This entry page is all that stands between you and information about a pretty neat fox.
However, that information is appropriate only for adult review.
There is no obscene material on this website, but Slava is an adult and prefers to avoid interacting with minors.

Santa will know if your selection below is a lie, and you won't get any nintendos this year if you lie, so please be honest.

• I am over 18
• I am under 18
• I am exactly 18

Like any fox, Slava has his favorite things, least favorite things, and active dislikes.
Some of these items are obvious, such as Slava loves being fed, doesn't like searching for food, and dislikes people who have food but are not currently feeding him.
He is a fox, after all.
Many of these likes and dislikes are less obvious, and Slava wants people to know what he likes, so he barked at us until we made this page.

Slava also wanted us to mention that it should go without saying, but he absolutely will not tolerate racism, sexism, genderism,
queerphobia of any type, or hatred based on any immutable attributes or ethnic/cultural background.
Violence against any person or animal in Slava's presence will elicit an aggressively protective response.There is no room for violence, hate, bullying, or othering in Slava's presence.

I'm going to attempt a brief real-world history of my fursona. As my fursona is of extreme importance in my identity and lifestyle, I feel that my fursona's roots and significance deserve some explaining.I created my fursona as a stand-in for myself in my imagined scenarios and fan fiction set in many fictional universes, such as Disney's Robin Hood, Sonic comics, TMNT, and basically any other media that featured animal characters of an anthropomorphic nature. I chose fox as his species due to deep feelings I will get into elsewhere.
When I was growing up, I had a lot in my life that I needed to escape. Slava was an effective way to do this. His earliest incarnation came in 1989, when I was only five years old, long before I discovered furry, in 1996. Imagine my shock and excitement upon finding other people with their own animal characters!
The furry fandom became a haven for me at an early age, and it was something I needed much more than I knew then.
The above hints at the nature of my fursona; an idealized extension of myself that helps me realize my fantasies, feel more like myself, and feel a sense of stability. Rather than merely a character I enjoy, Slava represents my oldest fantasies: a stable life, a safe existence with a place in the world, and a self that I like and can identify with.

For some, this may have led to their fursona becoming a sort of imaginary friend, or tulpa.

For me, it led to a merging of myself and my fursona until there was very little division remaining. I wanted to be Slava, and mostly succeeded in becoming him, or me, or whatever we are now.
I have a stable life, a safe existence, a purpose, many loved ones, and most importantly, I like myself.
My friends know me only as Slava. To them, my status as a fox is absolutely not in question. I don't expect this to ever change, meaning I'm sticking around the furry fandom for good, foxing about until they carry me out in a body bag.
End out of character perspective.

Where I come from is of little importance, other than to note that it's not here, and it's not now.I was a thief. I still am, but I used to be, too. According to the device I burgled, I originate from 872, but that means very little to me at this point. Time has become mostly meaningless to me.
When am I, again?

Regardless, I'm here to talk about myself because the guy who made me up told me that I needed to, in order to get people to like him more, or something. He's an ok dude, by the way. He made me, at least. He says it's 2025, by the way.
As my byline tells you, my name is Vyacheslav. It means "glory" in my ancestral tongue. Did you know that "Slava" is the affectionate diminuitive, or nickname, associated with my name? Try it out, it goes "SLAH-vah." Easier than that whole big mess my parents gave me, huh?
I'm a fox! A cross fox, more specifically. I could describe myself, but I happen to have a handy reference that I had made so that tailors could make me proper clothes, and so portrait painters could get the small details right. Check it out!

I suppose I should tell you a little bit about my history and activities, the things I enjoy, and other details about myself. It's why I'm dictating this, after all.
As I mentioned, I'm not from your now, whenever that now may be. I may not even be from your universe, dimension, or what-have-you. I am honestly not sure, because I have very little understanding of how my time travel device works.
About that device. . . yeah, I stole it from some cat who was silly enough to use it and then let his guard down in a place and time known for highwayfoxes such as myself. I suppose he's still stuck there. That was a mistake on his part.
I don't understand the science behind it, and I've had a few really close calls - dinosaurs, toxic atmospheres, surprise oceans - but I'm a fox, and nothing can resist me if I want to figure it out badly enough.
I can now dial it in, do my safety checks, and usually end up where I want to be. I am a thief, with a time machine!
I'm sure you're already thinking "he stole the mona lisa, didn't he?" Sure, I did, but I put it back, too. You see, now that I can visit any time I want to, I don't really have a place to keep my loot, or a reason to keep it. I usually end up putting it back nearish to the time I took it, and generally in the location where I found it. It's not like keeping it does me any good.
I do steal to survive - food, small amounts of money, transportation - but otherwise, it's really all just for fun. Time travel makes wealth seem empty and meaningless.
I've got a few friends in different times who I like to visit, but they're really none of your business. My closest friends are a Scottish puck and a raven I met while trying to steal the same thing she was. I also recently met a dog, a foxhound if you can believe it, and we've become closer than I have ever been with any other being.
I might be settling down for a while, as my device can only work for one individual at a time. This relationship feels important to me. Maybe time will become meaningful again after I've stayed here a while. Maybe I will pile up some loot.
Only time will tell.

I've created, altered, or otherwise made my desires come to life in a lot of different ways, over the years.
I am a skilled mechanic, graphic designer, web designer, sysadmin, tailor, carpenter, 3D model texturer and a lot more.
Here is a small sample of some of the work I have done, with absolutely no context.

I am currently working on setting myself up to accept fashion commissions as well as produce rack-ready clothing.
Check back for some kind of store, at some point!

The animal i know i am, somehow

Therianthropy? That's a heck of a topic.