Origins of Khira
This is my Origins story of my Fursona, Khira. Its clean with no yiff. Sorry, no good at sexy writeing. Enjoy. My story begins long ago, and yet, not so far from now. My original existence was not what one would consider 'enjoyable'. I started out life in a very dull dimension with simple creatures called "humans". they were a terrible, self-destructive race that had no idea on how to even take care of themselves let alone their own planet. Thank the deities that there was nothing to allow them to travel to neighboring dimensions. Though I do believe there was a leak or two in the walls of the universe. I say this because even though they couldn't possibly know of them, there were stories and artwork of furies all over the internet of their world. Well, thank goodness for that or I would never have come into existence. I was originally a mere sub-conscious thought on what a better life might be. Simply a curiosity that turned into a full desire. If not for some strange luck on my originals part, I would still just be an image at the back of the mind. The current civilization had no magic of their own. It was all forgotten in the process of reaching for technology. So they had no idea of the potent magic they kept locked away in their museums. It was while on a tour of a new museum of old mythology. Some researcher had made an interesting discovery on a connection of 90% of all the old lore of magic. Once his notes were examined and approved, the museum began to collect all the artifacts from these stories so as to display them together in a single exhibit. They called it "The Magic of Lore". now, my original had no luck in life. It wasn't just a lot of bad luck, it was simply a lack of Any luck at all. Nothing happened. It was like being stuck in neutral the whole time. My guess is that it was saving every scrap it had for one momentous occasion such as that tour. Clumsiness was an integral part of life for my creator, and today was no exception. The exhibit was bumped into causing an elaborate domino effect on the pedestals that resulted in getting a dousing of several mixed powders from the containers. At first nothing happened except for the life time ban from every museum in the entire state. That kind of sucked in our opinion because we really enjoyed past histories and cultures. Once home, we (I say we because I was a constant presence in the back of my creators mind by then) took a shower and prepared for another night of lonely sleep. When morning came, everything had changed. literally. Our room was different. The walls, the furniture, even the bed. All different. Like we were decorating in our sleep or something. We shrugged it off and started our day. It seemed coincidence followed us everywhere we went that day. Whenever we thought about something with enough desire, it would seem to happen. We still shrugged it off as coincidence though. Once we got home, it was hard to shrug it off anymore. The house was simply gone. We had always hated the place, but for it to simply disappear was too mind boggling. In its place was a small shack with the very door from our bedroom that morning. We entered cautiously. Inside was a simple little table with a note on it. The note as follows; - Dear self. I understand that you are in shock as to the disappearance of our home. Allow me to explain. You did it. I know your shacking your head but yes, you did. You now possess a power close to that of a small god. But there are some rules. Rule one, you cant kill with the power. Rule two, you cant destroy existence either. I know we wouldn't try to do so, but its there just in case. Now rule three, no controlling of peoples minds. I understand that there are some who deserve it but no. free will is there for a reason and we are not to interfere with it. Rule four, NO enslaving the universe. Keep it simple. And rule five, don't reveal ourselves to the humans. We know they would try to harm us in an attempt to take this from us. Now, on to how to use the power. Simply think of something and put forth enough will power to make it happen. For example; the house. We hated it for so long that the will power had been building for years on the desire to see it goon. So, it went. Now that you have a basic understanding of your new self, this conversation with yourself is over. - We simply stared at the paper, not knowing what to think. We were bewildered. How did this happen? What could have caused it. Then we noticed the writing on the paper begin to shift into a new set of writing. - P.S. it was your accident at the museum that did it. Its magic. Deal with it. - Well, that's was abrupt. It seems our subconscious was a bit impatient with us. We spent some time practicing our new 'gift'. it was tiresome at first but it seemed to get easier as we went. A few months passed with out much happening. We rebuilt the house of course. But not like it used to be. Instead, we made an underground bunker to store the stuff we created. Above ground may have been a shack, but below was a mansion. I'm not sure when it happened, but one day, about seven months after the museum, I began to realize that I was becoming aware of the world. Separate thoughts and idea's of my own. I was slowly understanding myself. I was what my creator desired in life. I was power with a gentle heart. I was strength with a soft touch. I was sexiness with a touch of innocence. I was.. a woman? That couldn't be right. Father (I call him that because he created me like a father creates a child, was male, shouldn't I be male as well? I took all the information that father had dreamed up about me and examined it fully. I was surprised about the details father had conceived. I