Niita's Werecard

Human Name: Kaitlin Pearson

Were Name: Niita

Email Address: hockykat88@aol.com

Phenotype: Wolf.

Shifting Ability: Physical. ^^

Birthdate: 6-27-1988

Birthplace: Poway, San Diego, California

Home Territory: Palmdale, California

Dream Territory: Anywhere there is a real forest...

Physical Description, Human: I'm 5'2" and I weigh around 127lbs. I have 
brownish-blonde hair that comes to my shoulder blades and has sun-bleached streaks 
through it. My eyes change colors depending on mood, clothes, etc., but they 
vary between green, gray, blue, and any mixture of those colors. I like to wear 
mostly black, but I wear whatever fits my mood that day...

Physical Description, Were: Ah, the fun part. :) I'm a bit bigger than the 
average female wolf height, which is around 2 feet at the shoulder. I stand at 3 
1/2 feet at the shoulder. I weigh about the same weight as my human form, 
though. I have white fur, but my tail and ears have black tips, and my left 
forepaw has a black "sock". Also, my right eye has a black patch...

Human Career: Right now, high school student. But I want to be a vet/author.

Hobbies/Interests: Writing, reading, role playing, sleeping, grooming, 
hanging with friends or my pack.

Favorite Movies: Van Helsing, Last Unicorn, Pirates of the Caribbean

Favorite Were-movie: Underworld

Favorite Literature: Anything by Anne Rice, Alice Borchardt, or Kelley 
Armstrong

Favorite Were Literature: Anything by Alice or Kelley ^

Favorite Art: Anything by Goldenwolf

Favorite Were-art: See above.

Favorite Quote: "If you love something, let it go. if it doesn't come back, 
hunt it down and kill it." ~Anonymous

Favorite Were Saying/Quote: "A pack is more than family (relatives). It is a 
family composed of friends and relatives alike. You couldn't wish for better 
livingmates." ~Actually said by myself at one of my pack meetings...

Favorite Personal Quote: 
Innocence
Blood rushes forth, 
Flowing through my jaws. 
Ground fades away 
From underneath my paws. 

My kill hangs from my mouth; 
It's just a human girl... 
And I know that this violence 
Would never make you hurl. 

Yet ... that is what 
I wish to do... 
But I cannot be sorry... 
No, not for you... 

My curse is sung 
From mountaintops, 
And shouted out 
Among rooftops. 

It echoes sweetly 
'cross the alleys. 
It shatters silence 
In the alleys... 

The scent of fresh, 
Pulsating meat 
Reaches my nose, 
Calling me to feast... 

The flesh rips fast. 
The blood flows fresh... 
It's time for my feast... 
After that, for a rest. 

Which is sweeter 
I cannot see. 
Is blood or chocolate 
Sweetest to me? 

Both are sweet, 
Yes, that's true. 
But... Which would taste 
Sweeter to you? 

You do not understand 
My flight... 
You cannot even see 
My fight... 

It drives 
Me 
And thrives 
On 
The lives 
Of 
Innocence. 

A whisper 
In the night... 
"Werewolf..." 
That's my plight... 


By: Kaitlin Marie Pearson 
Copyright May 6, 2004   

Favorite Song/Band(s): Metallica, Nickelback (Any song)

Favorite Were Song: Metallica - "Of Wolf and Man"

Favorite Season: Winter

Favorite Holidays: Valentine's Day, Halloween, and Christmas

Preferred Prey: Rabbits and such that I can find. Humans taste great, but if 
they go missing around here... >_<

Hunting Tips: Two words -- Inner circle.

Preferred Method of Attack: Circle from the inside, then dash toward their 
outer circle.

Favorite Non-Were Mythological Beast: Pegasus

Feelings Toward Vampyres: They're cool. I have a few vampyre friends.

Feelings Toward Normal Humans: Some I can't stand. Others... I can't live 
without...

Personal Therianthropy: 
All I can really say is that being a were means freedom. You can go anywhere 
you want, anytime you want, with no one to stop you. You can doze in the 
forest for days, then go back to a high-paying job and a great life. There's 
nothing you can't do.

I guess all I wish is that life were always that simple. That no matter who 
you were or what you were, you could do whatever you want. But, anyway...

My life was pretty hectic until I got bitten at the age of seven. My mother 
was dating all the time, and I took to wandering when she was busy. When we 
moved to Kentucky to live with one of her boyfriends, I took to wandering in the 
woods behind his mom's house. That's where I met the guy who bit me... But I 
only met him long enough for him to explain that he had seen what I was going 
through, and that he was giving me a gift that would make my life that much 
easier... Then he bit me...

I can't remember my actual first transformation, since I didn't start 
remembering them until I was ten. My first shift... By the god and goddess, it was 
wonderful... I was staying at my friend's house, and we were camping in her back 
yard... I thought I was dreaming when I wandered into the trees, but... The 
pain was too real... When my paws hit the ground, I was off and running, trying 
to escape the pain... It didn't quite register what had happened until the 
next morning...

I remember waking up, covered in dirt and scratches... My friend wondered 
what I had been doing... I told her I had a dream that I had turned into a wolf, 
so maybe I had been sleepwalking? That's when we noticed the dead squirrel by 
my pillow... It freaked us both out so badly... She hasn't talked to me 
since...

As far as I can tell, everything humans say about us is wrong. They make us 
out to be these vicious, man-eating creatures... Most of the weres I know 
wouldn't eat a human if their life depended on it, because we're too close to what 
they are. I know I wouldn't.

Well, for now, so long and Happy Howls.

Blessed be.