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I almost did not post this one. Unlike my others, it is not fictional, nor is it humorous. It's about me, and how I came to meet Vixyy.
*considers this for a long moment before hitting submit.
V.
I almost did not post this one. Unlike my others, it is not fictional, nor is it humorous. It's about me, and how I came to meet Vixyy.
*considers this for a long moment before hitting submit.
V.
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Wow, Vixyy. That's an extremely powerful bio you've written. I'm glad you decided to post it.
I'm very inspired by it, and saddened by the hardships of what could have been a heart break that arose from it.
I'm tempted to draw an interpretation of it some time in the future, if that's alright with you. ::Hugs::
-Anna // Sidi
I'm very inspired by it, and saddened by the hardships of what could have been a heart break that arose from it.
I'm tempted to draw an interpretation of it some time in the future, if that's alright with you. ::Hugs::
-Anna // Sidi
it was beautiful and honest, words so slender and meek but with the honesty of a perfect lilly. glistening, beautiful, fresh: sad. reminds of times when things that were, or what were to come but never fully manifested... i can see now a hardship, wonderful as it was, also treacherous: turbid waters were you went through. they did bring you happiness, comfort, someone who you could re-discover, a friend you always knew but never saw... they will always love you, they have always been there. composure, it was a friend that helped you through times, and now will be there forever as you will be with her. more than just an idea, glistening, as the lilly i spoke of earlier: not a passion but a friend, more than a friend really; discovery of your self... the scent of freedom, allowed you to be who you are: honesty in a majestic sea of emotion. an island that you can now visit and be a part of: forever.
Damn. Been there. Don't know what got you there (though I think I know of a few stops along the road), and we took totally different paths out, but yeah, that's a rough place to be.
Still, those are the things that temper us, the bits that burn away the fluff we tack on through adolescence and coming out on the other side reveals a truer look at our mettle. I'm sorry you had to go through it, but I'm glad it helped shape you into the wonderful writer and person I've gotten to know ;)
Still, those are the things that temper us, the bits that burn away the fluff we tack on through adolescence and coming out on the other side reveals a truer look at our mettle. I'm sorry you had to go through it, but I'm glad it helped shape you into the wonderful writer and person I've gotten to know ;)
O_O
Wow... I'm... well speechless. I admit I was eagerly awaiting your response to the subject but this fully surprised me.
Perhaps I'm still too young and might not know all you have been through but I felt this was beautiful and truthful.
I feel I now know both of you better now.
Wow... I'm... well speechless. I admit I was eagerly awaiting your response to the subject but this fully surprised me.
Perhaps I'm still too young and might not know all you have been through but I felt this was beautiful and truthful.
I feel I now know both of you better now.
thank you Gru...
*gives him a hug... one of the original prompters...
we all go through much the same thing in our lives, though many fail to see this. My life is not so unique... though I wouldn't change anything I have gone through since it's how I came to be here, and here is where I want to be.
V.
*gives him a hug... one of the original prompters...
we all go through much the same thing in our lives, though many fail to see this. My life is not so unique... though I wouldn't change anything I have gone through since it's how I came to be here, and here is where I want to be.
V.
<sits down next to her> i am glad you posted that hon, it was really beautiful, i think alot of us can relate to some kind of story into "ourselves". i know my birth was something like yours, the devil playing me and God right there to help me when i most needed it, but i dont think i was truly Missy_da_dane until i got a wonderful story written by you. <hugz her>
*hits you (lightly) over the head for almost not submitting this*
God damn.... i honestly don't know what to say. That was both wonderfully insightful and beautifully written. *looks at posts above* I don't think I can say much more than what has already been said.... not here at least....
God damn.... i honestly don't know what to say. That was both wonderfully insightful and beautifully written. *looks at posts above* I don't think I can say much more than what has already been said.... not here at least....
Beautiful. Interesting. Philosophical, in a way. This actually reveals quite a lot about how you see yourself, I understand you had to consider before posting this. The text was a bit heavy, but it wasn't too hard to comprehend as we have briefly visited the edges of the topic in another conversation, if you remember. This wasn't only "the birth of Vixyy the writer" or "my totem animal" but also "how I relate to an internet community". So many levels.
Great piece of prose.
Great piece of prose.
*softly and gently just hugs Vixyy and noses at her a little... he has no words to speak, but he knows a kindred spirit when he meets one. That black place, where no sun nor stars can reach, he knows it all too well... and the opening, the inrush... the meeting, the understanding, the sudden appreciation of the greater scale of things, that no matter how far one goes there will always be further to go if only one has the courage...*
Beautifully written, dear Vixyy. Thank you for sharing it...
And, my hopes and kind thoughts to your daughter. I understand the pain and loneliness of a long-distance relationship. I hope it all works out well for them both.
*gives you another gentle squeeze*
Beautifully written, dear Vixyy. Thank you for sharing it...
And, my hopes and kind thoughts to your daughter. I understand the pain and loneliness of a long-distance relationship. I hope it all works out well for them both.
