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Maine could see his house in the distance, through the trees. It was hard to miss. It was the only house in the woods, and it was massive, including a garage right next to it that was almost the same size as the house itself. He rolled down the window, breathing in the rushing air. That was one benefit of living in the woods. All the air was fresh.
As he approached his driveway, he could see a figure standing at the side. A purple furred wolf. His snout was teal, and his tail was lined in three colors: lime, teal and red. Maine leaned his head back as he got closer, recognizing the person of whom was waiting for him. He slowly pulled in, stopping right next to the wolf.
“Did you need something, Treedor?”
The young wolf leaned down, smiling a bit.
“I was wondering if you were busy tonight.”
“Not you too.” Maine rolled his eyes, sighing in disgust, slowly rolling up his window and driving to his garage. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Treedor walking along side the black muscle car. Without even looking, he reached up, hitting a button, opening the garage.
As the Chevelle approached the inside, the garage was emitted in a bright light, revealing several other cars, and a few empty spots. He coasted his car into one of the empty spots and shut off the engine, the noise slowly dying down.
The door opened up, his feet slowly being planted firmly on the ground. He reached back, grabbing his new guitar, and closing the door as he pulled it out. He then proceeded to lock the door, and then turn his attention to the purple canine approaching him.
The pup shook his head, staring at Maine. “You know, you can be a stubborn mutt at times, you know that? All I wanted to know is you wanted to hang out with me and ZigZag tonight.”
The older wolf snorted, a slight smile emerging from his lips. “I know. And you think it’s a good idea to have me hanging out with Ziggy? I mean, he’s my friend, yes. But he’s also a jerk.”
“True. But still, it would do you good. You really need to get away from your house.”
“Thanks, but I’ll pass.” Maine walked past his friend, heading for the pathway to his house. The younger wolf followed close behind.
“Come on, Maine. You need to go out in the town. If you spend too much time to yourself, you’ll start becoming a hermit.”
“Is that a terrible thing?” He reached inside his pocket, pulling out his house keys and sticking it inside the door, turning it, waiting until her heard the clicking noise of his doing unlocking before turning the handle.
“Not unless that person is you. You are one of the most outgoing, friendly, helpful people I have ever known. This is not like you at all.”
“’Dor…Why do you think that I want to be alone? Because something tragic happened to me for the second time in my life…and this time, I can’t run away from it. I can only distract myself from it.”
Treedor extended his hand, gently placing it on Maine’s shoulder. “I know you are hurting, buddy. But your friends want to help you. We want you to forget about h-“
Maine shrugged off Treedor’s hand, looking him dead in the eyes. “Do not bring it up.”
The purple mutt let his lips droop slightly, lowering his gaze. “Sorry. I just want to help.”
“You know, you are starting to sound a lot like Laura right now.” Maine closed the door, hanging up his keys. “She called me earlier today, inviting me to a party. And when I said ‘no,’ she got that same sad tone in her voice, and said almost the exact same thing.”
“For a good reason! We just want to help you, Maine!”
“I know you guys do. But like I told Laura, I want some time to myself. Plus, I have plans tonight.”
“I really don’t think you should be by yourself.”
Maine raised his eyebrow, a funny grin emerging from his lips. “Oh you don’t, dad?”
“You should be with someone tonight. You seem more on edge than you have this entire past month.”
“I want to be alone.”
“I can’t let that happen.”
“And who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do, kid?”
“As a friend, I am strongly suggesting you be with someone tonight.”
“That’s not happening.” Maine jerked his head back forwards, walking into the living room and placing the guitar and case on the nearest couch.
“At least take Scrapes with you.”
Maine paused, tail swishing side to side. After a moment, he looked at Treedor.
“Isn’t he going to Laura’s party with his girlfriend?”
“First off, they are not official yet. Second, he didn’t want to go. You know him. He is shyer then you are when you are around girls you don’t know.”
The blue wolf began stroking his chin, pondering this thought. Then smiled, turning his attention back to the multicolored wolf.
“You know what? That’s fine. Scraps can tag along. He is the quietest of us all, and he is less likely to bother me with trying to make me forget about things.”
Treedor crossed his arm, shaking his head. “Of course you’d hang out with the quietest one of us. Fine. I’ll call him now. What time should he show up?”
“Tell him to be here around 6 PM. And tell him to wear at least a hoodie. He will want something warm to wear, now that the nights are getting chili.”
The pup pulled out his phone, dialing in Scraps number. “Will do. I’m just glad you decided to have someone come along.”
Maine turned away, his smile disappearing. “Yeah. It used to be her.” He slowly sat down, grabbing his T.V. remote, turning the idiot tube on, trying to pass the time.
The Story of Maine Chapter 2
It has been awhile since I wrote a story. And I have always wanted to write a story about my fursona, Maine. So I figured I would start ^u^ Hope you guys like it!

