I'm an otherkin, but my kintype is kind of . . . "out there". I see myself as a chimeric creature known as an Enfield. You probably haven't heard of it, but it has the head of a red fox, the chest of a greyhound, the barrel of a lion, the hindquarters of a grey wolf, and the wings/talons of an eagle. It kind of looks like this
However, I see myself as a simplified version of the creature that's effectively a red fox with the wings/talons of a golden eagle . . . more like what you see below (the tail's all wrong but whatevs.)
Personally, I don't really think I'm anything other than human. I don't have the soul of an Enfield, I'm not the reincarnation of one, etc. I honestly think that whole idea is kind of ridiculous. However, for some inexplicable reason, I still feel as though I am that creature on a deep, visceral level. Sometimes I slip into a fox-like mindset, and even borrow some instincts from the both eagles and foxes. Like a fox, I growl when I'm angry and wiper when I'm sad. And if I see a squirrel, rabbit, etc. my initial instinct is to chase it down and sink my teeth into it. Granted, I don't actually follow through on that because I actually have some boundaries, but the urge is still there. Like an eagle though, when I feel threatened, my initial instinct is to try to fly into the air. It obviously never works, of course, but I can still feel my phantom wings tense up at the ready, and flap like crazy.
Oh right, did I forget to mention that? I have phantom limbs. While I find it ridiculous to think that anyone can physically shape-shift, I can still trigger what feels like a shift in the way different parts of my body are shaped. Sometimes, my teeth feel like they're sharp and pointy with my canines growing into fangs. I often feel the prickle of whiskers around where my muzzle would be. My hands and arms sometimes feel hard and scaly, like an eagle's talons. And like I said above, I straight up feel like I have extra limbs, namely a tail as well as a set of wings on my back. All of these shifts tend to come and go. They don't always coincide, and my control over them is hit or miss. Sometimes I'll try to shift but can't. Other times I'll shift without trying and just have to let it run it's course.
I don't know why I feel like an Enfield . I just do. It's part of who I am, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