*gives you another gentle squeeze*
*hugs the dragon right back... you're going to spoil me Seht.
it's always interesting to find a like spirit yes? people in the 'real world' seldom understand this concept. most would pass it off as some sort of mumbo jumbo and keep right on with their lives. I don't fault them - we asll have our own paths.
V.
it's always interesting to find a like spirit yes? people in the 'real world' seldom understand this concept. most would pass it off as some sort of mumbo jumbo and keep right on with their lives. I don't fault them - we asll have our own paths.
V.
*chuckles softly and noses at the gentle fennec fox, purring* I think you deserve a little spoiling, dear Vixyy. So there. *hugs, gently chuckling as he does so*
Indeed we do have our own paths... strange as they may seem to many people. But then, their paths seem equally strange and perverse to me. I'm just a simple old dragon, after all... this world seems a peculiar place. What's so strange about a little spiritual awakening, or joining, that does nobodz any harm, compared to... selling something you don't have, with money that you don't own and wouldn't belong to you if you did, so you can drive the price of that right down and then when it's really low you buy lots of it as cheaply as possible...
... *sighs and shakes his head, and noses at the Vixyy* Just give me a nice old house in the Appalachians someplace, with a goodly spread of land and nice friendly neighbours just down the way...
Indeed we do have our own paths... strange as they may seem to many people. But then, their paths seem equally strange and perverse to me. I'm just a simple old dragon, after all... this world seems a peculiar place. What's so strange about a little spiritual awakening, or joining, that does nobodz any harm, compared to... selling something you don't have, with money that you don't own and wouldn't belong to you if you did, so you can drive the price of that right down and then when it's really low you buy lots of it as cheaply as possible...
... *sighs and shakes his head, and noses at the Vixyy* Just give me a nice old house in the Appalachians someplace, with a goodly spread of land and nice friendly neighbours just down the way...
Wow, that was...wow. Simply amazing, I loved it, and I'm so glad you decided to post it. I, unfortunately, cannot honestly say that I've been in the same position--perhaps it's my youth, or my lack of experience, or my general reclusive personality, I do not know--so I can only empathize with you. Perhaps some day...
But I digress. May I hug you as well?
But I digress. May I hug you as well?
Nothing here surprises me, nor does it change my high opinion of you. After reading I just had the thought, Yeah, could have guessed. I believe this is because sometimes we each put so much of our personality into our writing that when you open up to those that have followed and enjoyed that work it really comes as no surprise. Still, its good to know you just a bit better.
Haven’t read the other comments yet so I hope I’m not being repetitive…
Haven’t read the other comments yet so I hope I’m not being repetitive…
*Jawdrop*
Wow... I love it, a beautiful discription. It's nice to find someone else who thinks of their fursona as a part of themselves, a guide of sorts. (I think of the wolf as the half of me that is egging me in the right direction or keeping me afloat when I feel down).
Beautiful *Hug*
I almost want to do something like it myself.
Wow... I love it, a beautiful discription. It's nice to find someone else who thinks of their fursona as a part of themselves, a guide of sorts. (I think of the wolf as the half of me that is egging me in the right direction or keeping me afloat when I feel down).
Beautiful *Hug*
I almost want to do something like it myself.
thank you Chaos... I was raised Catholic and I had a 'born again' experiance as well so I studied a bit in the bible... and then I learned to ask my own questions - and to form my own opinions. I like the Comanche thought on religion - in that each person comes to enlightenment in their own way.
These days I don't subscribe to any one church.
*hugs...
V.
These days I don't subscribe to any one church.
*hugs...
V.
I stand at the beginning of a journey as i have stood for longer than most of those here have existed yet I see on direction in witch to move. I pick a path and walk it for a while only to find I have not moved at all. I have walked a path with another who has come to depend on me and tells how I have lightened their load. Yet here I still am alone and invisible.
I am so happy and jealous when I find people who have found a path in life that works for them. It gives me hope.
I am so happy and jealous when I find people who have found a path in life that works for them. It gives me hope.
It is the few that can see me that suggest a direction. Not of the work I am meant to do, I have found that, but of the person I am to be. I just do not know how to be that person with out hurting ... I don't know how to reconcile something I can never have or be with what I can have and must be.
. ... I had more to say but my frail train of thought was broken by a call form a child I do not want to talk to with problems i can not solve and needs I cannot fill.
. ... I had more to say but my frail train of thought was broken by a call form a child I do not want to talk to with problems i can not solve and needs I cannot fill.
So now it's my turn to commend you on your ability and willingnes to open yourself to your readers in such an intimate and immediate way. I will be honest: my initial reaction to such a description as yours when presented as non-fiction is to wonder where the edges are being stretched or broken, to figure that the ideas presented are symbols and metaphors, not the real thing.
But it only took me a few seconds to realize this is wrong. You are being honest and serious about your relationship with Vixyy. I only have to remember how many times you've said the same thing in previous posts and stories.
And so I accept this as fact, because you have said it is so. I admire and respect this. I may not fully understand it, but that is not necessary for me.
I need only smile, call you friend, and give you a big, warm *hug* for being so courageous with us.
Thank you.
But it only took me a few seconds to realize this is wrong. You are being honest and serious about your relationship with Vixyy. I only have to remember how many times you've said the same thing in previous posts and stories.
