Before Wayra

-I don't think this should need a mature warning for nudity, but tell me if you think otherwise-

Before I was Wayra… gosh, I was just looking back… I realized how much I changed, and it just amazes me… These are the main forms I have taken in my mind, my fursonas if you will all leading up to the one I am now, Wayra Ashlin Pyrefang.

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Yes, now, turning back the clock, left to right of course, my first one was some strange type of bat, and a ghost. I met her when I was only five years old after having a terrible nightmare, after that she was sort of an imaginary friend, my first imaginary friend actually, but as time went by I didn’t need an imaginary friend anymore, and I began to notice something, everything I have pictured her being, the way she moved, talked, and acted... well… I had become just that, and she became a part of me. Her name is Rose Aeora (Her last name was supposed to be Aurora but I kept mispronouncing it, and that stuck, I even used it later on for another characters name, Aeora Liy). She had no world when she came into existence, and existed as a ghost of Earth.
The next major change, I was always I dinosaur nut, and when Rose began to fade, a new person took her place, a tougher, more head strong creature. She was a large flightless dragon, and a fighter, a wounded fighter, always trying to protect her heart, she locked herself away from everyone else so that she would never have to feel the sting of that wound again. Her name is Terra 4 (Terra- the name of my first dog, 4- strange attachment to the number), she was raised by humans, taught by humans, and in the end she was killed by humans. She had to be released from the home she had come to love, all of her friends, and those who had been her family all drove her away because she was too different to survive where they did. She ran away, but in the end the progress that humans made on the land, slowly tearing it and turning it into their land, caught up to her. She was the last of her kind. Was. There no longer is. She lived in the country of Sarill, a made-up area, and her story is matched up along with mine. I was happy with my friends, she was happy with hers, and then suddenly… I was just to different for them…
My next form is one I deeply regretted giving up, but her story had to come to an end. I can’t remember what sparked her, or her sisters creations, but they were there. She was an orphan, growing up in a strange family with a strange world filled to the brim with terror and uncertainty, but her and her sisters always stuck together to overcome any obstacle they were faced with. They had so many adventures and it pains me that I only wrote a few of them down. She had a long life in my mind, her name was Shylow, can’t I have no clue where I got it. Unlike Terra 4 she was not a warrior, she was a creature of spirit, and of magic. She became a healer and a mother to many people, she was very gentle, caring, though at times foolish, she always wanted to make people happy and was generally a selfless person. A statue of her and her sisters stand on their world Thera, though that is all that is really left, as they seemed to disappear from the face of the planet.
Ah, my next one was a short lived one, but she is a still living one. She is a type of mantis spirit, her past is very long and confused, so naturally she is a confusing person. She doesn’t make friends easily and could have a cruel, twisted personality of you got on her bad side. She is a huntress, cleaver and quick, wise in some moves, foolish in others. Her eyes nearly match the color of her skin, so she always has a little bit of paint just below her eyes to make it seem like her eyes are shut, as well as a painted smile, and angel wings stained onto her wings. She rarely shared everything about herself, and normally kept in her own shell, allowing friends, but none to deep to truly touch her. As I said, she was short lived and faded from being me, to holding a part of me, a part she will never let go as a character of mine.
And last, here I am, my current form, and the form I intend to keep, (though appearance may change as I do), Wayra. She is everything in personality that I am, though many of my expressions come out through her instead of through myself like they are supposed to. I suppose, we have just enough separation for her to stand aside and take my hand when I need it, light my way when I can’t see, and shake me out of those stunning unconscious feelings that keep me down. She feels like another spirit inside me, after all this searching and changing, I’m finally happy.
I don’t know what it is about her, but I think I found a group I fit along with a bit better. Therianthrope... I need to do a bit more research… but it’s really interesting and there are so many ways I can relate there.
I may put up larger (coloured) versions of these.
Now if you don't mind it's now 1:30 in the morning. sleep time for us now...