Star Clouds Of Andromeda

do not let them silence you. do not let them declaw your paws or clip your wings. its time to be the wild creatures we are, to stand up and fight.

bare those teath, bite back, swoop from above with your talons, drag them into the depths of your ocean, let them fall for your traps, keep them chasing their tails.

fight. back.

FINALLY...

My spotted hyena mask is finished!! A little reminder that my camera's color looks a bit more saturated than the real one, but Im so proud of it!! I resonated with this mask immediately. <3

i get that they're TRYING to be supportive but it truly irks me when a human says "don't hate on therians! they're just kids playing pretend!" vro i want to be taken seriously as a hyena and not just a kid with a playful imagination can you PLEASE stop talking

im going to take my fingers and shut your mouth with them as i would shut the beak of a bird

scene shirt inspo :p

blue scene hair ^_^

I would love to have a tail and all the inconveniences that would come with it

I would brush it every day, find ways of sitting that don't squish it, be careful of closing doors behind me, hold it close to me in crowded spaces, etc, I wouldn't care if it was "inconvenient", I would love it

beautifully clear nights remind me of home

one day, I will return.

HYENAS I LOVE EM

Every once in a while, I have this fantasy where suddenly, magically, every single person in the world is made into their exact, idealized form.

For the majority of people, itd be small changes. Maybe thinner, maybe larger, taller, shorter, curvier, ect.

For some folks, it'd be as simple as an instant gender change.

But then, for probably a larger group than you'd expect, things would get wild. There would be giants and tinies, anthro animal folk, kaiju, slimes, robots, plushes, mythical creatures, ect.

And I specifically think about that point, where everyone in the world realizes that they're seeing each other's "true" forms, no matter how strange or subtle. And I think about the understanding between everyone, where they'd know that even if you've become a completely different creature, you're happy. And it's you.

I'd like to think that everyone would respect each other's new forms. That feels hopeful, but I'd want it to be true.

Then I imagine the feeling of being myself. A short, roundish, fluffy pigeon. I can probably still talk, but making coos is much more comfortable. Maybe I still have hands at the ends of my wings, maybe i use my feet for things.

But people would look at me, and no matter how strange i seem, they'd know it was truly, actually me.