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Kalla Besleova Hexe

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Yeen queen, she/her or they/them 🏳️‍⚧️

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Elvenhound @ ANE

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Trotting in with the New Year, we are raffling the Striped Hyena Celtic and Mini Pins from December's Patreon!

To Enter, please Re-blog this post and make sure you are following Elvenhound on Bluesky! I'll randomly select a winner next month. Good luck, and thank you for the support!

A hard enamel pin of a Striped Hyena inspired by Celtic style

A mini hard enamel pin of a striped hyena, done in a chibi-like style

January 3, 2026 at 4:44 PM

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Shimi ·⃝⃤

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I felt moved last night to make something… a Therian artefact… a poster? Manifesto? Handout? Flyer?

Whatevs. Its done. I’ll stick a few up over town.

A B&W poster” “WE WEREN’T BORN AS THEY SAID,” with poetic text about creaturely identity, defiance of naming systems, & embracing transformation. The design is chaotic & natural, with pencil-style animal drawings in each corner: a wolf (top left), a raven (top right), a rabbit (bottom left), & a cat (bottom right). Each is sketched with textured lines

We didn’t begin in the clean white glare of their charts. We arrived—yowling-growling-baying-howling, cawing, snarling—our half-formed, paws still muddy from an older place. And they named us? No. They trapped us. In idea, in syllables that smelled of linoleum & sharp metal. They called us boy-girl he-she—as if they could ever know what had birthed in that room. But we're not names. we're poetry & motion. we're shedding. we're becoming again & again, slick with moulting skin & seasons that do not obey clocks. They cannot pin us to the wall like a dead moth & call it truth. We don’t owe our shapes to the ones who tried to bind them. We don’t owe our hearts to a category. We do not remember being born, so why should we carry the weight of that first cage? Let the forest remember us instead. Let our tracks in the dirt, our fur in the bramble, our voice in the long night be our real record. If we were once mistaken for something we're not—then so be it. we're not sacred because of what we were called. we're sacred because of what we're now. Breathing. Shifting. Choosing. Alive.
Still reading this?
Dearest creature: Are you eating enough? Are you sleeping with your back pressed to one who knows your scent, your musk? Are you helping your packs find water, safety, moonlight? Do not forget your teeth are not just for defence. They are also for grooming. For play. For love, for cracking open new things. Exploring your world.
Be not defined nor categorised by those who tried to clip your wings or dull your teeth & claws. Define thyself by your every sacred heartbeat & keep going. Even when they wish us dead & gone.

June 18, 2025 at 5:25 AM

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@howlitzer.art

I'm sure I'll be resharing this piece more because it is Very Good Juice but I may as well add some words.

Part of some very satisfying "fuck it, it's pride month" indulgence...

Hanmonster @hanmonster.bsky.social · Jun 15

Finished an Aurum piece for @howlitzer.art tonight that I'm still absolutely vibrating over-- happy Pride month, everyone! Stay fierce, stay beautiful! About 10 hours total from start to finish, give or take a little pocket change.