Tales From the Cryptid

The draconic urge to stretch your wings and escape above the clouds, leaving everything behind.

Important meeting between dragons. They are loafing in a circle and just purring and cooing.

I'm not a therian but pls reblog or something if youre an adult therian. I need to find more nonhuman blogs, a lot of people on here who identify as animals are children.

my gender is a cryptid. a creature. i am a thing with red glowing eyes peaking through the bramble

Otherkin culture is having a "literally me" character that is just straight up a creature

I try to pretend that this body is a disguise to trick humans into thinking I'm also a human, but like, I'm also really bad at acting human

queer in the way cryptids from small town folklore are queer. send post.

Just once I'd like to exit the woods and for someone to see me and scream "JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!" as they visibly weigh whether they should run. Is that so much to ask?

I think people underestimate how much I want them to use it/it's for me. Like talk about me like a scary cryptid you found in your backyard. Or a weird bug in your shower. Or a strange fossil of a species you just discovered.

I need to hold all my friends in my wings and make sure they're all safe

Shoutout to my fellow eldritch, inperceivable, or otherworldly kin who are creatures without existing lore. Shit's hard when you lack any established basis to convey what you are and find similar creatures to share experiences with.

Of course I have bad posture. My wings, they’re weighin me down.