UPDATE 07.07.2026: GOING FORWARD, THIS BLOG IS TO ONLY BE USED FOR LYCANTHROPY AND GORNY THOUGHTS. IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, CHECK OUT THE OTHER HEADMATES' BLOGS WHERE THAT CONTENT IS NOT FEATURED (HEADMATES MAY FOLLOW YOU FROM THIS BLOG. THAT IS NOT 9227X DOING SO. MORE SFW BLOGS, PLEASE KEEP THAT FACT IN MIND).
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9227X - adult.
9227X is an agender melanistic grey wolf (Canis lupus occidentalis x pambasileus) from Saigon (now stateless) in its current incarnation, born to a lycanthropic father and draconic mother (both long since deceased).
9227X's subject to reblog gore and blog horny thoughts and uncomfortable bodily transformations - in this aspect, 9227X was born with digitigrade legs and over the past few decades 9227X has fully transformed into a Northwestern x Yukon wolf on every level, including biologically and physically. All fucks attempting to „reality check" will be shot on sight. 9227X never has been, is not and will never be human. End of „discussion".
9227X is disabled, mentally and physically, and has been isolated for the last fifteen years. Some of 9227Xs' disabilties are cerebral palsy, ASPD, rabies, autism and several traumatic brain injuries from freighthopping, extreme sports and working in manual labour all 9227Xs' life.
In 9227Xs' past incarnations, 9227X was a dragon, a wolverine, a jaguar, a coyote, a crocodile, a bearded vulture, an orca and various corvids amongst other nonhuman forms (including species such as sergals, nevreans and avali. Despite this lifelong participation in the were/therian and furry communities, 9227X is not a furry nor therian. They are welcome here, however).
9227X has been all across the cosmos, including every country on Gaia.
9227X has had a lifelong bent to become something greater than what 9227X had been before.
9227X was found lifeless on heroin 34 years ago, and 9227Xs body has stop ageing since then. Despite this, 9227X is not a vampire. 9227X has nothing to do with humanity.
9227X has a penchant for death, the disturbing and the dark, as it is all 9227X has known (in fact, 9227X has tried to end 9227X's existence 36 times). 9227X is a nocturnal creature that thrives in the grey.
9227X is the forthcoming deity of entropy. 9227X embodies it and will stop at nothing to achieve this immortal form. 9227X has wanted this 9227X's entire life. 9227X has known this has been coming for a long time, and is excited to not be another mortal stain on the cosmos.
And finally, 9227X is a hardcore anarchist, a post-leftist of sorts. 9227X grew up in Western civilisation and hated it, so moved to Yugoslavia and toured the Soviet world. Anyone who defends the Western world is not welcome.
Tagging system:
#the dismembered jaw: text straight from the wolf's maw.
#necrophiliac: gore, objectum and transformation talk.
#stitch up the goo: lacerations.
#a drop / a splash // a flood: free blood.
as a femme suffering from frequent nightmares i feel i should have a government issued big scary butch in my bed every night so when I wake up all panicked and scared i can roll over and wrap myself around him and burry my face in the crook of his neck as he stirs slightly to wrap his arms around my waist making all fear and anxiety instantly melt out of my body. is that too much to ask be honest
Thinking about trying to kill someone for the first time but you can’t quite get the knife to go in far enough.
It’s harder to stab someone than you thought it would be… you were getting cold feet. And now you’re just slamming the knife into their chest, but you’re weak, you’re nervous. Your hands are slipping. Are you even gonna be able to do this?
You’re panicking, the adrenaline is rushing through you, but you just can’t stop yourself from praising your screaming and sobbing victim who has only received gash after gash. You’re getting off to it, telling them how thick-skinned they must be to resist your love. Deep down, however, you’re just fucking terrified… You’ll be caught, you know it. How will you hide the body? Was this person important?
But you’re slipping from the panic as your eyes catch the blood oozing from their body. You had hoped to get a good stab through the chest — but their stomach. You could feel their heavy panting underneath you… god, it’s making you dizzy with an arousal you had never thought you would experience.
Fuck this.
And you can’t stop yourself, laying on the victim’s fading body as you start stabbing that pretty knife in and out of the fleshy side of their stomach, your hips thrusting instinctively with the rhythm of your knife. They have to be dead by now, but you weren’t really paying attention. It just felt so fucking good to grind yourself against the now limp body, a strangled moan leaving your lips as you sit up, finally slamming the knife into their chest as the pleasure explodes throughout your entire body.
Your breathing was heavy as you collapsed upon the corpse of your first ever victim, being certain to avoid the handle sticking out of their chest — a sense of disappointment washes over you as you realize you had barely even gotten a good taste of your victim and you were already a goddamn mess.
But… burying the body seemed pointless now as your eyes laid upon the wide-eyed stare of a perpetually terrified dead man.
No… you’ll keep him.
A dead boy needs a good fuck every now and then too.