Note that none of these characters are based on real people or events.

Anyways, see you guys later!


Maine, Laura, Treedor, Scraps, and story belong to me, MaineIsTheMeta :iconmaineisthemeta:
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“Ow! Son of a…”
“I told you not to plug in that amp yet.”
The young eagle looked at the Labrador, glaring down upon him. “I figured you would have it fixed by now.”
The yellow lab turned his attention to the large amplifier once more, a small grin running across his lips. “Well, now you know that it isn’t.”
The bird turned away, steaming.
These two were working on amplifiers for the local music store in Boise, Idaho. Their entire job was to look at fixing malfunctioning amplifiers and broken guitars. This was one of their daily quarrels. All the store employees and regular shoppers were used to it and just ignored it.
The eagle looked around, trying to find something to work on in order to cool down. His eyes turned to a person he had not noticed before. A wolf. He began to study this new canine.
He was rather large, by the looks of him. His body was covered in a solid blue colored fur, except for a large, red streak running down to the tip of his tail. He wore a hat, which covered a full head of a much darker shade of blue hair. Two ears stuck out from little holes in the hat. He wore a black hoodie and cargo pants. He was hunched over, a guitar in his hands.
The young bird pointed to the wolf. “Hey. Do you know him?”
The canine turned, following where the eagles feathered finger was pointing, finally noticing the body of which was being spoken of. Slowly, he shook his head, going back to his work.
“He could be a new costumer.”
“Yeah. Maybe. Hold on a minute…” The young fowl cocked his head to the side, looking at the guitar in the wolfs hands. “I think he is trying to fix the guitar that we have been working on for a few months now.”
A low chuckle came from the lab’s throat. “Maybe you should warn him that he won’t be able to fix it.”
“Well, it will give me something to do, even if it only lasts for a few seconds.”
The bird slowly walked over to the wolf. As he got closer, he could hear the wolf mumbling words such as “you go here and you go here.” Once he was standing directly behind the blue fellow, he began to speak.
“Excuse me, sir. But I don’t think you will be able to get that guitar to work.”
Without turning his head, the wolf began to speak. “Really? Why not?”
“Because my friend and I have been working on that guitar for months now, and we haven’t been able to fix it. I can show you another guitar, if you’d like.”
“That’s okay. I’ll take this guitar.” The young wolf slowly reached down, picking up a jack, and plugging it into the guitar. He then turned on the amplifier which the guitar was connected to.
A loud squawking noise came from the bird’s beak. “Sir. Trust me, no matter what you do, that guitar won’t wo-“
He was interrupted by a loud, heavy sound coming from the amplifier. He stared at amazement as the wolf began to pick away at the strings, sounds emitting from the amp with each stroke that was made with the pick. His blue fingers ran up and down the fret board of the black, V-shaped guitar with movements as fast as lightning. The wolf ended his performance with one last strum on the top three strings, giving one last epic boom from the amp.
The wolf slowly stood up, holding up the guitar, a smile on his face. “Yep. I think I will buy this.” He looked at the fowl, noticing his eyes were wide open and beak was hanging open. “You’re wondering how I got it to work, aren’t you?”
The eagle nodded his head, his face frozen in an expression of bewilderment.
The lone canine let a low chuckle escape his throat, a smirk on his face. “You guys didn’t check the wiring in the jack. The wire wasn’t even connected. The rear humbucker pickups were not connected, either. Just connect those, and you’re golden. Now, how much is the guitar?”
The bird of prey stared at the wolf for a few moments, mouth hanging open the entire time. He finally broke the silence. “It’s..uh, it’s…”
“It was originally $1,000,” interrupted the yellow lab, walking up next to the still awe-stricken eagle. “…but no one has been able to fix that guitar for 4 months now. Since you managed to do it in just a few moments, you can purchase it for $700. We’ll even throw in a case for it.”
The wolf’s lips parted upward, a full row of very sharp teeth being revealed to create a big smile. “Thanks!”
Before any of them could say another word, the wolf picked up a case for the guitar and took it and the guitar to the checkout station. As he pulled out his wallet and put the cash on the counter, the lab smiled.
“I have to ask,” the yellow mutt said as he took the cash and gave the wolf back his change and a receipt. “…are you a roadie? Some of the best guitar mechanics I know were, or still are, roadies.”
The wolf chuckled as he slid the guitar into the case, zipping it up and slinging it over his shoulder. “No, sir. I am just a wolf who loves music and working on guitars.” He then turned around, heading out the door, leaving the lab standing there, grinning, and the eagle there, eyes and mouth still wide open.
As he walked to his car, he could feel his right pocket vibrating. He reached inside, pulling out his phone and checking the caller ID. A picture of another young wolf covered the screen, half her face orange, and the other half purple. There was a big smile on her face and she was holding up her fingers in a “peace” sign. The wolf sighed, hitting the “accept call” button and putting the phone up to his ear. He could hear a cheerful voice on the other end of the phone.
“Hey, Maine! How are you doing? Are you doing well?”
“What do you want, Laura?”
He could hear the young female growling slightly. “Geez, Maine. If that is how you answer the phone to your friends, then it’s a wonder how you have any friends at all!”
“That’s because you generally don’t call me on a Saturday unless you want to either hook me up with a date, or get me to come to a party, neither of which I am a big fan of.”
“Hey! That’s not true at all!”
“Really? Tell me, then: When was the last time in the last month that you called me to hang out or just chat?”
There was a long pause. “…uh…”
Maine snorted. “Exactly. So, tell me. Which is it: setting me up for a date, or inviting me to a party?”
“….Party.”
“Knew it. I am not interested.”
“Oh, come on, Maine! You have been spending alone time for the last month in a half! Ever since y-“
“Don’t remind me,” he said in a low growl. “I just want to be alone. Is that so hard?”
“Can you at least think about it?”
“No. And not just because I don’t want to. I made plans for tonight.” He slowly walked up to his car, a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS 454. He slowly unlocked the car door, putting the guitar case in the back seat, then sitting down, shutting the door.
He could hear Laura sighing deeply. He knew what was coming next. He prepared for the pouty voice.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to help. I know you were hurt. I just wanted to help out a friend.”
“I know,” Maine responded in a gentle, low tone voice. “Thank you. But this is something I need to get over on my own.”
He could hear her sighing more. He smiled, talking in an even more gentle voice. “Look. I promise that when I feel better, I will come to one of your parties. I promise.”
“That’s a promise?”
“Yes. And if I break that promise for no good reason, I will give you the chance to really clock me in the face.”
He could hear her chuckle a bit. “Okay. But just remember this: I may be a girl, but I have mean right jab.”
He chuckled, rubbing his right arm. “I remember. I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay. See you later, Maine.”
“See you later, Laura.”
He hung up the phone, putting it back in his pocket. He then inserted the key into the ignition. He turned the key, smiling as the big-block V8 roared to life. He sat there for a moment, enjoying the rhythmic rumbling of the engine. After awhile, Maine put the car into the first gear, pulled the classic muscle car out of the parking lot, and headed for his house.
The Story of Maine Chapter 1
It has been awhile since I wrote a story. And I have always wanted to write a story about my fursona, Maine. So I figured I would start ^u^ Hope you guys like it!

