A REAL ONE, YEAH, SHE'S A STUNNER

It felt... odd, doing this. After all, the legate had already essentially been using feminine pronouns for some time now. However, she had originally rationalized it as simply her wanting to make things easy for others. Her thylacine body was biologically female, so she figured it was just easier to use she and her until she was able to shift back. Though, as time had gone on... she had found that she liked hearing those pronouns used for her. It felt more comfortable, and more right than when others had used he, and him. She had initially been simply neutral about her assigned gender at birth, but the longer she spent in her current body, and the longer she used new pronouns... the nicer it felt. It felt like things were finally fitting right. Like the last puzzle piece had simply slotted into place. Truthfully, she didn't know why it felt so incredible to just use new pronouns, but she wasn't sure of how to figure it out.

That is, until she had met Diya. The officer of The Typhoon had been quite friendly to her, and while their discussion had started off fairly casual, it had also gotten personal fairly quickly. The polar bear had seemed as though she knew something about Rhine that even Rhine herself didn't know, but somehow the legate didn't feel panicked by that. Instead, she felt... relieved. It was a relief, to know that someone out there could tell her what was going on, and try to explain to her why she was feeling the way she was. Rhinestone truthfully didn't know how long their conversation had gone on for in the end, but she felt incredibly refreshed when it was over. She felt as though she could take on the world. She felt as though she finally knew who she actually was, instead of just who she had been trying to be for most of her life.

Now that she was back home, she wanted to share the news with everyone. She didn't want to make a big deal of things, just... make sure everyone knew who she really was. So, she made her way slowly to the middle of camp, clearing her throat before she spoke up, "Hey... Hey everyone? I have a little announcement... it's not anything related to the group. It's actually more... of a personal nature." She then waited until a decently sized crowd had gathered, ignoring the way she could feel her heart pounding in her ears. Taking in a deep breath, she continued firmly, "I know I've been using feminine pronouns for a little while now, because of the body change, but... I'd like you to all use feminine pronouns for me... always. Even if I shift back into my old form, and into another one. I feel more comfortable with them, overall. I won't be changing my name, or anything, just... a bit of an update on my pronouns." She glanced warily at the crowd around her, wondering what their reactions would be. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though she saw many – or any – withering glares.

RHINESTONESTAR – PALM GLADES – PENNED BY STILLY – BIO

I DON'T CARE WHO I MIGHT HURT ALONG THE WAY, I'M FUCKING SINKING

The days here were progressing slowly. He still hadn't forced himself to mingle with anyone. It just...felt odd. Sure this was supposed to be his new home and all that but his homesickness gnawed at his belly. He wasn't one for change line that and so suddenly. The choice having been one sided but he was here and he needed to get used to it. He was stewing in his own negativity but perhaps soon he would see the positives in this place. Like the cliffs. He really liked those and the bird hunting up there was phenomenal. Still he just wished he could have had a few more days to get ready, to say goodbye to people he once knew and the house. This one here was a bit better given that he had his own room now but still. Putting on a neutral expression the borzoi was leaving the house when he heard a call. Blinking he turned his long snouted head in that direction and looked at the woman.

A personal announcements? He tilted his head a bit as it went on and well he was rather surprised. He had just assumed that the other was just that, a female. His eyes narrowed a bit and he found that this didn't change much for him. He had never seen them as anything else but being comfortable in one's own skin was important. He was told this before. Lightly he looked down at his paws, the black markings that carved through the silverish white. Right right. It made him think and gave him a reason to pause. Sitting down he rubbed a paw against his own leg before just giving a nod. There was not anything to disagree with. This was logical.

SAUVIGNON - 11 MONTHS - PALM GLADES