the want to gently take those i care about to a safe hovel in the woods and rest my head on them and make them feel safe. to make sure they know that my strength is there to protect them.
i am loyal to my last breath. i am as vicious as the unforgiving winter. my strength is yours, too. and only meant to hold you gently. never to keep you from venturing on your own. cause I know you are capable. but i want you to know that my strength is always there for you to dip into when you need it.
you are not alone. you do not have to fight alone.
had phantom pain in my tail all day today. i couldn't get my tail to stop being underneath me so i sat on it the entire shift at work and it kept aching :(
kept having a tingling sensation on the back of my neck and shoulder too. must have been my hackles being raised the entire time :(
lets frollick like the chernobyl radioactive dogs Okay?
Dissomutant
[PT: Dissomutant]
Dissomutant, An Dissospecies(link) subterm connected to thinking one is an Mutant and makes the person, whether it be because of delusional or IRL attachments, being an alter that species differs from the body, psychosis, etc., feel disconnected from their external species. This is not for "fun" or voluntary "I wanna be this โจ๏ธ", this also doesn't override the external species the person has.
Note: This is not relating to Mutants form the X-Men series, rather Mutanted by radiation and biohazards.
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the scientists used to enter my enclosure with radiation suits on. they were advised not to get close to me cause if i bit them or they hung around me too long, they could get a lethal dose of radiation.
but some of them still would pet me when they pumped me full of chemicals. some would leave parts of their lunch for me near the entrance to my enclosure. the way some of them looked at me...i think they forgot that i was just a reanimated corpse of a wolfdog that had been be so modified it could barely be considered a wolfdog anymore. i much more resembled some kind of alien or shapeshifter.
still though...some of the scientists wanted and still want the best for me. even now that they remotely monitor me.
sometimes i can hear their radio calls in my head. make observations about my behavior. giving me migraines to deter me from getting too close to humans. making my body hurt and ache when i stray too far from where Im meant to be.
i wish my current environment was more like my enclosure. nice and foggy and chilly. mostly wastelands expect for a few sparce shrubs and dead trees. i used to dig burrows in the dirt and sleep underground. i miss the smell of dirt.
Radiation won't penetrate a lead wall. Biophysics. 1962.
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