And so I accept this as fact, because you have said it is so. I admire and respect this. I may not fully understand it, but that is not necessary for me.
I need only smile, call you friend, and give you a big, warm *hug* for being so courageous with us.
Thank you.
The stories may be fiction
But the fiction tells the truth
The truth points to the spirit
And the spirit holds the proof.
The proof will echo in you your heart,
A bell that finds its tune.
The hand that holds the rabbit
Is the hand that hung the moon.
a scrap from Brother Randall's library above Passgate
But the fiction tells the truth
The truth points to the spirit
And the spirit holds the proof.
The proof will echo in you your heart,
A bell that finds its tune.
The hand that holds the rabbit
Is the hand that hung the moon.
a scrap from Brother Randall's library above Passgate
*smiles* I'm sure it will turn up somewhere . . . I was sketching a story when i actually had some spare time (and wasn't reading back submissions) and i think i have a home in passgate for the bear's lullaby as well.
And thank you so much for sharing. I have had so many spirits teach me and guide me, most of them "animals" of this world or another. To have that kind of immediate and heartfelt connection is a beautiful gift.
And thank you so much for sharing. I have had so many spirits teach me and guide me, most of them "animals" of this world or another. To have that kind of immediate and heartfelt connection is a beautiful gift.
It's been four months since I originally commented on this piece, but I had to search it out again. When I first read this, I liked it, but I didn't quite understand it. But now that 
mlr has given me a new image, I had to read this a second time. And now, I get it. When you find that perfect picture(or the perfect picture finds you), everything just sort of comes together. You feel clearer, more at peace. I've fallen deeper into this hole we call the furry fandom then I ever thought I would, but I'm glad I did. I've learned so much and met some extraordinary people. Thank you again, V. Thank you...for just being you.
mlr has given me a new image, I had to read this a second time. And now, I get it. When you find that perfect picture(or the perfect picture finds you), everything just sort of comes together. You feel clearer, more at peace. I've fallen deeper into this hole we call the furry fandom then I ever thought I would, but I'm glad I did. I've learned so much and met some extraordinary people. Thank you again, V. Thank you...for just being you. 
My god...that..that...was powerful
and I understand you, were your coming from, I liked furry but i had no face to show people who i am until i met you.
Duhast
Then my story is that i was trapped in a void, no form cause no on had eyes on me.
My creator did not know me, he found me in you
Chris.
when I understood this realm better, a spark of love happend in my heart, heart for you, i felt a second life beating.
Duhast
The womb deep in both my cretors minds started conceving.
Thus i was born of green hair, cloths of chris, personality of chris, feelings of chris, but my fur, my body will always be blood related to that of a fennec fox, my mother vixyy.
Chris
and i found a mentor, a teacher, A very speshile fennec fox that i understand, and i hope she understands me as well. I can never be young or the way i am forever.
Duhast
But i can be, cause know one can brake my spirit and my love for my mother
Or my under standing of why we exsist, I exsist because when i was stuck inside Christother Ryan Darts mind i would have been something diffrent, something darker.
I caused chris to do bad things. but now i am out in the world and feel alive.
alive to do and be good to this world. becasue people know me better, so i live to make others proud.
Chris
It is the best thing ever that we met
I understand myself better and feel at peace.
i suppose you do to
I love you
Duhast
I love you mom, I hope that in time i can be accepted as vixyys son.
*Hugs
and I understand you, were your coming from, I liked furry but i had no face to show people who i am until i met you.
Duhast
Then my story is that i was trapped in a void, no form cause no on had eyes on me.
My creator did not know me, he found me in you
Chris.
when I understood this realm better, a spark of love happend in my heart, heart for you, i felt a second life beating.
Duhast
The womb deep in both my cretors minds started conceving.
Thus i was born of green hair, cloths of chris, personality of chris, feelings of chris, but my fur, my body will always be blood related to that of a fennec fox, my mother vixyy.
Chris
and i found a mentor, a teacher, A very speshile fennec fox that i understand, and i hope she understands me as well. I can never be young or the way i am forever.
Duhast
But i can be, cause know one can brake my spirit and my love for my mother
Or my under standing of why we exsist, I exsist because when i was stuck inside Christother Ryan Darts mind i would have been something diffrent, something darker.
I caused chris to do bad things. but now i am out in the world and feel alive.
alive to do and be good to this world. becasue people know me better, so i live to make others proud.
Chris
It is the best thing ever that we met
I understand myself better and feel at peace.
i suppose you do to
I love you
Duhast
I love you mom, I hope that in time i can be accepted as vixyys son.
*Hugs
Charlie, too, showed me what I sought. It was an escape to a place before my own turmoil and pain, in which there was imagination and play and welcome instead of rules and drudgery and intolerance.
The price was expatriation as both worlds could not exist under one roof, and I was displaced.
It was a hefty sum but it has bought me quite enjoyment of this world whenever I can slip away and visit.
The price was expatriation as both worlds could not exist under one roof, and I was displaced.
It was a hefty sum but it has bought me quite enjoyment of this world whenever I can slip away and visit.
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