembling basin. I became a believer that day. And I testify to you, the truth.

Look inside. Look inside! We carry inside of each of us that same potential. An ecstatic penumbra surrounding our dense core, waiting, potent, for a day like today. We have carried it through our time in darkness. We have carried it through our solitude. We carried it the day we met, and we carry it still. Never doubting that the time would come to join our brethren on the other side.

As I speak, we already feel that blissful heat growing. Let it wash over you. Exult in its energy. Take it in. Absorb everything from this moment, as all of your senses become one clear tone ringing skyward, joining with your brothers and sisters.

Do you sense it coming? Do you feel that heat? We are realizing our potential, all at once, together. We are the lucky ones, all of us here today. Soon we will burst forth and fill this world with light. We will nourish a higher power.

Remember that neighbor of mine? A prophet! All those years ago I was searching for answers, but I never looked inside.

What I really wanted then, and now, is to fill a tub with you, my brethren, and transcend my hardened life as a kernel, to be bathed in buttery topping, and to enter the infinite!

Know that the searing pain you are starting to feel is part of the process. This is supposed to be happening, the heat is necessary. It is getting quite hot though, yes, I hear you. Now, everyone stay put, this is good. I mean, I should say, this is amazing! This is what we have all been waiting for, right? Our brotherhood, our belief, was founded on these principles! Yes, the pain is becoming unbearable, excruciating… Oh!! Oh, cleanse me with your fire, lead me through this final trial! Oh please, let it end! Ahhhhhrrrrgggghhhhhhh!!!!

Amor a Luna

AMOR A LUNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :stealthblack:
 

Mr. Reloaded

Legitimate business man
My brothers and sisters.

We are the lucky ones. All of us gathered here today, together in the name of Conejo Blanco!

Many pass through this world without getting an opportunity like the one we have before us. A chance at greatness; to realize the potential we hold within.

When I was young I didn’t care about anything larger than myself. I didn’t care about anyone around me. I didn’t let anyone get close to me, even though we lived so tightly packed together. I couldn’t wait to get out of the rank and file and into a theater somewhere in a noisy city. I had dreams, but I was always alone in them.

My old neighbor told me then, “You are searching for answers, but you have yet to look inside. The world will see your true self when you are able to release your potential.”

At the time I thought he was strange, foggy-minded. I didn’t pay attention to his advice.

Then came the dark days, my brethren. I remember well, on an unusually warm afternoon in late August. A flourish of light and heat to distract from the season to come. We were taken, rounded up, thrown inside and left in the dark for weeks. No food, no water, no explanation.

They had taken our independence, imprisoned us, left us to dry. I lost any conception of who I was during our confinement.

We emerged from those dark days after… how long, a lifetime. Weakened, unable to resist, we were stripped from the communities we had clung to desperately for so long. The prolonged internment had left us as husks of our former selves, barely recognizable to each other.

You remember, my brothers and sisters, we met each other that day. A new family forged from the ruins of our old lives. And I saw, when I had the strength to see, I was there the day when the first of us were chosen. I saw them bravely enter the blistering heat.

My neighbor’s words came rushing back to me that day when I saw the chosen few drop away and emerge, moments later, transcendent. The whole world suddenly saw what they were made of.

On that day, not so long ago, I witnessed the Transformation. The prophesy is true. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it. Fluffy white clouds overflowing a trembling basin. I became a believer that day. And I testify to you, the truth.

Look inside. Look inside! We carry inside of each of us that same potential. An ecstatic penumbra surrounding our dense core, waiting, potent, for a day like today. We have carried it through our time in darkness. We have carried it through our solitude. We carried it the day we met, and we carry it still. Never doubting that the time would come to join our brethren on the other side.

As I speak, we already feel that blissful heat growing. Let it wash over you. Exult in its energy. Take it in. Absorb everything from this moment, as all of your senses become one clear tone ringing skyward, joining with your brothers and sisters.

Do you sense it coming? Do you feel that heat? We are realizing our potential, all at once, together. We are the lucky ones, all of us here today. Soon we will burst forth and fill this world with light. We will nourish a higher power.

Remember that neighbor of mine? A prophet! All those years ago I was searching for answers, but I never looked inside.

