Care's Werecard

From: xtinacasey@aol.com (XtinaCasey)

Human Name: Care (I don't feel comfortable giving out my last name).
Were Name: Just Care, nothing flashy or descriptive.
Phenotype: Timber wolf and raven.
Shifting Ability: Mental/spiritual shift.
Birthdate: 12/08/80

Birthplace: Boulder City, NV, USA, Earth.
Home Territory: Boulder City, NV, USA, Earth.
Dream Territory: A secluded clearing close to a rivers edge, as yet untouched by humans.

Physical Description, Human: 5'9", 140lbs, long curly red hair, marble eyes, I don't wear glasses and have few identifying marks aside from an odd pattern of freckles on my knees.
Physical Description, Were: The raven has always been a messanger and teacher to me, so it's more the spirit of the raven than a physical raven. Besides that, they do all kind of look alike.... As for the wolf, I see this side of myself as a little on the small side, somewhere between a puppy and an adult, but still able to defend myself. The fur around my ears and down my back goes from silver to deep grey, my muzzle and underside is far lighter, with a little stripe of black running from my nose to my forehead. My eyes are very light, possibly yellow or a washed out green.
Human Career: Student, but I really want to write and produce movies.

Hobbies/Interests: Writing, reading, role-playing, walking, hiking, bike riding, spelunking, star-gazing, eating, breathing....
Favorite Movies: Orlando.
Favorite Were-movie: I've never much liked Were-movies, so... does "One Hundred and One Dalmations" count?
Favorite Literature: Xanth series by Piers Anthony; anything by Clive Barker; The Hobbit by Tolkien; Earth's Children series by Jean Auel, historical romance novels (yes, I actually admit to reading those).
Favorite Were Literature: I haven't found much Were literature to read, so don't have a favorite.
Favorite Art: Life.
Favorite Were-art: Photographs of real live wolves.
Favorite Quote: "Illegitimis non carborundum."
Favorite Were Saying/Quote: "Yip!"
Favorite Personal Quote: "Oh my god! They killed Kenny! You bastard!"
Favorite Song/Band(s): Building a Mystery, by Sarah McLachlan/The Memory Remains, by Metallica/Push, by Matchbox 20/Mouth, by Bush.
Favorite Season: Autumn.
Favorite Holidays: Halloween and New Years.

Preferred Prey: Anything that sits still long enough and won't smack me upside the head.
Hunting Tips: Stalk casual.
Preferred Method of Attack: Pouncing!
Favorite Non-Were Mythological Beast: Unicorns, dragons... satyrs.
Feelings Toward Vampires: They're interesting and certaintly capture my imagination, but I'm not sure I'd want to be one.
Feelings Toward Normal Humans: So long as they're open minded, honest, and don't try pushing their oppinions and beliefs on me while ignoring my own, I think I can stand them.

Personal Therianthropy:

Please forgive me if some parts of this have gotten silly, I've found humor beats self-pity any day.

I've always felt "different" and apart from the majority of humanity. My favorite game of all time as a child was pretending to be a wolf. I'd stalk and chase our cat whenever I got the chance (he was very patient with me and as far as I could tell he enjoyed the playing).

I think that maybe the reason I identify with animals so easily is because I had bad ear infections as a child, so often couldn't quite make out voices and had to subsit on lip reading. Since I constantly got pronounciation wrong some people would assume I was "slow" and didn't really understand what they were saying to me, people assume the same thing about animals. Simply because something can't speak doesn't mean it's without a mind!

When I got older I grew away from pretending to be a wolf (at least in public ;) and tried to act "normal". My main fear was ending up like my father or grandmother, both of whom were schizophrenic. I was scared of losing my mind, the thing I probably valued most, so would actively avoid anything that I felt was un-sane.

Thankfully my mother became interested in Native American beliefs when I was about ten, and I saw that there were perfectly sane (in my own oppinion at least) people with many of the same ideas and feelings that I had. I got far more into it than my mother, and stayed with it even after her interest had passed on to other things.

To make a long story short, and to skip over some really painful memories, the raven guides me and often warns me before a major event happens in my life while I feel as though I have the heart and soul of a wolf instead of a human. It's hard to explain, far more of a feeling and general sense of knowing than something that can be put into words. I've never physically shifted, but I don't doubt that anything is possible.

~Care