I see you draw back the arrow
A caustic remark
To the machinations of a being
Not like yourself.
Cicaeda in the shell
A question answered, in time:
A reality, or a dream?
One's soul... a soul.
One cannot live as another.
So draw back...
Philosophy, Poetry
By any means be the one to the goal.
Whatever that may mean.
Seems it's the drive of all mankind.
"Only I achieved."
"I was the Hero."
Selfishness. Yet, here is more;
"It is only right that we volunteer ourselves for the greater good."
And to...
Philosophy, Poetry
Grinding nails, pulling up flakes, the taste of garlic.
Pain. Thoughts of malaise. "Why me?"
Restless nights, and slept-through days. Pictures of women--not human, not animal--both. _Kami no Kitsune._
Bad habits, worse reflection. A handsome face...
Poetry, Self-reflection
Bodily freedom is a hard thing to come by
But I won't stop!
To feel the rush of the wind in my hair--no pain, no itching, no misery
One sleek animal promises to me, I can run, swift and be free--no, be me!
No more lament, just moving forward on all...
Poetry, Self-Examination
Three in the afternoon. I yawned, staring up at the clock on the dresser across the room. I had nodded off to sleep several times since the nightmare.
It was not so much that I wasn't reacting to the terrible dream. You'd normally expect to stay awake...
Fox, Kitsune, Possession, Transformation, Werefox
Fifteen dollars plus some tax. That was for the damage, and to pay for the woman's mice as well, for her kid's stupid snake.
But they tasted good. So we had some more. No. Did I think that? It was true. He had not told me, nor ordered, nor said...
Blood, Fox, Kitsune, Possession, Story Progression, Transformation, Werefox
He admired himself once more, under the clouded sky,
Benath the moonlit skein, which reflected in a sparkling,
Golden eye.
"I embrace this." he whispered, as he wrapped his arms about his companion.
She too, as a fox-woman, tittered,
As they...
Fox, Poem, Poetry, Romance, Transformation, Werefox
Bundled muscles tensing
Crackling bones and marrow
Shifting of a shimmering soul
From civilized to feral
Stench, sweet and sour musk
From dusky black upon cremy white
The plume of a foul and fine tail
Swishes in the sacred moonlight
His...
Fox, M/F, Poem, Poetry, Transformation, Werefox
_What must we endure, to be 'us'?_
"I don't know. I don't know."
There is a divide, between who you are, and your ideal self: the you inside the shell.
_Look in the mirror, but you won't see me._
"I know, I know! There is little I can do but...
Philosophy, Self-Examination