One Angelkin VoiceWe all want to fit in somewhere, sometimes its very difficult when we don't know who or what we are and nothing seems to feel quite right. It's a lonely experience and often it was just easier to squeeze into one or more groups that came somewhat close - but something was always missing. That missing bit is somewhere inside ourselves and we turn to other groups hopping to unearth that elusive element but we sometimes in the process fail to see ourselves. I was one of those who wanted to fit in. They say that with age comes wisdom, in hind sight I was pretty stuck in fitting in that I began to let those groups define who I was in stead of defining who I was within the group, and all along I wouldn't believe that I was different. I wanted to be alike...but I had wings and I wasn't one of them. Years and years ago I learned to accept that nobody can ever really fit in by being like everyone else, so now I have stuck out like a sore thumb for many, many moons and many people and otherkin loved me for it. I know witches compleatly devoted to their Goddesses and the Wicca path, Vampires who shun daylight, a Lycon who goes to monthly Howls, two elves and a whole assortment of delightful oddballs, that I have strangely fit in by not fitting in.
I have wings, few have seen them, most don't. I feel their weight, I feel the sadness of others, anger at senseless cruelity and a healthy dose of defiance. I am moral to the point of being accused as stuck up, I let my seven virtues guide me and I marvel at the stupidity and sometimes brilliance of mortals. I adore no god, use magic without trying and can't stand discordent energy. I am a fallen angel...in a human body.