My body feels like it’s remembering more and more, my mind just can’t keep up with it.
I keep waving my arms in the air as if I have wings and I’m flying. These wing shifts fluctuate between feathered bird wings, scaly dragon wings, and feathered raptor arms.
My body moves naturally as if I have these wings. Like it’s on instinct, like I don’t even have to think before moving like a winged thing.
With the bird wings, they feel long, and slick, elegant and pulled outward from my body like thin, flexible surfboards. They’re swift, and they’re powerful. Like they’re able to cut through the air. They glide through the wind and know where to go. They feel like they look sort of similar to seagull wings. My fingers closed together and my thumb a bit out to feel like the curve base part of the wing.
With the dragon wings, they feel thick, and clawed. They feel like elongated fingers, stretched and molded into the form of bat wings, but bigger. They feel curved, like they reach out and grab the air. Like they can just pull me off of the earth in an instant with how large and powerful they are. They feel like they move similarly to the dragon wings of the dragons from Game of Thrones or House of the Dragon.
With the raptor arms, they’re a bit strange to define. The way they move feel like how a Light Fury would move its wings. Easy, smooth, but controlled, at the same time. My thumb feels like a claw, and the rest of my fingers, the feathers, each with a tiny claw on the tips of them. The way they move, feels like they’re trying to do something. Something careful, something familiar. It’s as if they’re trying to look good, look promising. They feel like they’re doing one of those “bird mating dances”. I know it’s weird to say, but it’s true.
All these feelings and instincts kicking in makes me feel more animalistic lately. And I absolutely love it. I feel like I don’t even have to try to feel nonhuman, I just am and it’s in my blood and muscle memory and my very being. My body remembers how I moved and how it feels to be something that’s nonhuman. It knows, my body knows, and it makes me feel a bit of species euphoria. Like it’s not just in my head, because my muscles, something physical, know how to move like an animal. It truly does. Not my brain, by itself, at least.
I’ve also been having strong and aggressive canine and feline shifts along with the avian ones, but I’ll save that for another post lmao. I’ve talked enough, this post is already getting too long I feel like XD
Now that I’ve got your attention…Ahem…let me introduce…
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My next post lmao
Yo! I’m sick af. I’ve been sick af for a while now, and I haven’t been getting many quality shifts lately. Sad. Sad boi. Sad boi time. Sad boi hours. BUT, I did just get the most amazing and vivid shift I’ve had in a while. I think I unlocked another memory. It was of my past life as a Raptor. It started out as wolf shift, as it had done so many a time before. They usually start out as wolf shifts cuz this table I stand on with just my arms makes it appear and feel as though I’m standing like a wolf. So I was doing the usually wolf stuff. Watching, sniffing, growling, ya know. And then, I saw it…
The back of my rider’s head. Dark, curly-ish hair. Color like dark chocolate. He wore a silver headband this day. The skin on the back of his neck, tanned from the sun. Dark, and clear, like cocoa. His robes were orange, lined with golden strips. His sandals brown and woven, slightly weathered from the desert sand. His thin but strong calves exposed. He speaks…
But I don’t know what he said, can’t remember. All I saw was his head moving left and right, his mouth opening and closing, and his arm waving side to side. And all I was doing was watching. I stood behind him, tall. Taller than him, taller than most others around us. Other Raptors, other animals and creatures. Dinosaurs. I must’ve been in my Raptor form…
I was very wary, very alert, cautious, quiet, careful. I saw, and heard, and smelled things, things that were foreign to my Raptor self. I had grown up in the jungle, so these things usually found in cities were unknown to me until this day. The day they brought me in from the jungle. When they found me, I was lone. My family no where to be seen, presumably had passed on. And I had lived on my own, until they found me…
I was a bit frantic. All these new things startled me. The “Fresh Meat”. I didn’t know anything, other than this man that was in front of me, took me in, and cared for me. So I stuck close to him. Clinging to his form like a lost toddler. He was my savior, my protector. My everything I know. My everything, now. I had no one else besides him in this moment of my life right now…
I nuzzled my shoulders and neck close to him, peeking my head out passed his shoulders to see everything around us. My backside felt vulnerable though, so oftentimes I would shift my weight and turn around as to protect my other end, as I knew there were others like me here. Others, who were male. And ready for a mate. They’ve been ready to take a mate for a while now, having been no other females here before. So I, was their center of focus now…
I got lazy and didn’t feel like adding more. I’m sick, don’t blame it on me 😂 BUT, if I feel like it, I may add more to this later, or just make a whole other post relating to this. Idfk, I’m sick, I don’t gotta know these things rn
I want to shoot acid and spit venom. Idk if that’s a snake thing or my dino self thing, cuz I used to mark my territory using my spit. Either way, there’s a lot of spitting and gleeking going on lately.
