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Draxon/Draxera -⃝⃤ Nox
@draxera.bsky.social
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Wolf of 32 years, They/Them enby trans 🟡⚪️🟣⚫️, fursuiter, coaster enthusiast (265 unique coaster credits), therian, loves @kwandry.bsky.social and @thecoywolfzearoth.bsky.social
![[A furry transformation comic with eight panels]
A guy yawns and sits sleepily at a table with a box of cereal, a spoon, and an empty bowl. There is a maze on the back of the box.
The front of the cereal box reads "DoggO" and features a dog mascot. The guy says "hm" and reads a handwritten note in front of the bowl: "New brand I found for you. Eat up before our walk! ^v^"
He pours the cereal and some milk into the bowl and eats a spoonful of it. The pieces are shaped like bones and rings.
He says "mm!" and his hair starts growing fluffy and grey, his nose becomes a little snoutlike, and fur starts to appear on his body. He licks his lips when his face becomes a furry grey canine muzzle. His ears grow larger and a mane begins to form on the back of his neck. The rest of his body is now almost completely grey with fur.
He stands up, pushing his chair back and sleepily looking down into the cereal as a small fluffy tail pops out of his pants and a mane of thick dark grey fur makes its way down his spine. His face and ears are almost entirely canine.
As the rest of his body takes on the shape of a maned wolf, he plants his paws on the table, plunges his face into the bowl, and frantically laps up more cereal, knocking over the box and the chair.
Licking his lips again, he climbs up onto the table (which is now covered in milk and cereal) with his tall, goofy, maned-wolf body, discarding his pants and excitedly wagging his tail. He eyes up the pile of cereal that remains in the box.
He sticks his whole muzzle into the box, wearing it on his head and eating as much cereal as he can. The author of the note (and, presumably, the provider of the cereal) arrives home and sees him sitting on his rump on the table amid the mess: "Are you ready for our w— HEY, GET OFF THE TABLE"](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:taomwumgr4h6irdrqqmrcckn/bafkreiektfuacm2obekzjaunpxmkawjzjumblapwxryb74pptv5zjfzxwq)
![[Art on Page] A detailed graphite drawing of a wolf’s eyes. One, the left is more formed than the right — indicating a near but not complete transition. The fur around them is dense and wispy, rendered in fine pencil lines that suggest softness and depth. The eyes are highly realistic and expressive, staring directly outward with intense, soulful focus. They seem alert but ancient—wide with instinct, watching as if waiting for something to begin. The drawing fades at the edges into blank white space, giving the eyes a floating, disembodied presence.
Look into my eyes one last time
Look into my eyes. Hold them close until you can see the last scrap of me — the part that counts thoughts in lists, that weighs choices against rules, that folds shame into tidy, human-shaped pockets. Watch it loosen. Watch the corners of doubt unhook themselves like small animals from a net and dart away. There is no melodrama here, no violent yanking; it slips. The human mind peels like old bark, and underneath, the thing that always was settles warm and terrible and simple.
They give me the last injection in a room that smells faintly of cedar and lemon. No needles, no cold clinical lecture — only the careful hands of doctors, veterinarians and nurses who know which bones to cradle and which stories to leave untold. I breathe. I lost the ability to count days back. I let the bracing liquid be a gate, not an instruction manual. I do not want to name it; names are the thin net that caught me for years.
The burn is a rumour. It goes through me sideways — a quiet rearrangement, like a convent bell that signals not death but a calling. My limbs answer first. They stop thinking of movement and begin to remember it: how to fold, to coil, to push.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:6hpcvbf2bhtwyfh5cfmx6clw/bafkreievifoujnv75rp5xqfgciv32ujns4h34ljset745atwuduopqikei)
