hello! You can call me Stray 🐾🌕

I am overwhelmingly, almost all of the time, a coyote. Usually quadrupedal, occasionally anthropomorphic.

I am also a werewolf, a coastal wolf, and a karst shepherd.

I use nonhuman as a general label for my identity, though I also identity as a psychological therian for simplicity's sake. I'm autistic, which plays a significant part in how I experience life as an animal. I'm not very strict about identity as it's a very fluid thing, so l try not to police others or my own experiences of nonhumanity. If yr seriously an animal yr seriously an animal!

I use this blog as a space to share my thoughts and experiences within my own nonhumanity, to share others’ posts that resonate with me, and to connect with other nonhumans! no byf, if I don’t like you I’ll block you, no hard feelings. Unless you’re legit gross, then all the hard feelings.

Any non-animality related posts can be found under #stray posts!

Asks are super welcome, I love giving out advice or answering questions or just chatting. I’ve decided to no longer take theriotype doodle requests, If you send one in it will be deleted, sorry! However, If you would like to commission me for an art piece of your theriotype you can find my info here: straydogcomms.carrd.co

Happy 5 year anniversary and therianthropy day to my partner! @toymonkeytail

A little piece of my mate as a therianthropy day present for it.

It's recently discovered its own relationship and identity under the nonhuman umbrella and I feel very lucky to be here to help it along with its journey. It's fairly new to the community space so you should go share some love with it ( @toymonkeytail ) !!

Sometimes specific feelings come through. feelings that are so overwhelmingly not ones I've ever known. I don't know. this is such a strange melancholy. I feel wrong in ways that are new. like I'm not meant to be so... involved? this world is infinite. I am infinite. but I must traverse the Earth with a clock on my shoulders. A pressure and weight of age and time and loss.

The coyote has an admiration for humans. An appreciation for the new lands they've provided him. the food and prey, new homes and obstacles to overcome. I, the unicorn, do not. I don't eat from their palms happily. I don't walk their manufactured landscapes with wonder or excitement. I feel a horrible ache within me when I think about all they have done to this life. A unicorn is not supposed to ache. a unicorn can feel pain and sadness. A unicorn can be scared. but a unicorn shouldn't feel this dreadful ache. in this body, I'm coming to understand that I have been feeling this ache for quite some time. the feeling of infinite loss.

how do you describe the feeling of having your self be absent from you? Any little bit of magic you were meant to keep for all of time, utterly gone. I've tried to muster over all these years. I've tried to identify it. Pull it out of the sky around me, the ligaments and muscles within me. It is gone completely.

I can't bear look at this body. I can't take the weight of all these worries. so wholly unimportant, so entirely insignificant. there isn't room for much else in a body and mind such as this one.

oh heartache, oh soul of mine.

come back from the stars, to me.

Hope everyone had a happy Halloween yesterday!

Any excuse to wear gear out and about is a good one, hope you all felt a little more critter than usual last night! 🌑 💫