I Wonder

I Wonder

If the world can see the fur hiding just beneath my skin, if the girls in the bathroom can see through my lips and straight at my fangs, if the lady at lunch called me “sir” because she saw through my glasses into deep solid brown eyes and feared for her life?

Broken mirrors

My partner told me that they sometimes can see my fur, my paws, my tail. The boy who told me they would “love my body enough for the two of us” yet somehow I still worry that my body will become unlovable.

A dog across the water

Something in their eyes must be off, the changes my body are going through do not show on my skin they show only to my mind and my soul. My fangs, fur, claws and ears are water vapor

Mist coming off a lake

Maybe as my mind changes the shape of my soul, others eyes change to see it too, maybe the way I can see my friends animality, they too can see mine, maybe it’s not just my friends who can see it

I wonder

Do they know what I am, do they know what rests beneath my skin, do they know and love me anyway.

Or do they love me because they can just make out, a tuft of fur poking out from under my sleeve

Run fast, bite hard, bark loud.

Peace, love, and gratitude

-Zith Ipeth

hey :3

thinking about the way dark violet draws houndooms again

Queen of Sin

“Please…I need her…” He began, only to be silenced when one of her large paws flattened against his chest.

“You are no better than a dog, Samuel Griffith. Chasing females of your own species to fill that need within you.” She laughed, cruel and heartless. “A need so craven that it will never, ever be sated. You think your brother an addict? Wait until I am through with you.” Those heavy paws pressed against his pale chest and began to grind in an oddly sensual motion that made him gasp under his breath. “In this city, all dogs bow to me, and so shall you.”

When that tongue ran along his lips once again, more forcefully this time, his mouth creaked open despite the scant resistance he was trying to field. His mind was going mad, thoughts scattering like the fraying ends of thread pulled to their limits and ripped apart. The amorous feeling that came over him was unlike any brought on by alcohol or the provocative nature of the women he took to his bed. They had all been so easy, and he had manipulated them to get what he wanted, even though he thought himself better than such repulsive tactics.

Her tongue entered his mouth, a twisting, living thing that spread its vile taste everywhere it could reach while tickling the back of his throat. His arms were moving, but they were no longer his own, controlled by an invisible puppeteer that made him extend one over the bitch’s back and draw her closer to him... - Excerpt from 'Queen of Sin' by the fantastic WolvesAtYourDoor <3

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THE WOLF I FEED

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