Home

I am a coyote. Furry, therian, whatever you call it, human society was not made for me. I would feel more at home in a body with a snout and a little wet nose and four paws and eyes that shine in the dark. I need to feel sharp teeth in my mouth and the wind in my fur and to twitch my ears at the sounds of the forest.

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What I truly desire is not something I can ever attain. Of course there are facsimiles, but at the moment I have no interest in fursuits and virtual avatars. I wear a collar, the only aspect of my animaldom that stretches into real life. Collars are clothing made for those who are not human. It says that I am here to visit, but this place is not where I belong. I belong in the woods and the prairie and the swamp and the jungle and the mountain.

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This is not to say that I do not have a home. If a wizard offered to instantly grant all my wishes, there is no way I would choose to give up my relationships with the people I loved in order to live in the woods. I have a life that makes me happy with people who accept me for who I am.