It wasn't enough to kill me, the venom coursing through my veins. The bite was quick, and things were blury. Adrenaline was high, and my arms were shaking. That's the effect of the venom.
I'm fine, nothing more than discomfort, but I realized something. It's true what they say, how no one cares about you until you're on your deathbed. I was okay with dying, knowing that is will be the last time in a while that I would get so many texts. For one moment, I didn't feel alone.
Here I am today, I'm doing better, and everyone's back to their own thing.
I haven't received a text all day, and I'm doing okay.
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My Therian/Otherkin Journey
Non-FictionI will note my journey of therianthropy, and otherkins.