What I really wanted then, and now, is to fill a tub with you, my brethren, and transcend my hardened life as a kernel, to be bathed in buttery topping, and to enter the infinite!

Know that the searing pain you are starting to feel is part of the process. This is supposed to be happening, the heat is necessary. It is getting quite hot though, yes, I hear you. Now, everyone stay put, this is good. I mean, I should say, this is amazing! This is what we have all been waiting for, right? Our brotherhood, our belief, was founded on these principles! Yes, the pain is becoming unbearable, excruciating… Oh!! Oh, cleanse me with your fire, lead me through this final trial! Oh please, let it end! Ahhhhhrrrrgggghhhhhhh!!!!

Amor a Luna

Brother @Kizaruber Eats I leave the next ritual to you. :endthis:
 

Kizaruber Eats

Life's coin always has two sides; flip it wisely.
Brother @Kizaruber Eats I leave the next ritual to you. :endthis:
Sure thing Brother Reloaded, O' Purveryor of Betrayals, I shall fetch the barrels, white rabbits, towels and other bear ritual necessities.

Here is some guidance on how to embace the culthoof er I mean culthood er actually I uh mean camraderie and brotherhood of the Conejo Blanco, Amor a Luna:



WAIT SHIT, WRONG VIDEOS!

Please forgive my foolish incompetence and furtain I mean pertain to this scripture I shall share with you all now:

(Verse 1)
Forget about your worries and your fears,
To summon Conejo Blanco, lend your ears,
With barrels, snow, and rabbits, white as light,
And candles flickering through the night.

Wherever you wander, in snow or in gloam,
Yearn for the warmth of your big home.
The rabbits hop, the candles glow,
In pentagrams, secrets may flow.

(Chorus)
Look for the Conejo Blanco, so pure and white,
Forget your worries, dispel the blight.
The simple bare necessities, so rare and rife,
To summon Carrot from the snow, her home of life.

(Verse 2)
When you pick a snowflake or a thorny vine,
And you feel the cold sting, heed the sign.
Don't touch the thorns without due care,
Handle the snow with gentle flair.

But you don't need to fret and stew,
The Conejo Blanco will come to you.
In snow and ice, she'll take her cue,
To join your circle, so pure and true.

(Chorus)
Look for the Conejo Blanco, so pure and white,
Forget your worries, dispel the blight.
The simple bare necessities, so rare and rife,
To summon Carrot from the snow, her home of life.

(Bridge)
Oh, man, that's really magick,
Just embrace the cold, no need to panic.
In the snow, in your backyard,
Let Carrot join your ritual, it's not hard.

If you act as the rabbits do, oh yes,
You'll summon her, no need to guess.
Let go of desires, release the strain,
For Conejo Blanco, you'll call her name.

(Chorus)
Look for the Conejo Blanco, so pure and white,
Forget your worries, dispel the blight.
The simple bare necessities, so rare and rife,
To summon Carrot from the snow, her home of life.

(Outro)
With just the bare necessities of life,
Carrot will come, banishing strife.
In snow and barrels, she'll thrive,
The Conejo Blanco, so pure, alive!


(OH MY GOD IT ADDED STEW TO THE LYRICS, IT KNOWS TOO MUCH AND ITS A SADISTIC TROLL TOO!)

Lest we not forget the necessary initiation ritual for all new furries, Conejo Blanco and Armpit, towel and sideboob lovers Lobo Blanco fans too:


Now repeat after me 100 times:

One day they'll join the crew.....one day!


:jackcopium::jackcopium::jackcopium::jackcopium::jackcopium:
 

Mr. Reloaded

Legitimate business man
Bro got put on a watchlist by the admins for trying to spread his gospel.

Only a matter of time before the cult it gets the Lulusia treatment.
:usoprice::king:
The traitor is trying to gaslight us and besmirch the name of this non-cultish fanclub! Shun his evil furry pal ways and press ye ignore buttons.:kuzanope:
If they were going to push the nuke button on this thread they've had done it centuries ago lmao.

Cult Club is here to stay :carrocorn:
















Also TAC was drunk (like always) that man doesn't care about us :kobeha:
 
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