Brightest

Hey Everyone, I'm Neoshie, or Noe. I'm a brown bear and a wolf. Not a hybrid, I'm one or the other. I am not sure why or how or what may trigger the switch from Neo the Bear to/from Neo the Wolf, but it happens. I am Neo the Bear more than Neo the Wolf. I'm 30 years old. I'm secretly otherkin. In day to day life, I'm a mother, wife and soon to be MET student. I'm hoping to find some really good friends here. In real life I have a difficult time making and keeping friends because either they stop enjoying my company or I hate them after a few days. I have a anxiety companion animal too who is in training to be a service dog. His name is Bo.

Ok so I am more of a hybred , a mix of a few animals: Fox, wolf/dog, felline. I'm not 100% sure but that is what i think i am. I saw what I used to look like in a dream so i used a base( cause i can't draw well)

My usual, gut-level, teeth-grinding reaction to certain referential allusions that occasionally come up during discussion is as follows:

Magpie's essay on the septagram is an incredible one. It was well thought out and researched. However, at her urging I decided to present another view of the septagram... this one intensely personal.

The book of our solitary walkings
Draws nigh to a close...
And for ages we have walked alone:
Forgetful and longing in turn
For the days at hand, what was and yet will be.
As another walks to a circle by the fire
Another chapter closes
Another path comes full circle,
Andother solitary light burning bravely
Becomes one of a million stories
In a naked city of life and dream.
Can another lovely star
Join the all-star cast
Of a film that never ends?
Pick up a script and play one role...
Play it with all the depth and passion of a feature part
Without stealing the show?
We all think ourselves to be fine critics,
Learned and clever at discourse,
But if our essays teach us aught, it is this,
and we do well to listen:
Live life like Art
Breathe Art like Life
It is said that our life
is but the artful imitation of life,
And well we know that life imitates Art.
The treasure of a dream remembered
The shining center of an endless story
Becomes now a jewel in a crown of many jewels
A star in an endless sea of stars
A wave on an ocean of still Truth
One voice in a throng... or a chorus.
We have held the sparks that dared
Ever have we been the tinder that burned alone against the dark
To exhaust our selves, defiant to the last, burning against overwhelming forgetfulness.
Come together we have, to kindle a brighter fire.
Still, we must join to light a log of substance,
A flame that will endure through our lives to come
Until the light returns.
The oak that was we burn at Yule,
The tree that grew in times we knew
Will turn the Wheel again
But we cannot burn what we will not bear
What we fear to touch
Will only waste and rot...
Seasons change, trees die and are reborn...
In the wild places they hold the past for us...
And like the trees,
Born of freedom,
Our roots run deep
Lest we be washed away.
We are Faeries.
We are the wise folk,
The non-sense folk.
We are the free folk, ever changing.
We wear the green coats of ages past
We are Free... to remember.
Free enough to take our endless roles
In an eternal play.
And together we can bring a tear,
A sign, a gasp, a fright, a laugh,
To the heart of the Dream.
Gather around, ye Tybalt, Verrocchio, Hamlet, and Shylock,
Titania and Titus, Rosencrantz and Second Guard, Caesar and Soothsayer,
Falstaff and Rosalind and Porter and Herald,
Prospero, Juliet, Duncan, all...
The curtain's coming up.

I am a child of the storm
a spirit of darkness
a catalyst.
I live in the night
forgotten and betrayed by the day.
The moon is my only light
as I wander this world alone.
I am bound to my task
by vows as old as time.
I am a child of the night
ethereal incarnate as mundane,
I can only fight
and dance the winds
as the storm rises.
I am a child of power,
fire runs in my veins.
I am meant to be free
as wild as the elements,
unfettered by mortal values
by time.
I am a child,
the universe stands before me.
All knowledge,
all power,
all future is mine.
I am a child of possibility
all is mine.
I run to the storm.
I run to the night.
I run to the winds.
I am a child of darkness
and I am free.

