Between one step and the next, like the shifting of waters--the ocean momentarily overtaking the beach with the strength of the tides--the one who is me is overflowed from human matters and drifts to feline matters.

( I flick my tail out behind me, not faltering in my stride )

I don't think a photo can ever do someone justice. Nothing 2D can ever really catch how that person or creature looks, just like how a simple name can't ever catch all that a person or creature is.

( I try to find the language of their body so I can mimic more then just the way they look or the way they talk. )

While I am purely just 'me' at all times, sometimes it's easier to see where the part of me that is cat ends and where the purely human part begins.

This would be one of those times...

( Thoughts are more instinctual-based, with images and feelings instead of human words and the (completely overdone, claims the cat part,) highly pondered-out and studied way human thoughts can be. )

This is another story that happened during the summer at the camp I work at, I'm surprised I never wrote it down.

( It takes them six people to uproot me from my spot on the floating dock )

Ears alert and eyes wide, I watch the small black ball of soft fur as his green eyes stare at me from below on the stairs.

( If he were a human child, he would wrinkle his nose up and pout at me, instead he twitches his ears irately and pulls his whiskers back slightly. )

I pace outside my own bedroom. If I could, I would feel my claws show and retract in a nervous motion as I wear down my pads. I shouldn't be feeling like this about my bedroom. It's my bedroom.

Deep breath. Just get it over with.

( Darting through the cracked door quickly, shutting it before the little ball of black fuzz can escape. )

I sigh and reluctantly stand. The kids cheer and it's always about them when you're working at a summer camp.

I take the fun-noodle and watch as my opponent takes his.

( Swish, hit, bam, whack, slap, thud, SMACK. )

Another little therian-related drabble about a random happening today involving me threating to throw one of the CounselorInTraining kids into the lake for getting my book wet.

People around me learn quickly that I follow through on my threats.

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( Oftentimes Playing with humans is strange. )

A random little drabble about the many times my therianthropy shows a bit too much. And also a bit about the difference between 'domestic' therians and 'wild' therians.

( There isn't order to the primal thoughts that litter my mind now, there is no listing, no planning, just here, now, and the Game. )

Sometimes she is familiar, like a close friend, or a family member. Sometimes she is estranged from me, as if she is someone I am supposed to know, but can't recall. Sometimes she is simply... a person.

But that's not right, no, the she in the glass, that's supposed to be me, I think. I'm supposed to look in the silvery glass and see me, but ( Read more... )