Inter-species Mating

Nekos, Elves, Fae, Men, and Demi-gods. What happens when you throw a box of crayons in a heated pot, stirring as you go? The color which emerges is not seen by many as beautiful. Perhaps this, too, may happen when one person mates himself to multiple species. Unable to find a foundation in one, he seeks the perfect mating of soul to body in another and another. Characteristics, emotions, and mind stir into a bubbling ghastly brown ocre. And maybe his beauty is lost in this indigestible conglomerate.

I live in Neko, elf, man, and demi-god. I shift like a shadow too long under the Sun's unforgiving glare. But, in the soul, my species is clear.

I am the dark angel. I beheld truth, unutterable, undeniable. Knowingly, questioning the fabric of my being, I turn from a destiny etched in my soul millenia before I became...real. It is the fallen angel for whom the word melancholy was crafted on the tongues of men. For what other wretched race of beings would willingly turn from Destiny, Truth, and Light, for no one but themselves. I see the faces, in Life and in Death, and long for the gentle ignorance shrouding their existence while burning with the knowledge forbidden to all others. How can they understand me...how dare they judge! I am the dark angel, standing on the wrong side of the looking glass.