Note that none of these characters are based on real people or events.

Anyways, see you guys later!


Maine, Laura the Labrador, the eagle, and story belong to me, MaineIsTheMeta :iconmaineisthemeta:
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Kira got Swag, mother f**ker (AT) by MaineIsTheMeta
Kira got Swag, mother f**ker (AT)
Yet another art trade. This time, for :iconxxtheexiledonexx: This is her character, Kira. Tried to make her look cool XD Sorry if you don't like the cross I added on the arm-warmer. I didn't want a blank arm-warmer, and the cross was the first thing that came to mind :\ Anyways, I hope you like it, Exie! ^u^

See you guys later!


Kira belongs to XxTheExiledOnexX :iconxxtheexiledonexx:

Art belongs to me, MaineIsTheMeta :iconmaineisthemeta:
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Zed (JayxIsABrony) by MaineIsTheMeta
Zed (JayxIsABrony)
Finally! Finished one of my art trades!

This is the human version of Zed. I hope you like it, Jayx!

Thanks for taking a look! See ya!


Zed belongs to JayxIsABrony :iconjayxisabrony:

Art belongs to me, MaineIsTheMeta :iconmaineisthemeta:
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Hey guys! So, I am working on art trades right now, and requests. But I had an interesting idea: What if I did commissions for people, but with music? I mean, I know some of you guys have Youtube accounts, and I know all of you have personal characters. I could create some music for those characters or your accounts! Of course, this might be a really dumb idea. But I thought I would through it out there. My question is: if I did offer to do theme songs for you guys for a small price, would you want me to? Thanks! Hope to hear from you guys! See ya

-Maine
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  • Watching: Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D
  • Playing: Skyrim
  • Eating: Pizza
  • Drinking: Arizona Tea

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Not much to talk about. I am learning on how to become a game designer so that I can make really cool cgi shorts, and maybe make my own web series someday. I also love to play the guitar, I love anime, and I love owning people on Halo matchmaking. I also love to play a card game called "Cardfight! Vanguard".

