ren

he/it

[emptycanine]

welcome to my blog, about me below…

i’m Ren (he/it), i’m a canine therian and a producer/rapper, i’m 22 and around nyc.

TW: i have schizoaffective disorder, substance abuse disorder, cptsd and anorexia nervosa. i do not glamorize any of that shit. do not end up like me.

my kinlist:

main theriotype(s): silver fox, cross fox, marble fox

(the trickster)

survival theriotype(s): indian wolf, florida black wolf, w*ndigo

(the protector)

healer theriotype(s): mountain coyote, aardwolf hyena, carrion crow

(the scavenger)

strategist theriotype(s): border collie, black german shepherd (both long haired)

(the manager)

DNI:

i am 22 years old, i would prefer if those under 18 did not follow me.

don’t flirt. i am mated and territorially aggressive.

sh/ed/g0re/drugblr do not interact either.

[emptycanine]

backwoods… heheh… get it

[emptycanine]

if theres no hidey hole at the function im not going

[emptycanine]

thinking back, there’s one first prominent experience that made me realize my alterhumanity years later.

i think i was in third grade, and me and some friends at school were hyperfixated on warrior cats as most of us were back then. we used to play pretend at recess, and i vaguely remember the girl named Dollie making me so mad i went nonverbal and cried (i was like 8, no judgement here lmfao). it was because during our game, i wanted to be a wolf. she said no. then i wanted to be a coyote. she said no again, getting more irritated. then i concluded that i’d be a dog, since it would seem less “vicious.” she started yelling at me on some “you can’t be a dog animal!” shit in front of our whole friend group, so i left and didn’t say a word at lunch that took place after. i remember trotting my lil neurodivergent ass down the hallway all depressed after lunch, and looking back, i felt some form of weird emotion that day but i was too young to recognize it. i think i felt (subconciously to all of the following), unaccepted, invalidated, outcasted, misunderstood, and so much more. i never thought of that day again until recently.

its a funny childhood story, but since this blog is like a journal, i think it’s pretty significant

[poplarbark]

this image givbes me so much euphoria. i don t know where it comes from or what the original is but its one of my favourite images

[emptycanine]

a few weeks ago my bf showed me a post on twt where if you layer your thumb a certain way, it looks like how your paw would if you had them. mine are narrow but a little round, sharp edged, and looking at images of coyote paws vs my hand is mindblowing, it felt validating almost. i think the paw in the image provided is a wolf, but i been wondering if other ppl experienced such a thing ;-;

[emptycanine]

i think some ppl in the therian community misunderstand why i wear a real fur tail. and its not on some bullshit like yall think.

the fur industry is fried. cooked. unreal, just like the music industry, i see too much in the city. fur farms raise and kill pure little angel babies to supply the masses of celebrities who flex their riches. its disturbing.

tails are scraps to these ppl. they trash them, they throw away sacred parts of animal bodies and expect no spiritual harm to find them.

i have some odd morals, some following vulture culture, and this follows along with that. if you want a tail purely for the fur, not even considering any other aspects, fuck you.

these beings deserved a second chance. a “new life” if you will. so i give it to them by cherishing their remains of what once was instead of letting them rot in a fucking landfill.

so i’m stuck in the middle. therian, or vulture-culture-oddity-obsessed-taxidermy-collector?

why can’t it be about respecting what already lived and passed (even tragically), not pretending it never existed in the first place?

yall was missing the point. i’m not funding fur farms. i’m not hunting. i’m not hurting. i’m reclaiming. i’m honoring.

some therians cope with plush tails, faux fur, drawings, but for me, i feel chosen to carry the weight of the canines who came before me. theres just so much history you can’t get from woven plastic. it doesn’t make me “unethical.” it makes me me. this shit spiritual. this shit raw.

[c0y]

a coyote tugs at the strap of a trail camera [source]

[junojasper2]

”✨things to do when your a therian🐾” type of videos/posts lowkey piss me off. It’s always “draw your theriotype! Make therian masks! Jump over things! Build a den!” Not that there’s anything wrong with doing these things obviously but they’re so annoying to me because they just say literally the exact same things every time, the exact same, basic, stereotypical “tiktok therian” activities. And I doubt that any alterhumans who are bored will see these posts and think “oh!! I’ve never thought of that! How fun and exciting, I’ll go do these activities now!”

Anyways, if you have any “things for therians to do” suggestions I’d love to see them in reblogs

[emptycanine]

reblogging to reread the reblogs 🐾

[taxidermycanine]

i miss having a pack. a family to rely on. i miss their sound. the way they were

i wonder if they're out there somewhere, sometimes

[emptycanine]

i wonder if they’ll make it without me

[wolfspell]

I was never meant to be human

[coyote-official]

3 am pacing. start hearing a suspicious noise. tap on the door. the noises stop. it’s that fucking opossum

[d0gbite]

tw for talk about drugs (weed specifically)<3

when i get pretty high on weed, i tend to hallucinate that i’m physically shifting. frequently, it has to do with my theriotypes, but not always. usually i’m a dog or wolf, i can feel my ears growing from the top of my head, i can see my paws instead of hands.

but not always. once i had an extremely vivid sensation (like the most vivid one i’ve ever had) that horns were growing out of my head. devil horns or cow horns i’m not even sure. and every once in a while, i feel like i’m physically & mentally becoming an oc of mine.

and these hallucinations mean SO MUCH to me. i adore them with my whole heart. i would not trade them for anything. i love becoming something else. even when they’re terrifying and i’m convinced they’re real and not hallucinations, i love them. this is why ive mentioned them before on this blog. because i love them so.

anyway. rant over. i <3 drug induced physical shifting :)

[emptycanine]

this is so fascinating bc same, i wouldnt call them hallucinations for myself tho (im diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder, my hallucinations are much different, more visual than tactile), but moreso an instinct or a tactile shift. i been smoking weed medicinally since i was 13 to recover from an ed (muchies = eat eat eat! i’m 22 now for context) so this is an incredibly frequent occurrence for me too, it was so strong when i first started too. it makes the phantom feelings euphoric in a way, and luckily marijuana has like no negative physical health downsides (it kills cancer cells! i smoke cigarettes, unfortunately lmao). i haven’t found anything regarding research, but from my experiences the euphoria in the phantom feelings stem from some deep connection to my higher self, being a coyote/canine. i would rly like to learn more about this topic ;-;

[mxmorbidmidnight]

I CANNOT argue with nonhumans like whatever you say gorgeous creature. Can I do a biology depth study on you/make a conspiracy theory commentary video on you/ take unnerving pictures of you sneaking around in the woods/ feed you a peace of cheese/study you under a microscope? Babes I cannot you guys are so cool.

[emptycanine]

:*)

[canineentity]

“Why’d you do that?” Please remember that I am using what I’ve seen in humans to mimic them

[emptycanine]

and if i give a tone, no i didnt, you did!!

[emptycanine]

fit check last week 🍂

[therisingfog]

[reticentlycan]

I noticed I feel particularly wild when I experience negative emotions. As if I'm ready to snap.

I want to bare my teeth, I want to hunt, I want to roam vast valleys and thick forests... feel my paws hit the dirt.

I'm tired of living amongst humans.