Hanhepi hi Wipeta's Werecard

Human Name: Meryl Seqouia R.
Were Name: Hanhepi hi Wipeta
Email Address: moonlightmagick@hotmail.com
Phenotype: Alaskan wolf
Shifting Ability: Mental
Birthdate: Feb. 3rd, 1987
Birthplace: Bismarck, North Dakota
Home Territory: CT, but have lived in different US states.
Dream Territory: Alaska
Physical Description, Human: 5' 0" .  Female, dark brown hair, blue
eyes, darkish skin. (probably from being half Native American), 105-110
lbs, depending
Physical Description, Were: Gray alaskan wolf, 40-50 lbs, gray eyes

Human Career: Student, also Meteorology teacher at universalclass.com
Hobbies/Interests: Weather, guitar playing, John Denver, country music, farming
Favorite Movies: I don't like movies. The last one I watched was over 10 years ago.
Favorite Were-movie: I don't watch movies.
Favorite Literature: Stephen King's "Christine" "Cujo" "The Shining" and "The Green Mile"
Favorite Were Literature: Herman Hesse
Favorite Art: Anime drawings
Favorite Were-art: Elfquest
Favorite Quote: "Earth is the mental institution of the universe"
Favorite Were Saying/Quote: "And what is wrong with being a were?" M. J. S.
Favorite Personal Quote: "Please don't try to make me be like you"
Favorite Song/Band(s): John Denver, BJ Dowdy, Shania Twain
Favorite Season: Spring and Fall. I like the weather
Favorite Holidays: Summer because I'm away from all the people.
Preferred Prey: Chicken
Hunting Tips: Keep your eyes sharp
Preferred Method of Attack: Surprise, startle
Favorite Non-Were Mythological Beast: Odyseus
Feelings Toward Vampires: Not good
Feelings Toward Normal Humans: This is a harder question than youd
expect. I'm autistic, and can't interact well with humans normally.
Because of this, I don't like being around many people. I'd almost
always prefer to be in a quiet place doing my own thing.

Personal Therianthropy: I have always had the traits of a werewolf, as
well as autistic traits as well. I didn't start talking until 2nd or 3rd
grade, and I am still find it hard to communicate with other people. I
was teased both because of my autistic and werewolf behaivors in
elementary school. I was an "untouchable". Because of this, people
somehow thought that I had no feelings, or at least was an easy target
to prey on. I spent most of my time hiding under desks and in corners.
It's hard to explain the feeling I had, I so much wanted to communicate
and say what I felt, but being autistic is like being built inside a
wall of class. But sometimes there comments would get through to me, and
I would throw things and scream and hurt people.

I was defending myself in the only way I knew how, trying to somehow
make things better, but in 2nd grade I heard my teacher say to another,
"She is the reason abortion should be legal." Though I didn't speak or
respond, I understood and the word I will never forget. Shortly after I
was put in a mental institution for banging my head against a wall and
being uncontrollable. That was the worst horror ever, I didn't know why
I was there, just that I was caged. In 3rd grade I was back home in
school.

It was around then that I discovered the comfort of the woods. During
recess when I left and went into the nearby trees and animals I was left
alone and at peace. The first time I talked it was to animals. I felt
that they understood me better than people. I also knew that in order to
be allowed to be near the animals I'd have to try to work with people.
I started to improve around then, but there's only so much an autistic
can acomplish in social life, no matter how hard he or she tries. I
acted more like an animal then than anytime else, because I was trying
to hard to control my behaivors. I'd come to school and try my best to
act nice, but after a few hours of trying I was fustrated, exhausted,
and something would snap. Then I would scratch, hit, and bite anything
within reach. That's why I was put back in a mental hospital in 5th
grade.

I won't go on with what happened there, but it was nasty. All the same,
for the first time I realized why I was there. So I managed to control
myself during the day, and take out anger on my pillow at night. It
required so much that most of the time I thought I wouldn't make it, but
I managed to get back out within a couple months. Back out meant back to
the woods, and that meant everything to me.

6th grade and middle school, I tried making a fresh start. I learned to
control my anger better than ever. I found release in walking the
neighbors dog for hours each day. We went through all the woods
together, and it was during those times that helped me survive the
others. This was the time I became better able to communicate through
the outside world. It was also the time I realized, through several
others, that I was a werewolf.

I am now in 10th grade. I still spend most of my time with dogs, who
understand how I feel. For the first times lately I've been interacting
with people for other things besides schoolwork. My life has improved. I
give most of my credit to Coco, the neighbors dog, who is half Alaskan
wolf. I feel that if he hadn't given me a reason to make it, I wouldn't
have. And sometimes, when were running through the woods, I feel that he
and I are one.