Anthropomorphs now compose about 1/5th of the total world population. Michael is among them. He's a Wolf with a bit of Dragon in his blood. He hates to be angry, and wants nothing more than good friends, and a steady home and job. Unfortunately, humans still are not as forthcoming as they likely should. Recent legal decisions have made it possible for Anthropomorphs to be -officially- given legal equality with all other humans. However, prejudice still reigns, and the established governments have little infrastructure to deal with the influx of hate crimes. In this morass, Michael and others try to make their way. The few people who are allies of the "Furries", as they are known, are also given trouble, but throughout this hell, some lead happy, well fulfilled lives. --- In this RP, what are you? What is your Species, whether Human or Furry? If you are a human, are you an enemy or ally? How will you interact? Let's see what happens in the lives of our people. +++ Michael sat on the stoop of his old, haggard travel-trailer, in the parking lot of a huge truck stop. His van was out of fuel, and he was too. Hungry, hot, and exhausted, he sat where the breeze could blow in his face. His fur matted against his skin, and his tongue lolled out, as he panted. Occasionally, a passerby would either walk by and shake their head, or yell and jeer, something which did nothing for his mood. He reached inside the door for a bottle of water, which was lukewarm, and drank it thirstily. He shook his maw, discharging the excess droplets from his muzzle. He sighed, and waited.