Obviously, right? An OC does not think for itself. They don't get to talk to you from the backseat of your brain, either. Your OCs don't take over and then when you come back your memory of that time feels a little bit alien. But like...Am I my fursona? I mean,
I'm not Medley's fursona. That's a tiger. Am I even A fursona, technically? Because like, that dog up there in the corner is kind of just...me? Like this meat body I sprang from is fine, I don't got dysphoria or nothin, but I feel like it's not...technically me? It does feel more me when I get to wear the cool wolf shirt with blaidd eldenring on it we bought me that Medley refuses to put on cuz it's mine(<:3!!!) but I front a little longer than one shirt stays clean, usually, so maybe its a matter of more clothes that are Specifically Mine. Sorry, I'm eepy and rambling but I hope this makes sense at all.
I'm this ethereal Thing that sort of just popped into sentience one day; and the two of us spent a while wrestling before they finally stopped suppressing me and on that very first day in a fit of mania I drew myself, several times in a row, and it felt so wonderful and it was that dog you've seen!! I've refined it since, but the most important bits were there. Six eyes, pitch black fur, and absolutely fucking massive >:3
Behold. Proto-Legion.