Истории Maskmaking

im still taking a break cuz i was super stressed but i i kept saying i was gonna do this but never did so i thought i would post this as an update

It's a mirror, a den, a battlefield, a dreamscape stitched together with thoughts I couldn't say out loud. It's where the snow never melts and wings never fold. Where my fox-soul paces restlessly between entries, and my wyvern heart burns in the margins. Here, I am feral and honest. No filters. No masks - except the ones I made myself. If you found this... You're either a therian, otherkin, or just curious. Maybe all three. But before you read on, I have one question: Are you ready? -- Oookay seems like I was a bit too dramatic lmao xD anyway, you'll find shenanigans of my daily life as an alterhuman in here! Woohoo! Yeah that's it.