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I didn't ask to be this. I didn't ask to be afraid. I didn't ask to be depressed. But most of all, I did not ASK to be canine.
I would much rather be something else. I'd rather be a spotty-coated leopard, or a wild-running brumby, or a quick-foot jackrabbit, or a sharp-witted porpoise, or a normal-functioning human.
But that's NOT what I am. I'm wolf, and it's not all beautiful, it's not all romance and wild thoughts. It's sex and hormones, it's smells and marking, it's territory fights and knowing not to turn your back to anyone, it's carrion and meat and not regretting the kill, it's submission and dominance, it's piss and shit and blood.
It's a fluffy tail and pointy ears and coarse fur and a tapered muzzle and big yellow teeth and thick claws and instincts and intellect, all rolled up underneath where you can't see them.
It's not faith, it's not meditation, it's not soul-searching, it's not dreams, it's not soul-names. It's thinking and knowing and observing and running and playing and feeling and needing.
It's not religious, it's not personal choice... The only choice I made was to accept myself. And as much as I want to be accepted for what I am, I know that it doesn't matter. I know that no matter whether you believe me or not, whether you think I am being silly, whether you think I'm insane, or whether you just don't understand, IT DOESN'T MATTER.
I will still be me, and you will still be you. I don't want anything from you, nor do I need anything. Just grant me the right to be me.
I would much rather be something else. I'd rather be a spotty-coated leopard, or a wild-running brumby, or a quick-foot jackrabbit, or a sharp-witted porpoise, or a normal-functioning human.
But that's NOT what I am. I'm wolf, and it's not all beautiful, it's not all romance and wild thoughts. It's sex and hormones, it's smells and marking, it's territory fights and knowing not to turn your back to anyone, it's carrion and meat and not regretting the kill, it's submission and dominance, it's piss and shit and blood.
It's a fluffy tail and pointy ears and coarse fur and a tapered muzzle and big yellow teeth and thick claws and instincts and intellect, all rolled up underneath where you can't see them.
It's not faith, it's not meditation, it's not soul-searching, it's not dreams, it's not soul-names. It's thinking and knowing and observing and running and playing and feeling and needing.
It's not religious, it's not personal choice... The only choice I made was to accept myself. And as much as I want to be accepted for what I am, I know that it doesn't matter. I know that no matter whether you believe me or not, whether you think I am being silly, whether you think I'm insane, or whether you just don't understand, IT DOESN'T MATTER.
I will still be me, and you will still be you. I don't want anything from you, nor do I need anything. Just grant me the right to be me.
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My wolf
His coat is white and iron gray
His eyes a glowing gold
I've seen him in my deepest dreams
The mirror of my soul
His heart is wild his soul untamed
His piercing gaze forever free
I know him well the wolf within
Because he is a part of me.
He sings in my soul when I stand in the forest
He stands at my side in the face of a storm
He growls in defiance when things stoke my anger
He comforts my heart when I'm lost and forlorn
Don't think to judge me for what I am saying
Don't try to tell me that I've lost my mind
Until you have searched deep within your own being
For in the search I know what you will find
In everyone there lives
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Therian
How long has it been since I was alive?
Gliding here in the skies, watching the sun and moon rise and set hourly, the winds shifting through my once physical form, the seasons no longer discriminate with the quick passing of time. When I first found myself here I felt I had to run to keep up with the changing, but I quickly realized the futility of the effort, since then resorting to floating on here effortlessly.
I no longer knew the feeling of sleep. I would close my eyes and open them to a whole new world, signifying that time had passed, but just how much? Now that I had no physical form to feel rest, to feel anxiety, how did I know whe
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My Terms to be Turned Werewolf
"If" I was offered the chance to be turned into a werewolf, I would accept – but only under the condition that it would be my ideal werewolf:
- It would be in accordance with God's will – I would not be evil or a monster unless I choose to be.
- The moon would have no affect on my mind or transformation ability.
- I would not be negatively affected by silver, holy water, crosses, etc.
- Transformations would not be excruciating.
- I would be able to change freely at will between human, anthro, and wolf forms.
- Changing would require envisioning myself doing things in the desired form and flexing specific muscles.
- Partial s
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Hesitant to post this here, because some of the people who watch me may not be kindly to the therianthropic idea. But that's the whole point of the writing, isn't it? That I don't care what people think about it anymore, and the only reasons I don't declare it to the world is 1. for relevance reasons, and 2. for my personal safety.
If you don't understand what I'm talking about, there are many places to find definitions, but my personal favorite right now is [link]
Note, because I am so sick of this, even though this is what this whole submission is about: Not every fucking lonely loser in the world is a therianthrope. Oh but, "I really like *certain animal*!" So fucking what? Just because you want to feel special, just because you want to feel better than the rest of the human race! You aren't some kind of super-thing! You aren't any better than anyone else!
*ahem* Thank you.
If you don't understand what I'm talking about, there are many places to find definitions, but my personal favorite right now is [link]
Note, because I am so sick of this, even though this is what this whole submission is about: Not every fucking lonely loser in the world is a therianthrope. Oh but, "I really like *certain animal*!" So fucking what? Just because you want to feel special, just because you want to feel better than the rest of the human race! You aren't some kind of super-thing! You aren't any better than anyone else!
*ahem* Thank you.
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im a therian too but i hate it when people at my school bring it up. i have been bullied a lot lately because of people bringing it up. this one guy got me a squeaky toy >
what i dont get is why cant people leave me the hot fuge ice cream alone! sorry. i cant cuss so i use ice cream flavors to cuss. but people have come to my house and asked if i wanted to go play fetch and my mom hates me now because i am "diffirent than other people." IM NOT! i just have an extra characteristic that people dont understand. and the school took away my tail because it showed that i was brave enough to be myself. the school said i can be who i want and dress how i want, but the second i put on a tail they took it away 
and they said oh i cant do that because its offensive. its not like im telling everyone to be a therian... thats not how it works. and my mom just hates everything to do with therians. she says its a cult and i could die for being a therian -_- at least i have my pack. and my friends who accept me for being who i am. my friend cody is like a brother to me and whenever i get depressed and i think about ending my life he stops me and wont let me because i am needed. i just wish my family was more accepting of me being a therian.
what i dont get is why cant people leave me the hot fuge ice cream alone! sorry. i cant cuss so i use ice cream flavors to cuss. but people have come to my house and asked if i wanted to go play fetch and my mom hates me now because i am "diffirent than other people." IM NOT! i just have an extra characteristic that people dont understand. and the school took away my tail because it showed that i was brave enough to be myself. the school said i can be who i want and dress how i want, but the second i put on a tail they took it away and they said oh i cant do that because its offensive. its not like im telling everyone to be a therian... thats not how it works. and my mom just hates everything to do with therians. she says its a cult and i could die for being a therian -_- at least i have my pack. and my friends who accept me for being who i am. my friend cody is like a brother to me and whenever i get depressed and i think about ending my life he stops me and wont let me because i am needed. i just wish my family was more accepting of me being a therian.