I'm also a guy who likes to talk to people about their problems, whether it's my problems or their problems. I don't think I'm very good at trying to help people, but I am a good listener and I am very sympathetic.

Oh, and I am 60% Irish, 30% Scottish, 9% English, and 1%... whatever

Also, I am a born-again Christian. Don't like it? That's okay. I won't hold it against you XD You don't need to be a Christian to be an awesome person.

There are three rules that you should know about:

1. Don't mess with my religion
2. Don't mess with the people I love, family or friends
3. DON'T MESS WITH MY HAT!!!!!

DA Family (as of now)

:iconsecretsoftheshadows: Sister: What can I say? Best sister a guy could have. Loving, kind, and is always there when I need someone to talk to to cheer me up. ^^ I am so lucky she is my friend. Not many people would put up with me XD
Actually, there is so much more to say about her. She is by far the best friend I have had in my life. She is always there for me when I need her most and is always willing to cheer me up. She has put up with me when I have been happy, sad, and mad. I would not let her go for anything and I plan on never leaving her side. She is more to me than a sister. I wouldn't give her up for anything. I mean it. From the bottom of my heart, thank you, Secrets.
Also, our oc's, Helmer and Asuna, are still married X3

:iconcheeseball987: Brother: The friendly and weird cat that always gets us in trouble, but I still love anyways XD

:iconmaruko-uranai: Brother: A guy that is not afraid to help me when I am feeling really down

:iconkuigi3: Brother: An awesome guy who would rather make friends then start fights

:iconravynray: Sister: A kind and loving girl who is there when I need to talk to someone

:iconthe-swaggy-monster: Sister: The crazy one of the family who is not afraid to act crazy around anyone

:iconfierasey: Sister: The girl who goes around poking people

:iconadolas: Sister: Tomboy sister who is there to cheer me up when I need it, or there to just chat for the heck of it

:iconpuqq: Sister: Awesome sis that thinks of some of the weirdest things to say, that tends to make me break into a smile

:iconmax-dragon91: Aunt: A nice, caring girl who is not afraid to take time out of her life to cheer someone up

:iconthecyberraven: Uncle: The uncle who will be perfectly fine one moment,then completely insane the next moment, but is awesome every moment

:iconyuka-strike: Cousin: The kind and loving cousin who is there to support her friends

:iconsupersonicinferno: Cousin: An awesome person who is friendly and loves the Sonic universe just as much as I do ^^

:iconwinter-fluff: Cousin: longlonglonglonglong SUPER long lost cousin XD She tends to get a little over confident in her powers, but she is still awesome to hang out with ^^

:iconcombat-paws: Cousin: My cousin who can tell when something is stupid and dumb and when it's okay, and see's a lot of the same things that I do (but expresses it more than me)

:iconfrostedclovercats: Cousin: Always there to make me feel better about my art, and an amazing artist

:iconsbacty99: Bro: The girl who is always there to make me feel better, and prefers to be called "bro" around her close friends


^^ HelmerXAsuna stamp by SecretsOfTheShadows Asuna and Helmer stamp by The-Swaggy-Monster Helmer the Hedgehog Stamp (test) by MaineIsTheMeta comission stamp sakura by HavickTheLion Winter Fan stamp by winterglow-the-kitty Disturbed Stamp by Kezzi-Rose Skillet, Awake by TheSaladMan Aerosmith Animated Stamp 2 by dA--bogeyman #026 Raichu by xXEclipseTheCatXx [stamp] Traditional Art by PizzaFisch AC DC Stamp by joanchris
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SecretsOfTheShadows Featured By Owner 3 days ago
X3 hi! Tomorrow is mole day! 6.02x10 to the 23 power. :)
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MaineIsTheMeta Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Hobbyist Artist
What??? XD 
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SecretsOfTheShadows Featured By Owner 3 days ago
X3 chemistry. We had mole day last year. I still remember it from last year!
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MaineIsTheMeta Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Hobbyist Artist
Oh, cool!
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SecretsOfTheShadows Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2014
Hey!! :) just wanted to say thank you for making me happy! Goodnight! 
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MaineIsTheMeta Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
I'm glad!! ^u^
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XxTheExiledOnexX Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
AT Maine by XxTheExiledOnexX
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MaineIsTheMeta Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
No problem ^^
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