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Work: Cento
Aug. 16th, 2023 03:32 amThe following is a piece of creative writing which I submitted on 8/15/2023 to the therian site Radiant Obscurities. It uses some wording found previously on this blog.
( See: 'Cento' )
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Rapid onset mustelidae
Aug. 12th, 2023 11:06 pmI find it interesting how some of my biggest mustelid identities have been realized. It doesn't seem to work this way for the whole of Musteloidea, only mustelids. Or maybe even only Guloninae, considering the two species it's happened with. A given species, I will not think much of, not really consider myself that species or have shifts of it at all, until a sudden MASSIVE shift that rewires my brain.
Last year it happened with martens. I never really thought about martens. Suddenly I had a marten shift (North American pine marten specifically) that lasted days and involved some of the most vivid phantom shifts I've ever had. Triggered by a nature documentary. Now I am very much a marten.
Just recently it happened with wolverines. I've always been more of a snowstalker when it came to the Gulo genus, which is... a species that does not exist... But anyway. Wolverines were background noise to me. But it was the strongest m-shift I've ever been in the throes of. I could even call it a berserker shift if that was still a term.
We had been moving furniture from a storage unit to the new house all night and I was exhausted -- until the shift kicked in and suddenly I was so alert and so intense, images kept flashing in my head of chasing after and bringing down deer in the woods and tearing into them. We kept seeing them out and about. I was almost feverish. I could feel their hot flesh, bones of the neck snapping in my teeth, so brilliantly, redly vivid in my head like it was a waking dream. My temples were pounding. At one point I stopped being able to follow the conversation because I stopped understanding spoken human language. I stood in the grass and stared into the dark treeline. I had sharp teeth and tearing claws and I wanted to use them. To submit to the animal drive. To disappear into the green and black and song of the night, that rising swirl of music and color and scent that whirls and shapes together in the mind into one beautiful chromasonic painting.
So yeah basically I'm a wolverine now.
Last year it happened with martens. I never really thought about martens. Suddenly I had a marten shift (North American pine marten specifically) that lasted days and involved some of the most vivid phantom shifts I've ever had. Triggered by a nature documentary. Now I am very much a marten.
Just recently it happened with wolverines. I've always been more of a snowstalker when it came to the Gulo genus, which is... a species that does not exist... But anyway. Wolverines were background noise to me. But it was the strongest m-shift I've ever been in the throes of. I could even call it a berserker shift if that was still a term.
We had been moving furniture from a storage unit to the new house all night and I was exhausted -- until the shift kicked in and suddenly I was so alert and so intense, images kept flashing in my head of chasing after and bringing down deer in the woods and tearing into them. We kept seeing them out and about. I was almost feverish. I could feel their hot flesh, bones of the neck snapping in my teeth, so brilliantly, redly vivid in my head like it was a waking dream. My temples were pounding. At one point I stopped being able to follow the conversation because I stopped understanding spoken human language. I stood in the grass and stared into the dark treeline. I had sharp teeth and tearing claws and I wanted to use them. To submit to the animal drive. To disappear into the green and black and song of the night, that rising swirl of music and color and scent that whirls and shapes together in the mind into one beautiful chromasonic painting.
So yeah basically I'm a wolverine now.
