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#1 of Misurki Autobiography
I have always felt like a freak, someone who has never belonged to the world she was born on, different enough from everybody that takes one look at you and finds instant disgust. That essence of hatred coming from everyone simply because you may look prettier then they do or don't live up to their standards, the way you dress is not how they think you should or even what music you listen to. It was a much greater deal for me though, I lived in a human town, and I was what they call an animal or "Furry." The town was filled with people who despise and hated up Furries as well as anyone who was associated with them. There was another part of town, not as well built but still just as cozy it was the furry part of town. Being an Arctic Fox, some are surprised I could stand the heat, but after what I went through, the heat would be least of concerns to me. I spent time with other Furries, hearing some stories of their life in slavery, others of how lucky they felt that they were born in the human society, like having a human parent or their parents were free when they mated. Even when talking to other Furries though I felt extremely different from everyone else, however finally living on my own away from the torment and deep fear of slavery again it almost relaxed me from everyone else's opinions. Even with this thought though, I couldn't help but feel different from the fact I have only met one other slave that was like me.
I am a female Arctic wolf, at least my figure makes me look I am. I actually have a nine inch member hidden underneath the layer of clothing I have upon me. Not only does this make me different, but the markings I bear on my fur are an indication, a giant sign saying "Here's the hermaphrodite!" Luckily for me these markings are only known among the tribe I came from. Deep crimson red markings ran across my muzzle, down inside of my breasts, across my stomach, between my thighs, a skunk line resemblance going up the back of my tail and a large patch on each on the inside of my biceps and forearms. Some find my markings unique, some find it sexy and some others find it mysterious, wanting to learn about my past and my history. And I am sure whoever is reading this would like to know as well, this is my autobiography, from start to where I presently reside. For now, I will start from the beginning hoping that my story will be shared among everyone who wishes to know what the life of a "Furry" and a slave.
Even though my life was hard and somewhat...tormented, I have learned a lot through it, picked up skills that make up how I live today, from life skills to common knowledge of an assortment of things. Along this path, I made friends, some who are still with me today...and found love or two, hoping to find them both, so I can have the opportunity to thank them for all they did for me...and confess my feelings to at least one of them, when that time comes, it's going to be a most difficult choice. Through reading this, I warn you now, some things may not be to pleasant to read, some even unbearable to start, but I plead to you, please keep reading, I went through this and I know I was destined to write my story, to share to everyone what kind of hell I have been through and back from. I aim to give this autobiography to all the people who wish to liberate Furries from this depression and ownership, to give it to the people and other Furries who wish to know the truth behind everything that is happening to us behind the scenes. Sales and trading of slaves is still going on to this day, and I hope for it to stop as soon as it can.
Before I finally start my story, I do wish to say this, the name on the front of this book is my real name, I am keeping names same to keep the reflection of my life true and trustworthy, yes this does put me at risk of being harmed, but I feel the outcome from my life will get enough people and Furries to stop the people who continue to do this even to the day I started writing this. The beginning of this story is about my parents, how they met and when I was born. I keep the chapters in present like I was writing it exactly when it happened. Please...for the love of God please do not let this hindrance continue on anymore.
Chapter 1: Birth
I feel it is quite necessary to start from the very beginning, following how my mother and father met. Far up north, a small village of Arctic foxes took refuge after having their previous homes ransacked by an enemy tribe. A young female fox took a break from hunting to enjoy the snow fall. Her fur matched the pure whiteness of the snow as each flake glimmers down past her, letting out a sigh of relief to be off her feet. The quiet, harmony of the forest takes her, closing her eyes as her body relaxes. Within moments of putting her bow down, she heard a crack of twigs, with quick instincts she grabs her bow again and slides an hour out. Keeping low she slowly creeps to the source of the sound, her arrow notched onto the string of the bow. Her tail drags in the snow as her entire body slices into the surroundings, only outstanding feature from the scene was her bright purple eyes.
A feral deer slowly creeps out from behind some trees, the fox eyeing her dinner for tonight. Pulling the string back of her paw, her arms flexing to perfect form from repeating this motion countless times, she takes aim at the deer. Not one muscle tense, no twitching or even shaking, just a perfect standstill. A flake of snow sways back and forth falling to the Earth only to be caught by the arrow head aimed toward her dinner. Before releasing her arrow, a baby doe comes playfully trotting out around its mother. The fox hesitated, a small click of emotion switched over in her mind as her eyes widen a bit. As she tried shaking off the feeling a buck comes walking out as well, the family of deer before her as she watched. Arrow still aimed toward the mother, she had to think, over and over if what she would do is right.
'The little one has a father, it'll be just fine'. She first though as her grip stayed firm on the arrow.
'But...everyone needs a mother figure', she fought herself in her mind, 'it wouldn't be right to tear the family apart...' Her stance began to weaken as she continues to fight with her emotions, 'I can't take the mother away, they are happy, they should be happy...I shouldn't just rip their happiness away...' She couldn't, her conscious wouldn't let her. She withdrew the arrow as she collapsed on her knees, tears rolling down her cheek knowing exactly why she had to stop herself.
She takes some time to bring herself together, calming down as she takes in deep heavy breathes. Her paws rub over her temples as she finally gets up and knows she must continue on to find food for herself tonight. Slinging her bow, she went on gathering for any berries and roots she could find. Finding some winter berries and Xander roots she went back to the village as the sun was beginning to set. She stood atop a hill that overlooked the entirety of the village, even though after the destruction of their much larger home the love and affection never disappeared, each male and female together hand in hand as they return into their homes. She whimpers to herself...she wishes to have a mate someone to finally hold and keep her tight.
She continues to her empty hut, her ears working against her as she hears trotting of pups running around. She shivered as she looks into her bedroom, the bed laid with someone in it. She quickly ran to it and removed the covers quickly, but to her despair...nothing. Her eyes swelled with tears again as she bites her bottom lip. Her paws gripping to the sheet as she presses her cheek against it, wishing it contained the scent of her mate, the comforting warmness from him and the sense of security of a strong male to protect her. Her tears begin to fall as her depression consumes her, however it always have grown worse near mating season, within a couple months it will be. The shaman gave her some medicine to help her contain her feelings so she can at least tolerate another night.
Her wooden pipe lay next to her bed she grabbed it at the jar of herbs and unrolled the top, the scent of the medicine swelled in her nose, letting a sigh out as she knows it is still good. She packed some into the bowl piece and places the jar next to her bed. With a flint and stone, she flicked a spark onto a small piece of paper and used it to ignite the herb, inhaling the smoke and holding it deep in her lungs. She sighed out and coughed what little she had and placed the pipe next to the jar. She lies in bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering when, if it will ever happen, she will find her mate.
I know this is upsetting, but It's something to be put up at the moment (trust me it'll work out X3) Currently posting to let people know if they are interested I'm working on my Autobiography and I hope this first chapter isn't confusing how it is written. So feel free to share some constructive criticism, and I always love comments/rates/faves <3