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Greetings everyone, I just wanted to say thank you for all who are reading and gathering on this site to talk with fellow kin. I have known I was kin since a every young age, but have never came out to the public, as it would put my life in danger, as well to affect the relationship with the ones I have closest to me. Do to this matter, I have finally decided to talk to people in the kin community online, and possibly gain some knowledge. As I continue my journey in this, I am having trouble finding others like me and communicating with them. I live in the state of Louisiana, where there are (that I know of) no one in the kin community (or even therians for that matter) that live near me. As individuals who have been in contact with different kin types more than I have, I would ask for some possible guidance. Just some questions I have on my mind that would help me sleep better at night if I knew the answers, or possible probability. Thank you once again for reading over this post and I hope the ones reading this have a wonderful season.

• Hello everyone. In this life my name is Jacob. I'm a hybrid of human & dragon. In my past life I was a pure dragon named Zorin where I had a wife & three kids. While I was Zorin the world was divided into humans & dragons. I was one of the few who tried to unite the 2 races. However, I died before I was able to see that happen & now I'm a hybrid. I can feel my wings, tail, & horns even though they're gone. I'm just trying to find people like me.

Hi :) in this life my name is Alyssa, but my spirits name is Saphira (not Sapphira), and im a nymph-witch hybrid. I feel most at home when swimming or floating in the water, i love wildlife and they love me. Im not sure what kind of nymph i am, as i have traits of a water nymph and a storm nymph (i think thats what its called??), i know far more about my witch lineage. Originally im a nymph (in case i havent said that enough yet 😂) and about 100 years ago i started being born into this lineage of witches. My lineage is of healers. My grams could heal plants and restore the recently deceased plants, my mother (in this life) has a healing touch (passive), and i work with auras. Also im new to this site so idk how pm's or anything work. Msg me tho if you're interested :) oh and also, im pansexual.

Hi all! Malachai here, alpha of the Green Flash Pack. We are currently seeking new members in the CT/NY area, and are scheduling a meetup sometime within the next month. To join, just visit our website! There, you will find all the information on our pack, all the information on our current members (myself and Rainer), the pack rules and standards, our discord server, tumblr, and instagram, and the application form, which you should fill out. We hope you join us!
http://rexie119.wixsite.com/home

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.

I recently woke up from sleeping and have been feeling a warm thing in my chest around the heart. It feels like fire but non painful like a fire burning in my heart. Do you know what this means? Thanks,

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)

I've been searching for a site like this for a while. I'm glad to have found one I can access. Is there anything I need to do first here? (i.g. Make an intro?)

Read Carefully This is Not a Joke.

Hello my name is fluffy I am a fox therian. I decided to join this website after Shiro kicked me off kinmunity for believing in physical shifting which I have a feeling might be very hypocritical since I heard shiro and I quote say "The country's laws doesn't apply to kinmunity." which makes me wonder if he might be hiding something but anyways. I also have extreme beef with the admins of kinmunity so don't even get me started on that. On top of that some of the people from kinmunity are a little or should I say extremely crazy once when you get to know them as well as I did.

this site looks like it could be an amazing tool yet I aint seen one person, what happened???

Hi we're 3 young people from Denmark and we're making a project about subcultures, and we found otherkins very interesting. So we wanted to ask if there where anyone who wanted to answer some questions about how being an otherkin changed you life.

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

Some of this is from the Torah, some from rabbinical commentary, some from oral tradition, and probably a number of inaccuracies caused by my fuzzy memory on the subject (PLEASE feel free to set me straight if you know this better than me). Please bear in mind that this is not necessarily my take on the whole thing, just the story as I recall it. Here's the gist:

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.

When the Universe was young we were old.
Our home long ages gone, we lived among the stars.
We did not know fear, we did not know pain.
We simply were.
We sang as Gaia was born.
We gave her life.
She grew under our watchful eyes.
We knew joy.
She grew in beauty and swelled with life.
We cradled her in our arms as she gave birth.
We were joyful.
We sang her children lullabies.
We stood ready when they took those first fragile steps.
We knew joy.
Sadness came when Gaia's children forgot.
They abused their mother.
We knew sadness.
We came to her children, to protect and to guide.
The Elf, the Hobbit, the Fey, the Vampyre, the spirit.
Wiccan, wizard alike we took form.
We came to help and to give hope.
We were scorned, we were hated.
We knew pain.
We knew fear.
Together we hid, under rock, under ground.
In the sacred sanctuary of the trees.
Gaia mourned for her children, Gaia mourned for us.
We did not mourn.
Many aeons we waited, centuries untold, time has no meaning for us.
We will always be reborn.
The children are awakening.
They are remembering.
We come together, we take up the call.
Hark the call of the awakening.
Remember the ancient songs, take up the melody.
Help the children remember.
Children of the Stars, AWAKE!

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