#amphitherekin

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Some days you just wanna 

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Have you ever just *happy dragon noises* 

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Me: Wow, my phantom limbs kind of hurt. They sure do irritate me throughout the day. What an inconvenie-

My period cramps: Hello

My period cramps: It’s me 

Me, through tears while writhing on the bedroom floor: I’ll take those wings back now 

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I've been reading up on some scholarly articles about therianthropy, and I keep seeing their subjects talk about seeing their animal in the wild and wanting to join them. I keep doubting my Dragonkin-ness and Amphitherekin-ness' validity because, man, at least they have real animals. 

But then I remember slithering through jungles and over pyramids, and I remember pacing over rocks. I remember expressing myself with a tail and wings. I feel so torn between logic ("Dragon's aren't real!") and my memories ("Uh, I was one.")

Do any other non-therian Otherkin struggle with that? 

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I’d love to follow more Otherkin blogs! Like/reblog if you post... 

Therian (Especially wolf/huskie or llama)

Greyhoundkin 

Dragonkin 

Amphitherekin (!!!) 

Manticorekin 

Mermaidkin, Selkiekin, or Huldrekin 

Otherkin Aesthetic 

Otherkin selfcare

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So I decided to put my memories as Loss aside for the moment since I was just depressed and depressing. (I finally did leave my cave to hunt and eat a deer... and then collapse in my cave again.) Instead, I meditated focusing on my Amphithere-self. 

I still have no name, but I made leaps and bounds as far as memories. I started out slithering through the jungle and coming into a clearing where there was a mesoamerican step pyramid. There were some people gathered around it, with dark skin and hair, wearing only skirts. 

My Amphithere-self thought they were friends. I slithered up and rested my chin on one’s head. But my “Now Me” could clearly tell that they were terrified. 

I scratched some skin off my horns on the pyramid, which appeared to be some sort of shrine with a feathered serpent relief above the doorway. Then I slithered off again, perfectly content. 

(Which reminds me, I now realize my Amphithere-self had horns! I had previously assumed myself to only be scales and feathers, with a feathery crown of sorts around my head.)

I don’t want to read into things too much, but I believe that the people there might have had something to do with my Amphithere parents. Perhaps they killed them unwittingly and began to worship me out of fear? 

Like I said, I don’t want to read into things too terribly much, but it seems to fit the feel and setting of what I saw. I’ll be posting any updates I have. 

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Working on an image of my Amphithere self. Not too shabby so far. :)