My Guardian Demons - Part 1
PART I Darkness embraced me as I entered exhibition hall three at the Oakenford Games Convention. Excited, disembodied voices chattered around me while my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I was surrounded by posters and booths that advertised the...
Fall From Grace
Her dewlaps curled back, exposing sharp, predatory canines, her body having transformed from the small, shy anthropomorphic doe she had been into her _true_self - a therian whitetail doe. "you'll never hurt anyone again..."
Fallen Angels, Part three -Scratching the Itch
Are they both crazy, or does this case need a therian and an otherkin to solve ? this story is the direct sequel to "havana or hell", but new readers can join in on the action here.
Forward unto Dawn
No conversion into the real thing, for both of us, therian and once beaten animal, now begging for the grave.
Cry me a Murder, pt 8 *Final Part*
Cmam is the third entry in my "carter wolf mysteries," a series of therian/otherkin themed detective stories. the two previous stories are "my guardian demons" and "a fall from grace."
I Won’t Call Home, Mother – I’m Dead. (Part V of "Cry me a Murder")
_i'm a demon_, i almost laughed and in a moment of clarity, i understood how quinn was at ease with his werewolf self, his desire to shift and run and howl, how being therian was not a curse, but a blessing.
Havana or Hell, part one
_Havana or Hell_ I When I was a kid, my father built a small recording studio in our back yard. That was back in 1993, two years before the voices in his head told him to pack up and move out. It wasn't a fancy studio with automated mixers, digital...
Toby's Super Awesome Guide to many Werewolf Things
**therian-** a latin based word meaning beast-like. this is the 3rd form werewolves may take.
Stylish
He spent much of the night ineffectually hitting on any girls who crossed his path and looked single -- humans, therians, and everything in between. it didn't really matter to the dragote who it was, as long as he got a date out of them.
Grace
Fully sentient, like most therians, the fox still wondered at the ancestral roots that still held secrets in his subconscious, in his hindbrain.
Black Gold
Only one door was open in the corridor, leading to a room with a bubbling bath in it, to fit about 6 therians. the water was steaming, and curiously, a table was laid to one side of the room with a towel and some bottles. ~huh?
Murder at the Speed of Life #1
I Whenever somebody brought up the subject of death during conversation, Dianne Walsh would politely change the topic, or make an excuse to walk away. To Dianne, death was an event that belonged within the confinements of crime fiction. It was a...