Anthropomorphic Shamanism

[AnthroHeart]

He's just starting to help me learn what it's like to be an anthro. He holds my forearms and sends me a message.

I already know the anthro body is firmer, harder, and stronger.

I'm not afraid to take on this new form in his reality. I just keep forgetting.

There's some sadness in being an anthro. I now feel it. It's not always thrilling.

I feel deeper now than I remember. The air is thick. I see his eyes, and they are bright.

He has learned to adapt. He welcomes me, that no matter how challenging it becomes, I will see it through.

We are both naked. He is covered in fur, beautiful yellow fur. I am blue in color. Sometimes I am grey.

I want to sleep tonight, but I don't want to lose the memory. Or forget where we left off.

I am torn between two living worlds. Two realities. I have the time to spend in both. All my needs are met.

I want for nothing but to be with him, and to be an anthro. I must not forget my form. I must not forget him, my guide.

His eyes glow softly. Or maybe they just reflect my soul energy. If I could see it, I would be shining like a billion suns.