I think Joan of Arc’s fursona would be a dog called Joan of Bark, but my partner thinks it would be a phoenix, which seems insensitive to me, but neither of us are furries, so I guess we don’t really get a say either way.
I promise I’m not trying to be pretentious here.
Jeanne d’Arc’s last name is d’Arc. An overly-literal translator insisted it stood for “of Arc”, and that’s why we know her as Joan of Arc. At the time, she was more commonly known as “Jeanne la Pucelle”, meaning “Joan the Maiden” or “Joan the Virgin”.
anyways since her main attack strategy was “hit them until they stop moving” I think she’d be a gorilla.
*taking notes* What else do you know about this beautiful world?
deliberately forging a long distance polycule such that each member is situated at the point of a pentagram around the united states and when we charge our JO crystals at the same time all walmart supercenters are replaced by affordable housing
Pieces of Viking pottery with traces of cat and dog paws, seen at the Musée de Normandie in Caen Castle
“So back in the day pets already ruined their owner’s artwork.” - My sis who took the photo
“ruined”? made better
It’s very humanizing to imagine some poor potter in the past screaming “nnnnooooooo bad kitty” somewhere in Scandinavia
If it was ruined, the artisan wouldn’t have baked it.
That’s… that’s a delightful point you just made.
This person chose to bake and keep their cat’s artistic contribution.
i was in spain once and there was a building with a tile that had been laid down in roman times: it had a dog’s paw print. and the thing was that after the dog did that print, the wet tile was dried, and then fired, and then shipped, and then laid, and for two thousand years every person who encountered that tile thought ‘aw! paw print!’ and kept it. this vast agreement by thousands of people over all these centuries, in memory of a dog only one of us could have met.
i loved that tile.
Every comment.
As anyone who has worked with wet clay knows, these pawprints could be removed with a dab more clay and a stroke of one hand.
That they weren’t, says all that needs said.
The hand was too busy stroking something furry that purred or wagged its tail.
