He told me one day about his allergy to silver. At first I joked around with him about him being a werewolf, but soon he told me otherwise. That was when the door opened. His fiance was soon to tell me then that I wasn't human either, but she couldn't figure out what I was. I've always been hard to read, whether it was my emotions or my motives.
That's when I went back to an old family friend. He had talked about his being a dragon, but I thought it was another game of his. Yet again, I was wrong.
I was cautious about bringing the question up. It started when I asked him if he believed in other races. He was quick to tell me yes, and so we got onto the topic of my true nature. After days of careful contemplation, he came to the conclusion that I was a were-fox, or kitsune.
My constant skyward gaze and quick thinking were almost dead giveaways, though we didn't see it until later on. Once I learned of my race, I was intrigued to find that my whole life had led up to this. Little reactions, quirks, and habits were explained in full, and then some. Since then I haven't felt that hole inside, and it's kept me going on.
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Many lessons still to be learned
countless stones left unturned
To find myself among the world
A hidden banner left unfurled
A nature masked by human traits
My true self still awaits
