Introduction
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animal_quillsThanks, Akhila, for creating this community! It's a splendid idea, and I look forward to reading what goes on in here.
For those of you who don't know me: hi. I'm rather horrible at introducing myself, but I have an essay-thing that could do the trick. I look forward to getting to know everyone! =)
My name is Mindy Erickson. I am twenty-one, five foot three, one hundred and twenty-two pounds. I am a non-graduating senior at a top-ranked University, majoring in English. I am an American who can't wait to move out of the States, a media-hater who loves the Discovery and History channels, and an anti-social 'seldom drinker' who goes to bars just to sit alone and write.
My name is Aalaueryiian. I am a therianthrope, a snow leopard, a human. My soul is no different from any other soul, but I won't presume to say what a soul is made of. I believe my soul has lived multiple lives, and that one of these was a snow leopard. Snow leopard has clung to my soul, as human clings to my soul, making something new and beautiful and not nearly as rare as one might think.
My hair is straight, honey-blonde, and falls to my hips. It is constantly going over my eyes, into my mouth, and onto my boyfriend's clothes. My skin burns at the first hint of direct sunlight and is covered in more freckles than five people could count. My tail is a foot longer than my legs, forcing me to keep the tip curved away from the floor as I walk. My mobile ears react to sound, raindrops, and emotions. My fur is thick, soft, hot. It's too hot in Texas for a fair-skinned, sensitive-eyed young woman. As a snow leopard, it is unbearable. The land is beautiful and has been 'home' all my life. I will miss it, and visit it often, but I crave mountains and forests and cold and snow. I will leave the scrubby Hill Country for somewhere further north, where I can satisfy both human and snow leopard.
I feel safest in high places -- a top bunk, a loft overlooking a room, on counters and shelves, even the back of the couch if there's nothing higher. Or in dens -- a bottom bunk, an open walk-in closet, a canopy bed with the drapes mostly closed. I love being as close as possible to my mate, enjoy occasional hugs from close friends and family, and rarely tolerate physical contact with anyone else. The intricacies of language fascinate me, but my thoughts are often images, impressions, emotions, sans words. My favorite foods are tacos, salads with Italian dressing, or cereal with almonds and skim milk. But I can't help but stare at livestock as I drive past ranches, and enjoy hunting nimble, long-haired goats in my imagination.
I hang roses from my ceiling to dry, sing along with Soundgarden as I drive, and daydream about my writing as I shop for groceries. I despise submerging myself in water, adore cold rooms, and hate eating in crowded places. I am meticulously clean, would rather nuzzle than kiss, and can almost see a snow leopard's face imposed over my own in the mirror. I feel just as comfortable moving on my toes and hands as on my two feet, but prefer to wear sandals with heels than flat-footed shoes; it helps my balance, and feels more natural. Flying down a snowy slope on skis is amazing, but I can't shake the feeling it should be a rocky slope on four paws.
I cannot put into words exactly what it is that makes me a snow leopard. I cannot describe how it feels, or how perfectly everything fell into place when I first discovered I wasn't the only one. But in the end, what does it matter if I can or not? I am Mindy, Lauery; I am human, snow leopard. And that is enough.
For those of you who don't know me: hi. I'm rather horrible at introducing myself, but I have an essay-thing that could do the trick. I look forward to getting to know everyone! =)
My name is Mindy Erickson. I am twenty-one, five foot three, one hundred and twenty-two pounds. I am a non-graduating senior at a top-ranked University, majoring in English. I am an American who can't wait to move out of the States, a media-hater who loves the Discovery and History channels, and an anti-social 'seldom drinker' who goes to bars just to sit alone and write.
My name is Aalaueryiian. I am a therianthrope, a snow leopard, a human. My soul is no different from any other soul, but I won't presume to say what a soul is made of. I believe my soul has lived multiple lives, and that one of these was a snow leopard. Snow leopard has clung to my soul, as human clings to my soul, making something new and beautiful and not nearly as rare as one might think.
My hair is straight, honey-blonde, and falls to my hips. It is constantly going over my eyes, into my mouth, and onto my boyfriend's clothes. My skin burns at the first hint of direct sunlight and is covered in more freckles than five people could count. My tail is a foot longer than my legs, forcing me to keep the tip curved away from the floor as I walk. My mobile ears react to sound, raindrops, and emotions. My fur is thick, soft, hot. It's too hot in Texas for a fair-skinned, sensitive-eyed young woman. As a snow leopard, it is unbearable. The land is beautiful and has been 'home' all my life. I will miss it, and visit it often, but I crave mountains and forests and cold and snow. I will leave the scrubby Hill Country for somewhere further north, where I can satisfy both human and snow leopard.
I feel safest in high places -- a top bunk, a loft overlooking a room, on counters and shelves, even the back of the couch if there's nothing higher. Or in dens -- a bottom bunk, an open walk-in closet, a canopy bed with the drapes mostly closed. I love being as close as possible to my mate, enjoy occasional hugs from close friends and family, and rarely tolerate physical contact with anyone else. The intricacies of language fascinate me, but my thoughts are often images, impressions, emotions, sans words. My favorite foods are tacos, salads with Italian dressing, or cereal with almonds and skim milk. But I can't help but stare at livestock as I drive past ranches, and enjoy hunting nimble, long-haired goats in my imagination.
I hang roses from my ceiling to dry, sing along with Soundgarden as I drive, and daydream about my writing as I shop for groceries. I despise submerging myself in water, adore cold rooms, and hate eating in crowded places. I am meticulously clean, would rather nuzzle than kiss, and can almost see a snow leopard's face imposed over my own in the mirror. I feel just as comfortable moving on my toes and hands as on my two feet, but prefer to wear sandals with heels than flat-footed shoes; it helps my balance, and feels more natural. Flying down a snowy slope on skis is amazing, but I can't shake the feeling it should be a rocky slope on four paws.
I cannot put into words exactly what it is that makes me a snow leopard. I cannot describe how it feels, or how perfectly everything fell into place when I first discovered I wasn't the only one. But in the end, what does it matter if I can or not? I am Mindy, Lauery; I am human, snow leopard. And that is enough.
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Date: 2006-02-10 06:20 pm (UTC)I still like your writings as much as the first time I read them.
Have you edited the other/older snowpardness one? I miss it. :P
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Date: 2006-02-10 06:23 pm (UTC)And actually, I was just eyeing that empty space on your website--I really do need to redo that essay. I'm putting that at the top of my not-homework to-do list. Ahem. *Grins.*
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Date: 2006-02-10 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-12 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-10 08:05 pm (UTC)Very nice intro, it's nice to hear someone so sure of themselves.. it's comforting. *smiles*
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Date: 2006-02-11 04:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-11 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-12 05:33 am (UTC)Thanks for the compliment, by the way. And just between us, there are a thousand other things for me to be less sure about. Cat-ness, as Akhila mentioned, is not one of them, thank god.
I forgot to mention that I like your artwork! The LJicons in your DA account are fabulous.
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Date: 2006-02-13 12:57 am (UTC)Aw, thanks! I wish I had more up in my gallery right now, but I've been kind of artisticly down lately. If you want to see my old stuff, it's at my brushfirewolf.deviantart.com gallery. :]
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Date: 2006-02-13 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-13 09:12 pm (UTC)I love this piece, by the way. I don't think it feels all that angsty. I think it's a marvelous description of you and your life and desires and such. It has a wonderful atmosphere to it!
It's nice to have you here, and I can't wait to read more of your stuff!
*bear-hugs*