Saw a couple arguing loudly near the park. Walked closer. They stopped. Felt my spikes start to glow. My presence works, but I hate that it's just fear.

Later, in my room, tried to calm down. Touching myself helps sometimes. The focus. The control. Slid my claws carefully over my own scales, down to my cunt. So wet just from the stress. Needed to feel something good. Something I could manage. Fingers inside, thinking about how different it is when touch is wanted. Not intimidating. Just feeling. Came hard, quietly. Wish I could share that kind of quiet with someone. Not just the fear.