Stuck in human bodies?

[Shaprite]

I've heard some of you believe that your real dragons trapped in human bodies. I don't get it. What do you mean?
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[Namhias]

Yes, most of us here do, myself included.
What you're asking is a very complicated question, sometimes, we ourselves don't fully understand what it means.
It's meant quite literally when you boil it down. We consider ourselves otherkin, people who think / believe / know that our souls, or essence or what you want to call it, is not human. It's a very personal belief system, and you'll get different answers from everybody.

For me, it means that I was once alive (in an other incarnation) as a dragon, and that my soul now resides in a human body for the moment. I AM a dragon, claws, horns, sharp teeth, and all the rest included. When we say we are a dragon, we refer to our souls, not our bodies. I belief that my soul is that of a dragon, and that it cannot become a human one. I am what I am, and I can't change it, even though I sometimes want to.
This brings some difficulties with it; There is the longing to be a physical dragon again, the phantom limbs, and a whole range of other things related to having a non-human soul.

[Jasriella]

I am in the same boat as Namhias. My exact color is unkown to me but I destinctly remember what it felt like to fly, to have wings and tail. In general to be dragon. But it's not what I physically felt that I miss and yearn for. I believe my life was taken short and I know I had a mate and hatchlings of my own. Though that's all I can remember or all that my mind has manifested for itself of that.

There's more but I wont go into detail here about myself as I have in other threads. But basically I'm a dragon stuck here as a human until god/gods know when. Hopefully I'll be able to go back home as this world has never been so for me.
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[Hyraxylos]

The description doesn't apply to me, since I can simply leave my body if I want to. It'd be more accurate to say that some feel "cut off" from draconity, since it's more of a longing for one thing than a desire for escape from another. I miss being able to fly, but the feeling isn't quite so aggressive as it used to be. At the moment I'm happy with my body as it is, except that I hate having to shave.
I don't feel that I'm "stuck" anywhere with anything. I feel more like I'm wandering around ADHDishly and get lost periodically, but not over anything spiritual.
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[SkieFireYokana]

Not a dragon, in my case. My personal case is complicated and I don't wish to have it told on this board, even though this is as close to a home as I've ever had. No, seriously, it is. Anyway, certain people will be able to describe some parts of it, but the entire thing is simply so... bizarre... I don't desire being outcast within my own home, so I don't mention it. My beliefs are my beliefs, they may or may not be correct and I acknowledge this, but for the most part I keep that to myself. But as everyone has said, ask a dozen otherkin, get two dozen answers. XD

And really when I get down to it, all I know about my soul and my self is I am not human. I refuse to be human. I am not. I may physically be--the jury's still out on that one, heh--but I am NOT mentally, socially, spiritually, or morally. And this part of me which is not human is perhaps not me, but may just be the mind which I am experiencing. Philosophical jargon there. :P It's complicated, but I believe I am like these others here, only rather than being a physical being at some point, I hold that my physical bodies--this one included--are mere excursions from the norm, and I am ordinarily a purely spiritual/ethereal/psionic being.
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[Ranna]

I met someone once before who said her natural form is the equivalent of silver goo; is it along those lines?

On the whole dragon thing, I get phantom limmbs really strongly quite often, and I once got really impatient when walking down a hill, wishing it could still just glide down.

Even so, I'm not resentful of being a human because I have found Chris. Sounds soppy, I know, but I wouldn't give him up to leave this life and return to being a dragon again
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