Therian Diary

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Nothing eventful happened yesterday. I could have updated but I didn't feel up to it. I think on the days that not much happens, I'll fill in some details about dreams and stuff.

Today I'm driving up into the mountains, to a nice forest called Emerald. Too bad wolves don't live in my country. I hope to move to one where they do live when I get older, though. It would really be an experience to see one of my own kind right in front of me. I also think that I would be better off in a colder environment.

I m-shifted earlier this morning. I was going outside to wake up my dogs, and I sat there for a while with them. All of a sudden my thoughts were a blur and I wasn't human anymore. It's really hard to describe how I felt, and I know if I were a therian for longer I could actually try to make sense of it. I've been feeling phantom limbs on and off, mainly when I'm meditating though.

I also have an urge to howl, especially when I'm around the friends I hold closest to me. I have told them that I was a therian, but they didn't really think much of it and just continued doing what they did normally. Talking about friends, I should mention a strange encounter with a girl in my civics class.

Let's call her A. A and I have known each other for a while now. She was one year ahead of me (which now I find hard to believe.) and we spoke often about fandoms and such. She was really into werewolves and vampires and creatures of the night. I asked her if she was a therian and she replied "yes, of course!". I got excited. But then, knowing her I had to ask a few questions.

"Do you believe in physical shifting?" I asked.

"Yeah I do! And if you can't physically shift, you're not a real therian." Replied A.

This is when my hopes for a buddy crumbled. If you know the slightest bit about therianthropy or just being a fucking human, you will know that we CAN NOT physically shift into any other being. It is downright impossible. This is when she starts talking about how therians are oppressed and being shot by "hunters".

"I just find it so cruel that we have to be put down!" A claimed.

I was too busy contemplating putting my face into a paper shredder to stop and correct her. I let A have her fantasy, and we never spoke about therianthropy again. Before the topic ended, she even claimed that there were wolves living around our area. Was she crazy? She didn't seem to know the slightest about being spiritual or anything, she told me she didn't meditate and doesn't care about the spiritual side.

I'm glad I don't talk to her anymore, to say the least. And that concludes my entry for now. I might write at the end of the day to make up for yesterday's lack of entry, we'll see. I'm aiming to make these about 500 words each, so it shouldn't be that hard. Seeya soon.

-Psychedelic wolf