Cockatrice
Jul. 4th, 2024 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
professionaljaywlker I've been thinking about my draconity, lately.
Since the disappearance of the Voice that was mainly an eldritch dragon, I've lost a lot of the feelings of western draconity, mostly associated to the more modern fantastical dragon. I was myself always more wyvern, already more bird like, but it has intensified. Now instead of being a bird like dragon, I am a dragon like bird, a cockatrice.
I don't really identify with the folkloric cockatrice per se, but it's pretty logical in a way. A cockatrice is a draconic rooster. I am a draconic roadrunner. It seems normal I'd have differences. Moreover, my cockatrice identity is, paradoxically, something I got from my human life. Being a dragon is being the Adversary of humanity, the other. I find there is a lot of parallel between draconity and werewolf-hood, in that way. One is the transformation of human into beast, the other the mythological summum of the adversary beast, both antithetical to the civilised human in different ways. I think I wouldn't have become a dragon had I not been a human, and I became a dragon specifically due to being a failed human. Like the lindworm prince I was born with something othering, and I grew into my coils when other grew into their skin.
My draconity builds on most human things in my life. My psychosis gives me ties to hallucinogetic venom, to illusions and tricks. Being born in the mediteranean region gives me fondness for the Aspic, and I often imagine the reptilian side of me as a sort of viper. I found comfort in monstrosity because monsters in myths were sweeter to me than my peers.
I'm quite content, to be a cockatrice. Honestly, it might even suit me better than wyvern. It's an old word, cockatrice, european folklore to the core, a way to connect my animality, so so far away in a different continent altogether, to my cultural roots.
Since the disappearance of the Voice that was mainly an eldritch dragon, I've lost a lot of the feelings of western draconity, mostly associated to the more modern fantastical dragon. I was myself always more wyvern, already more bird like, but it has intensified. Now instead of being a bird like dragon, I am a dragon like bird, a cockatrice.
I don't really identify with the folkloric cockatrice per se, but it's pretty logical in a way. A cockatrice is a draconic rooster. I am a draconic roadrunner. It seems normal I'd have differences. Moreover, my cockatrice identity is, paradoxically, something I got from my human life. Being a dragon is being the Adversary of humanity, the other. I find there is a lot of parallel between draconity and werewolf-hood, in that way. One is the transformation of human into beast, the other the mythological summum of the adversary beast, both antithetical to the civilised human in different ways. I think I wouldn't have become a dragon had I not been a human, and I became a dragon specifically due to being a failed human. Like the lindworm prince I was born with something othering, and I grew into my coils when other grew into their skin.
My draconity builds on most human things in my life. My psychosis gives me ties to hallucinogetic venom, to illusions and tricks. Being born in the mediteranean region gives me fondness for the Aspic, and I often imagine the reptilian side of me as a sort of viper. I found comfort in monstrosity because monsters in myths were sweeter to me than my peers.
I'm quite content, to be a cockatrice. Honestly, it might even suit me better than wyvern. It's an old word, cockatrice, european folklore to the core, a way to connect my animality, so so far away in a different continent altogether, to my cultural roots.
