By: Temari Tsukimura (he/she)
(Dreamwidth mirror) I’m a werewolf. A human-turned-werewolf. I used to be a normal human until I was mysteriously afflicted by a curse. One that twists my form into that of a wolf-like monstrosity. I didn’t like it, not even one bit. It was terrifying. But one day, for unknown reasons, the uncontrollable shifts stopped. Despite that, I remained a werewolf. I’m able to control when and how I transform. I have no problems with this now that I have full control of my shifts. But regardless, I’d still rather be human. Now that I’m able to voluntarily transform, I stay in human form much more than my werewolf form, almost never transforming past the point of having wolf ears and tail. I feel more comfortable as a human than as a wolf. I have nothing against being a werewolf, it’s simply a matter of preference and my species identity being more human than wolf. That’s what I started out as, and that’s what I’ve always known myself as on the inside in spite of everything.