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She appears
To offer me her corpse
To hold to my own shell

She appears
To offer me her heart
To beat in time with mine

She appears
To give me her soul's breath
To inhale into mine

And I appear to her
To give my life to her
To end this death of ours

"What is a Were?"

By my definition, a "Were" is a human who has a different level of awareness than most other humans. This awareness allows them to "shift" ...that is, to enter a state where they resemble a being other than themselves. These shifts happen on the mental, spiritual, and physical levels.

It's all up to you.

Some people believe in Universal definitions, some people don't. The point is that it's not anyone's responsibility to prove themself to anyone else...

It might be true that just because you say that you are something, doesn't mean that you are, but the reverse is also true. Just because you think that I'm not something, doesn't mean that I'm not. By questioning someone when they state what they believe themselves to be, all we do is insult the person. We can give them our own definition of what we believe them to be, but is it really anyone's right to declare another wrong and expect them to agree with us? Isn't it everyone's own place to state what they themselves are?

(To Exist and Hunt without Emotion or Remourse..)

Hamburgers don't have eyes. Even so, I always feel thankful and praise the ex-cow, and the one who was capable of killing it for me, and yes, I do feel a little sad... then too, I feel sad when I kill a roach too... and when I see cut flowers. I'm glad that I feel sad, it's what makes me feel evolved, but I also must live. In order to live, one must consume something, and right now, to consume is to kill (at least indirectly). I'm allergic to nuts, so I can't just live off of that which naturally falls to the ground. I'm grateful to those who can kill things with eyes, because I cannot, and I really like sushi. I depend on all creatures, including humans and non-human animals to survive. I give back to them whatever I can in gratitude.

Ever see a dog smile and raise his tail after killing a chicken, or bare teeth during the hunt? Looks like emotion to me, but then I'm not a dog, so I don't really know for sure.

Perhaps some other animals (including humans and evolved humans) do not feel remorse after killing, or emotions during the hunt, but I like to see myself and most other humans and evolved humans (like Vamps and Weres and the like) as simply that... evolved. Remorse implies a certain type of thinking ability. Non-human animals might not feel it, but some humans and evolved humans do.

I personally feel that evolved humans - Vampires (and Weres, etc.) are evolved from humans, or - perhaps - evolved along side humans. Either way, our brains are similar. This makes us capable of reflection... and the subsequent awareness that there are consequences to our actions. This enables us to feel remorse and to alter our actions, if possible.

I love dogs and wolves and cats and lemurs, and average humans, all animals in fact - however - I am not one. I take pride in that, and use/feel grateful for the gifts which I seem to have been given; the ability to feel remorse and learn from my feelings... to find alternatives to actions which bring grief to others, to give back to those who serve me and allow me to pamper myself, and mostly, my ability to REASON, and to CHANGE.

Not all Vampires take without remorse.

(What makes one aware that he/she may be a werewolf?)

I can only speak for myself here, but what alerted me was not so much the knowledge of "being different", as many feel at a young age who are Were and/or Vamp (or even ordinary people just going through life's changes), but more the realization of shifting. Although I'd never even heard the term "Were" until I came online last June, I was aware of my specific type of difference. I called it, "having Shaman's blood" to those I attempted to explain things to. It was as close as I could come to explaining that specific aspect of myself which was WAY different from the norm. It was the moment when I looked back and said, "WHOA! That wasn't me, but... it was... but it wasn't... but... etc." and then had the people around me back up that confusion with, "Well it was you... but it wasn't you... but it was... etc., etc." All I really knew was that I'd gone from human to other and then back again. It took quite a long time to actually give what I was experiencing any sort of a name.

From reading the words of others here, the label of "Polywere" seemed to fit. True, there are days when I read the posts of others that I swear to myself that there's no way in HELL that I'm a Were, but those are the bad days... the days when I doubt my own sanity... the days when I read the wrong posts by the wrong people at the wrong time.

To me, the main "symptoms" of being a Were are shifting (mental, emotional, and/or physical) and a specific type of heightened awareness... which I find difficult to describe. I usually rely on "it takes one to know one" and I seem to do just fine.

(How does it (shifting) feel?)

It feels like I'm being catapulted into a tunnel. After that, it varies according to how intense the shift is. Sometimes it's like being pounded into the ground, other times it's like floating on a cloud. Often, it does seem like I'm viewing the world from somewhere under water.

(Rhain again)

E-mailing the story of how St. Patrick Christianized Ireland to a Pagan on St. Patrick's Day is about as offensive as mailing the story of the Beer Hall Putsch to a Jew on Hitler's birthday.

Has the concept of being a considerate person ever crossed your mind, or did your God skip you while giving out that grace?