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The Grass Touches My Forelegs

by ~SummonerWolf

the grass touches my forelegs making me think of bugs bumping against my skin. the thistles catapult themselves against my hind legs making me flinch and shy away. i hear a grumbling noise and i flatten myself in the grass with my ears pressed against my skull. my breathing becomes shallow and my eyes search the horizon carefully.
i see a bird chirping in a tree. my eyes and my ears point towards it and i lower myself in preparation to pounce.
i leap at it my paws before me. it escapes in a flurry of feathers and i snarl in frustration. i sink back to the ground with nothing present in my mind but the thought of a lost meal.
the bird alights in a different tree and titters at me. i flatten my ears and glower at it but i leave it be. i’m aware that i won’t catch it.
i hear yells and shouts and i drop to the ground fearing someone’s seen me. but the shouts continue uninfluenced by me. i hop up and bolt from the field. the human part of me begins to take over without meaning to but i fight it trying to feel animal for as long as possible.
i hear a turkey hen complaining and my ears and nose are on sharp alert. i crawl towards the noise slowly and quietly as i can but she must hear me and she dashes for shelter under the thick brush. i growl but it’s okay. i can find food later.
a big stench with big round wheels rolls towards me. i disappear into the trees and wait for the noisy thing to leave. it leaves and i am safe now. i dash to the big square shelter and i am scared of the big straight walls around me for a long time… but after a while, I don’t feel so animal, and I think that it is beautiful to be two species at once.
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If I already uploaded this, tell me and I'll take it down and give you 'thank you' kisses. lawl.

Mmm, yup. Been a little while since I posted therianthropy related writing, so here goes.
This was actually written a little ways back during my little identity crisis, and I just wanted to write about my animal side without suggesting a species. <3
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!Kibawolfsoul Sep 29, 2010
bueatiful ^^ i did that once and i actually caught the bird was chasing.
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~ForeverChagrin Sep 8, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is great and i dont believe ive read it before

we miss you on Red River.

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Thanks!

And I'm sorry! I was dumb enough to sign up right before I went on a little hiatus, and I kinda forgot about it. I'm going to make an effort to visit more often. <3

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Prompt: You Can't Fake It You can't fake it. It shows through. Your worst qualities dig to the surface in everything you do. Your most hateful quirks will be present everywhere, and everyone will always see them.
You can't fake it and you can't hide it, so shout it to the world.

I am melodramatic – a drama queen among drama-paupers. I flaunt my emotions and flair my feelings. I tip back my head and press the back of my hand to my skull – woe! Whether the occasion calls for it or not, I'll pull it as far and as long as I can.
It wouldn't matter if I could control it. If I knew what I was supposed to feel, then I'd know what was too much to feel.
But I Prompt: You Can't Fake It by ~SummonerWolf
'Personal' Therianthropy Lately, I’ve noticed some talk on Werelist about just how much publicity we as a community really want. Some believe it would be wonderful to have therianthropy become well-known, while others would just as soon keep themselves secret.
I can respect either opinion. It’s the people who insist that no therian should want to tell anyone about their therianthropy that perplex me. These people tell other therians that therianthropy is a personal thing that shouldn’t be shared with anyone, and seem to be convinced that anyone who wants to make their therianthropy public or even semi-public cannot possibly be a ‘serious, true t'Personal' Therianthropy by ~SummonerWolf
The Differences Between.... Pack: noun; a family group of mammals who rely on one another for survival.

The therian definition of ‘pack’ is a joke. We all know it. A bunch of random lonely strangers join a forum together and act like they have some sort of bond with one another. Sometimes, rules and strict ‘hierarchies’ are enforced, and they become a militant bunch of random lonely strangers joining a forum together. Other times, these forums are no more than roleplaying sites with delusions of grandeur. Most of the time, these places do not even foster friendship, let alone packmate relationships.
I am not here to tell you I am different, let alThe Differences Between.... by ~SummonerWolf
Meeting Ody -Narrative- As I open the car door and get out, eyes flashing nervously, I feel my muscles pull – tighter, tighter, too tight – until I begin to shake uncontrollably. My teeth clench and I push the shaking somewhere else: into my haunches, where it sits like a frightened dog in a thunderstorm.
Cody opens the door and walks out, greeting me and raising his arms out away from his side (in a hug?).
I stand sideways awkwardly and size him up, tail wagging slowly, cautiously. He has a soft face with the beginning of ‘scruff’ on his chin, and his brown hair curls in front of his face. He is skinny, I realize, and when he lowers his armsMeeting Ody -Narrative- by ~SummonerWolf
The Number One Misconception Therianthropy is not about a god, or about a set of rules. Animal people do not follow commandments, or have a ‘heaven’. Otherkin do not all go to a church, or have spiritual leaders.
Therianthropy is more about the way you think than what you believe. It is about instincts and perception and the way it all fits together.
When I let out a growl, it is not a small prayer to some deity above; it’s my natural reaction to being challenged. When I yelp, it is not a religious incantation – only a fear noise that seems logical to me to avoid confrontation. When I wrestle around, it’s not because my god wants me to; itThe Number One Misconception by ~SummonerWolf
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