ThatTherianGirl

The saying goes that if you ask eleven Therians what this thing called Therianthropy is, that you’ll get twelve different definitions. This long and somewhat daunting word stems from the Greek word therion, translating to ‘beast’, and the word for a human or a man, anthropos. So then, by the sheer translation, someone could indeed infer that we’re a community of beast-people wandering the streets in plain sight of humanity as some deformed mix of animal and human ravaging on human flesh in the night. While the beast-human, part is true in a sense—the thing about us wandering the streets, eating people and whatnot, is

Therianthropy is not about a god, or about a set of rules. Animal people do not follow commandments, or have a ‘heaven’. Otherkin do not all go to a church, or have spiritual leaders. Therianthropy is more about the way you think than what you believe. It is about instincts and perception and the way it all fits together. When I let out a growl, it is not a small prayer to some deity above; it’s my natural reaction to being challenged. When I yelp, it is not a religious incantation – only a fear noise that seems logical to me to avoid confrontation. When I wrestle around, it’s not because my god wants me to; it

How long has it been since I was alive? Gliding here in the skies, watching the sun and moon rise and set hourly, the winds shifting through my once physical form, the seasons no longer discriminate with the quick passing of time. When I first found myself here I felt I had to run to keep up with the changing, but I quickly realized the futility of the effort, since then resorting to floating on here effortlessly. I no longer knew the feeling of sleep. I would close my eyes and open them to a whole new world, signifying that time had passed, but just how much? Now that I had no physical form to feel rest, to feel anxiety, how did I know whe