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This world is not mine...
It never has,
it never will be.

Memories fill me from before my birth, of worlds where animals walk upright as humans do, worlds that have never known the bare-skinned offspring of chimps. Others where they weren't special chosen to be the sole stewards of that world's unevolved species, but in equal partnership with evolved versions of those animals.

I have been a dire wolf barbarian, helping my tribe fight our version of the Romans. Brothers in Arms with cave and polar bears, Fierce Sabertooths, Aurochis, Irish Deer... All pushing the boundaries of a world empire back. Meeting the pony tribes of the steppes as our allies...

I have been Shanna, Lynx sex-goddess and entertainer to a world of fairly high tech furs that practically worshiped me. I am a merciless opponent to slavery, seeing friends die after being captured and smuggled outcountry. The skins of slavers decorated my room.
Maybe it is best I do not quite remember how I died in my prime...

I have been a nameless slave, my memories carried over to Shanna's life and were awakened by the deaths of her friends as slaves. I was less than nothing, treated like a beast to work to death, except when the masters needed their desires quenched in my ravaged kithole.
I fed the master's animals when I died...

I was a Whitetail buck on a beautiful medium tech world. I lived a good life with my wives, raised our fawns well, and died happy, Beloved of my entire family.
My house still stands strong...

I was a stallion, and warlord of my nation. I did things I was not proud of, and sickened me to my soul. All to keep my nation alive in the face of its enemies. I had any mare, or any fem I wanted, yet always felt alone because I never let go the horror of my office to love them as they deserved.
I died holding my guts in, crying for my mare...

I was a gentle mare. Who I am, or what I did must have been far back in the lineup, or unimportant for I do not remember much now. I may even have been a normal four-legger horse.
I only know I died happy...

I have been so many furs, I cannot remember them all, yet they each have left their mark on who I am. I have been male and female so many times, sex with either appeals to me. I have been predator and prey, warrior and mother, master, then slave.

I am a stallion, genetically created by men to walk as they. I know I have an important destiny on the worlds of furries to protect the innocent from rapacious conquest. As before when waiting to become a new life, My soul is imprinted with the knowledge of what animal I am to be, and some sense of my destiny.
Something is wrong.
My body is not a horse's.
I have too many fingers.
I have no tail, no muzzle, no elegant ears.
My bare-skinned parents are concerned it takes me until three years of age to teach me to RUN as a two-legger does, instead of four-footing whenever I needed to be somewhere fast.
Something in me says this development is completely normal.
I ask my mom what happened to my tail.
I stare constantly at the stranger in the mirror, confused that he acts like me, yet has no fur, no tail, no muzzle.
When the humans play their dominance games, I treat them as a horse does alone with carnivorous apes.
School is a running battle.
I will not be tamed. I am wild...
I cringe when I see myself in the mirror. Memories of who I've been haunt me. This hairless freak cannot be me!
I want him to disappear! He is the illusion, not me!
I try to use the powers gifted to me in the past to leave this world or to change into anything. Even a simple horse with no human memory would be better. I fail repeatedly.

I find I can astrally visit other worlds.
I find others like me who have animals for souls who point the way to worlds for me with their art, making the way easier.
I find I can dreamwalk after some tips from true masters of the gift.
I am more comfortable with what I am, now that I know I am not alone, but wonder why I am here in this body.

I had a vision from Coyote. what does he want with me?

He spoke to other furs too, odd...
Is there to be a grand joke on humanity only furries will enjoy?
I only know I will be going to the world I was to have been born on when I leave this world and body.
I am tired, and want to go home.

This world is not mine...and can never be.

But I now have hope!