was indeed male, but only in one large aspect . I was a herm. Not only that, but I was an anthro lemur as well. I never realized how kinky father was. But it made some sense I guess. But I couldn't be brought forth. Not yet. The problem was this world. It was unexcepting of me. My creator knew that if I was made real, they would either kill or imprison me for study. So I let my father have his fun while I sat back and studied what was possible with our power. It took me nearly four more months before the notion of other realities popped into my mind. It was surprising. Of course there were others than this. These ignorant humans couldn't possibly be the sentient race to be conceived. During my studies, I noticed that my father was becoming just as tired with the humans as I was. I figured that it was time for us to formally meet, so that we could decide our future. While father slept one night, I used my new awareness to usurp some power. With it, I created a small mirror that would only show my image in it. In this way we could finally meet. I was so nervous waiting for father to awaken. What would he do? I wondered. Would he be scared and try to banish me from his mind? Would he except me as I was? What would he DO? My anxiety was so great that it actually woke him up. He wasn't sure why he was awake but he could feel my sense of fear. He search the room for the cause and spotted the mirror. "When did I make this?" "You didn't. It was me" Father was visibly shaken when my voice came from the mirror. I was a little as well. I didn't think it would work so well on my first try. While I was patting myself on the back, father had picked up my mirror and was surprised to see me looking back at him. "I...I know your face. don't I?" "Yes father. You do know me." I answered. "I am the dream given life by your will." "I created you? How? Why? I ... I ..what?" I could understand his confusion. Its not every day your own mind starts talking to you when your NOT crazy. I figured I needed to fill in a lot of details. "Father, I am the image you associate with when you imagine your perfect alternate self. I have only recently become aware of myself thanks to the power we posses. You yearn for me when picture me. That yearning translated into will power. I have been studying our power and figured it was time we meet" "But why meet now? What do you want?" "like I said, I've been studying and figured out that there are other realities we could go to instead of staying here with these humans. We could be together. I have felt your dislike for them. What do you say" He sat silently for a long while before finally speaking to me. "first off, what do you call yourself?" "You named me Khira. I am what you made me to be." "I'm sorry Khira, I'm prepared to stay here the rest of MY life. I'm not sure I can live with someone else in my mind though." I was heart broken. I had basically offered myself to him and been rejected. But what was worse, he said he didn't want me there anymore. I was now afraid for my existence. "Khira, I have an idea. You don't have to worry about being destroyed. Instead, I will give you life. And enough of my power so you can go where ever you wish." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I wouldn't be destroyed after all. But wait, he was giving his power? What did he mean? I could feel him concentrating all of his will power onto a single point. Then there was a feeling of being pulled from my place at the back of his mind. And suddenly I was there, in the room, staring at him. He did it. I was now a real living being. As I looked myself over, I noticed for the first time how great I was. He seemed to have a different opinion though. "What's wrong "father"? don't you think I'm sexy?" I said this as I leaned forward with my hands on my knees in a provocative fashion. "Actually my dear, I don't." I felt like I had been physically slapped. "WHAT? But....but... I don't understand. I'm your dream come to life. Why don't you think I'm sexy? You're the one that designed me." "I'm sorry sweetie, but when I put everything I envisioned about you into your new form, I pulled all my thoughts and desires of you out of me as well. Your lucky I left enough to remember you in the first place. You and I no longer have a connection. But I did give you a small portion of my power. Including the rules and limitations that go with it." I felt like crying. My creator had no desire for his creation. What was I to do? I felt lost. He saw my distress and tried to comfort me. I fell into his arms and wept for my own loss. "Now now my dear, it will be ok. You are a strong individual now. You can live a life all your own in the way that you decide to. Remember what you said about other realities? You can do that now. I may not have the desire for you that you wish me to but that doesn't mean I cant wish for your happiness. You call me father, and if that is what I am to you then you are my daughter. And for this I am grateful." His words made me feel much better. I stopped crying and pulled myself together. We talked for awhile and he helped me figure out some new plans for the future and together we designed a small pocket dimension of my very own where I could live any way I wanted. In it was a vast ancient forest. In the center was the great tree house of my new home. Fitting for a lemur we figured. I said farewell before I stepped through the door way to my new home and waved good bye. Never to see my father again. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The end. Thanks for reading. Hope you didnt hate it. Im not that good at writing. I have the ideas but not the skills. Lol. Please leave a comment on what you think.