forest deep
redwood's height
river swift
stars bright
lights glow
colour spins
flame leaps
dance begins
hands clasp
voice sings
fingers pluck
harp strings
majik flows
majik flies
moon's light
laughter, sighs
couples, then
ancient dance
sacred cauldron
bleeding lance
faery majik
flowing far
living dreams
dreams are

In the fires of his eyes
In whispered words so sage and wise
Under ancient forest ceiling
Feel this strange and glorious feeling
Feel the touch, the soft caress
The whispered velvet of his breath
The feel of petal soft lips to mine
And feel the touch of the silken line
That holds his charm to my breast
And now my heart knows no rest
As I sit and dream of the faerie king
His silver hair and sights unseen
Of ancient voices soft as lutes
To which we mortals are as mutes
And if I am left with naught but dreams
To live my life wondering what it means
Then when I tire of this life and die
My spirit to faerie lands will fly
To sing forever, play and run
With immortal youth;
with midnights son.

Ravens child beware the green
and golden bowers
For the faerie folk do dwell there and
Moonlights son is King
Stay away from crystal brooks and silver
spired towers
Can you not feel the danger when you see
the mushroom ring
Raven's child he waits for you
Silver haired is the fairie lord
Eyes of moondust misty blue
Speaks in silken voice the faerie word
Wandering under the emerald bough
In the blackest dead of night
Searching for that which will not show
Its shining face to mortals sight
And silver haired Moonlights son
Will hand in hand with faeries dance
Till Lady Night has had her fun
And will take no note of happenstance
And Ravens' child will wander through
To dance inside the mushroom ring
Underneath stately oaks and emerald bough
Where Moonlight's son is faerie king
And come the dawn they'll be no more
And mortals' daughter Raven's child
will have gone away
With silver haired Moonlight's son
through the elven door
That leads to the realms of ereafter
and the lands of Fey.

Catch a shadow by the wall
Don't look down or else you'll fall
What certain Sons did cruelly rend
With pattern, blood, and song we'll mend
Dressed in thistle, crowned with bay
Slipping in behind the day
Painted, plaited, flower-strewn,
Beat the bodhran fierce in tune
Come alone or come together
Best the song in worst of weather
Writhing, twisting, turning, sliding,
Always here our time abiding
'til their minds are quite besotten
Mother's warnings all forgotten
Hands tight clasped we'll all round turn
And set the fire quick to burn
Cast your lot and lay your bet
Weave the steps into a net
Leave the Gate thrown wide open
And lure the weary traveler in
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!

Otherkin is a lie. An effective, tidy, comfortable lie, but a lie nonetheless.

"So how do you define a dragon?" I was asked.

Lately I\'ve been struggling with the feeling of not feeling connected to this world, and just wishing to go back as a dragon and live life in another plane. I\'ve had these possible past life memories coming up recently, and it intensifies the feeling, which would make sense, I suppose. In these memories I am a colour of deep blue, scaled, as I see myself, and although I don\'t exactly see what I look like, it kind of... Feels right, I suppose? At least, that is how I choose to see myself.

Im not completely sure what I am. Can anyone help me? I feel like both a wolf and a cat but I dont know if I have to choose one or the other. Im new here any help would be awesome. Thank you

Hello everyone, my name is Astrophora. You can call me Astro. I\'m a mermaid from the Pacific Ocean and while I\'m not sure if I\'m in exactly the right place since I haven\'t found many merfolk here, I do feel like I can be taken seriously here. Ever since I first laid eyes on the ocean I\'ve had a profound connection to it, and I suppose even from back then even when I was learning to adjust to my new human body I\'ve known deep down that I was a mermaid, but it slept in my subconscious. I didn\'t want to admit it because the idea was not only extremely mysterious but scary to me. In some aspects it still is, but I\'ve learned to embrace this part of myself. I\'m also a medium and have had many past life regressions of my time undersea.

Hey so i found this community through a friend. I have been a snake in multiple past lives . I often like to put myself in the snake mindset and be myself .

weirdly, i have a patron via patreon today. never happened before. the very idea someone would appreciate my (but is it) art is really messing with my head a little...