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I do not post very much anymore, but that’s because lately I’ve had an extreme lack of any feelings related to this dragonself. Honestly, the only feelings I really get from this anymore are missing the riders I used to have.

Let’s look back on everything you’ve done And give a gentle smile

I may create a few new tags so that I am able to reblog more things. It really bothers me not having appropriate sorting systems for my own posts, especially in this blog. I want to create an aesthetic / kinhome tag, and possibly a tag for dragon art, although if I dig back I may be able to find an existing tag for that.

I apologize for the lack of posts lately. I try to keep the blog as otherkin-related as I possibly can, and try to keep anything that is not a conversation / thought about kin away. I do not like this blog to be messy, since it is mainly just a place for me to store doodles I’ve done for friends and memories I’ve had.

Sorry I have not been on this blog in forever. I have not been getting dragonfeels sufficient for using this blog as of late. 

I think I have an answer for why my horns glowed blue, and it’s mainly because I believe the gland / area I would charge the plasma in was up by the back of my head, and had small pathways to my mouth and nose, allowing me to expel it that way. Not only were there pathways to my mouth and nose, but to the horns as well, and I could fire it up as sort of an intimidation tactic. If someone’s horns are glowing, you stayed the hell away from them. If they were not upset, though, or were not showing strong emotion, the horns would remain a sort of sandblasted translucent  gray glass texture. For lack of better words, the horns would both look like they were made of gray, rough glass.

I miss being able to nudge Alice (placeholder name for my closest rider) with my forehead. It was a sign of affection between dragons, but she understood it as well. I do believe we harbored the closest relationship between dragon and human, at least in my lifetime.

I'm having a strong resurgence of feels / memories right now. Well, I WAS, anyway. I just get homesick. I miss her, my rider. I miss him, I miss all of them. I miss my clan mates. I remember another rider being one of the more bonded ones other than Alice. He had almost white blond hair, and was quite tall and muscular. As he grew older, he kept his blond beard in two neat braids, but always thin and short. He kept the rest of it well-cut. I remember his firm grip on the handles he had fashioned for when he and I were in flight. Alice had a strong but gentle grip, and she always rode holding onto a bar on my neck.