Tater

My fursona Tater. They are completely genderless :3

Origin Story (from Tater's perspective): 

My first memories are those of kittenhood. Soft, attached to the ground. Paws that were eager to get into any book, and boy were there books!

I grew up alone in a tower library. The shelves were taller than I was, towering over my head. But no book was out of my reach, as the tower had stairs and ladders on every level.

There was no way out of the library except through the top, and that was so far above the ground, so high up that the fall would surely kill me. But the windows provided me with glimpses of the outside world, and the books provided me with information.

At four, I tried my first big spell. No one was around to teach me to speak (I still do not know how I survived, or even where my food came from, when I lived in the library, I was the only soul there), so I decided to try a language spell.

The spell was a success, as I learned to speak immediately. Every language. I felt strange afterwards, since the spell was only supposed to teach basic English speaking.

Out my window, I sometimes saw dragons or aviar flying in the distance. I envied them their ability to go anywhere, and often dreamed of flying myself.

A few years passed after I learned to speak. With my new knowledge of words, I learned and practiced multiple spells, some with varying degrees of success.

For example, my first attempt at summoning water ended with the entire first floor of the tower flooding for a week. The water kept draining, then filling to the top of the floor until I banished the spell.

However, my first attempt at fire magic was highly successful, and I managed to create a self-contained fire rainbow that followed me whenever I wanted to read a book. The flames never burnt anything, and the rainbow only ever followed me when I was reading.

My ability to do spells only increased as I studied. By the time I was six, I was ready to try a transformation spell.

Back then, spellbooks did not have warnings. They expected young mages to have teachers, and to have knowledge of other creatures. I had none of these things. Only what I knew from other books.

So, after I set up all my supplied, I decided to try transforming myself into a dragon. Not knowing that spells went wrong if you tried to become (or create) one of the other intelligent races, I started my spell.

I woke up the next day floating about a foot off the floor. I felt strange, incredibly strange. Everything seemed smaller.

Dazed, I made my way to the closest mirror, my paws touching down as soon as I considered walking. As I walked, I realized my clothing was shredded, I was naked. I had a piercing headache as well, though that seemed less important right then.

As I looked in the mirror, I was awed. I was no longer a kitten. I'd grown to my adult size during the spell (admittedly, I was trying to become an adult dragon). I had no sex organs, for I was genderless since birth, but I did have some rather noticable differences.

First were the horns. As tall as my ears, they were covered in a soft fuzz the color of my fur.

My footpaws were now more clawlike, more like dragon feet.

But the wings...stretching from my back was a pair of wings, wings that matched everything my heart had wanted. Shaped like dragon wings, but also covered in my fur.

I hiccuped in surprise at my reflection. With my hiccup came heat, and then a flame that didn't burn until it left my mouth.

Learning to fly took me over a year in the tower. Ceilings and rooms that once seemed cavernous now seemed small when my wings were pumping. At the tips of my ears, I was 5'6". My wings were even larger.

And practicing outside took a lot more effort, since this high, the wind blew stronger than I could stand with my weak wings.

After learning to fly, I started going outside more. First, I discovered that the tower did once have a door, and I spent a month rebuilding the door's magic for my own personal use.

Then, I discovered some other creatures that lived nearby. A race of Furalo that were about three feet tall, the Squirrel-Folk were gracious hosts that had been curious about the tower for ages (they moved in with me eventually).

I lived in the tower and explored that area until I was about twenty, learning new magic from the Squirrel-Folk, learning about new plants and poisons, and learning more about flight.

I still have my wings now, as I write this and remember. My horns and claw feet too. For the magic I used was not meant for becoming one of the other races, and I...well, I stuck. I can't change into anything else. I don't age. I don't die.

But I learn.