Crying Wolf's Werecard

From: onewolfcrying@hotmail.com

Human Name:  Amos Wilson
Were Name: Crying Wolf
Shifting Ability:  dreaming, meditation
Birth Date:  Nov. 30, 1984

Birthplace:  Knoxville, TN (but only for the first three months)
Home Territory:  Boseman area, Montana
Dream Territory:  Two long mountain chains, and the valley between, closed at both ends by a rock fall and cliffs at one 
end, and a sheer waterfall at the other. Conifer forest covers parts of the valley and the feet of the mountains, but 
stops a short way from the peaks. There is deep snow on top and in the open, VERY cold, but open ground covered in deep 
pine needles under the deepest, darkest stretches of woods.  There is game, if you look, but it never runs short.  It is 
a refuge I found for all who know the way in, but the valley is closed.  The mountains are impassable.  
Physical Description:  Dirty, shaggy blond,   A slight slouch when standing or sitting, but a very confident walk.  A bit 
on the skinny side.  I'll wear anything comfortable, Gramich is a favorite, earth-tones as well. 5'11", 160 lbs. (as of 8 
months ago) but you wouldn't guess it.  Most say I look about 130 or 140.  I look soft, but don't be fooled…
Physical Description, Were:  I guess the closest thing would be this:  Dark gray, a bit lanky, even in winter fur, large 
paws, but never clumsy.  Medium large, maybe 120 lbs. or so, but quiet and alert, sticks to the shadows.  Dark eyes, tired 
and sad.
Human Career:  Student, general outdoorsman, entrepreneur, living life to the fullest and all that…

Hobbies/Interests:  Saving the planet from human stupidity, photography, art, music, reading, ecology, chemistry (only 
with practical applications), lately, the art of making and using traditional weapons (bows, swords, staff ), 
hiking/camping, kayaking, canoeing and sailing, computer games (particularly RPG's, Diablo series a favorite : )  
Wrestling and sparring
Favorite Movies:  The Matrix, ALL Sci-Fi, Dances with Wolves, anything that makes you sit quietly thinking about what 
humans are capable of.
Favorite Were-movie:  LadyHawk, not that it was incredible, but I haven't found anything better yet.
Favorite Literature:  This list could go on forever, but I'll try to keep it under twenty, Weis (Wies?) and Hickman- the 
Deathgate series, Everything Tolkien, Carl Sagan, Orson Scott Card, Arthur C. Clarke, Ann Rice and her sister Alice 
Borchardt- Silver Wolf and Night of the Wolf, many of the Star Wars series, which are better thought-out than Episode 
One, the entire Dune series, Aldo Leopold, Henry David Thoreau, Richard Bach, Earnest Hemmingway, I can't remember any 
more at the moment, I haven't been to a decent library in eight months.  Oh, and the Harry Potter series as well.
Favorite Were-literature:  The Silver Wolf by far.  I Highly recommend Alice Borchardt and her sister, Ann Rice 
(Interview With the Vampire, Memnoch, the Devil) I hope Borchardt at least adds a third to the series, but I'll just 
have to wait…  
Favorite Art:  Most of Jim Brandenburg's Photographs, like Adams', are art, but in the more traditional sense, I would 
have to say Bev Dolittle.  I like fantasy, and some of the t-shirts from The Mountain have GREAT airbrushing, check out 
their web-site some time, it's worth a visit.
Favorite Were-art:  I don't exactly know what you mean by this, but some of Dolittle's work comes closer to describing 
the idea of sharing your spirit with an animal (and that doesn't sound right) as any words I've been able to dream up.
Favorite Quote:  I've got a few I'd love to share, but on the note of importance,
	
    The old oak had been girdled and was dead.
	There are degrees of death in abandoned farms.
	Some old houses cock an eye at you as if to say
	'Somebody will move in. Wait and see.'
	But this farm was different.  Girdling the old oak 
	to squeeze one last crop out of the barnyard has the same
	finality as burning the future to keep warm.

						-Aldo Leopold

Favorite Were Saying/Quote:  Sorry for being unoriginal, Peirrin, but at the moment, 'Stop squirming and let me eat you!'
Favorite Personal Quote:  Always Live.  Once you stop Living, obviously, you are Dead.
Favorite Song/Band:  Not really any favorites, but if I had to pick today, right now, it would be the Dances with Wolves 
soundtrack, by John Barry.  Ask me half an hour from now, and you might get Mendelsohn, Manson, or Marcy playground, 
although it almost always is whatever I am listening to at the time; anything besides country western.
Favorite Season:  Winter, but only with heavy snow and thick, low clouds.  
Favorite Holidays:  None really, they are all just notes in human history, but then I don't know all of them, either.

Preferred Prey:  Anyone that gets in my way.
Hunting Tips:  Never hesitate once your committed, and look out for blind spots.  Stick to the shadows and let them come 
to you.  Take them DOWN and don't let them get up.  If the match is even, play defensive and work their mistakes, and 
always know where the exit is.
Preferred Method of Attack: Lacking much experience, I would still have to say blindside 'em and get it over quick, by 
whatever means necessary.
Favorite Non-Were Mythological Beast:  Dragon, always in disguise.  Never a better friend to have in a pinch. 
Feelings Towards Vampires:  Never met any in person, but sound like great friends to have.  I'd be more than willing to 
go hunting with one, and I can think of a quite a few idiots that need draining right off the top of my head. Just stay 
away from MY neck, or you'll get more than you bargained for…
Feelings Toward Normal Humans:  Most are self-deluded idiots who don't even want to learn about the world they live in.  
Individuals can be bad, but groups bring out the very worst of individuals.  I don't so much mind crowds (despite the 
physical contact, which I abhor, at least with humans) but small groups of people who all act so friendly, inquisitive, 
or concerned that they often trick themselves into believing how they act, but then completely forget you after you've 
left.  Almost none of them give a damn for the world they are destroying a piece of everyday they continue to live, and 
we will all pay for this eventually.   

Personal Therianthropy:  This may take a while, but you're here by choice, so…    
Life has been kind to me.  I know the basics of what I want, and am only now trying to act on this.  Starting at about 
the age of ten, and later all through middle school, I got the brunt of the big guys wrath, just cause I never fought 
back.  I've learned how twisted the average American is, and ignorant of the world they live in.  I'm currently living 
in Kenya, and the luxury here mimics the luxury (and by this I mean everyday life) back home, but the seams are showing.  
That's the best I can describe it.  It's like having a house in the woods.  Not a retreat, but the place you live.  If it 
is like most houses in the city, the only place the woods are IN the house is looking out the window.  They have shut the 
world out, retreating into the little boxes with wires and pipes running out of every noock and cranny to provide them 
with what they think they need.

Enough about people though, now about the human body called Amos Gene Wilson by most people he knows.  I am stuck.  
There is no better place to be stuck in than in a human body.  If I was a wolf, I wouldn't be stuck, I'd be right at 
home, but then I would have next to no chance of changing the planet I would live in.  I don't know about destiny or 
reincarnation or any of that, but I'm here for a reason.  This is why I am stuck. 

Always, I've been on the outside looking in.  This is part of the reason I've come here to Utlah's page: I'm lonely.  

Now on to my Were side.  I have no Were side.  Only a companion.  Sure I've got many of the traits of a decent Were, but 
those are not me, those are him working through me, helping me see and experience this world I live in.  That description 
I gave is partly my personality, but mostly the Spirit I see when I think "Wolf".  I've taken solace and refuge in him, 
recoiling from humanity.  I'm stuck between the two groups, human and were, but at least you guys are quieter, I'm more 
likely to be heard.  

I suppose that since my Wolf can never be separated from me, we are essentially the same, but it doesn't feel that way.  
It's like two spirits in one body, but the thoughts intertwined.  That's the best I can do to explain it, maybe someone 
out there can help?  His instincts are acted out by me.  I think more clearly, am more alert at night.  I rule the night, 
it is mine.  Don't mess with me at night, because I'm more that just myself.  It doesn't manifest physically, but he is 
stronger at night, and I like that.   

I can never be a Wolf, I can only be with a Wolf.  That makes me different.  I am lonely.  Two halves still only make a 
whole, but for the half that needs a pack, whole isn't enough, I need my companions, not just friends.  I'm a follower, 
but I have no one to follow.  It is a lonely existence, this I have been born into, but at least I know what I need.  I 
need my Pack, be it man, Beast, or the combination, and obviously, I'm inclined to pick the later two.         	

One thing I've read a lot is how some Were's don't make human friends is because they don't like the mask they have to 
hide behind.  I never had that problem.  I'm almost human during the day, out in public, but he is always there at the 
slightest whisper.  I feel no need to share him or feel lonely, we are for each other, and the people I am around wouldn't 
help ease the loneliness I feel at night, they are only people.  I am only lonely for Packmates, I have no interest in 
the average human, or any incentive to make friend with one.  I need a Pack.  I think you are it.  I'm calling, please, 
don't leave me out here all alone. 
	


Two final notes.  First, all this was written before I read any of the FAQ's (I had, however, read many of the cards 
on Utlah's page), but I'm not going to change anything.  This is me, I won't (consciously) alter myself to fit in anymore, 
I've had enough of that in school.  And on the name.  It fits, so I took it.  Look at the physical world you live in, 
think what the human race is doing to it, and then try not to cry.