This is a sampling of some of my writings. I hope to someday include some of it in a book (or two) which I dream of writing.
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Sean
As the werewolfe, my kind are shapeshifters. While werewolves change into the wolfe; mighty and strong; we are cats; fast and nimble. We have adapted to a human existance and, contrary to popular belief, can control our shapeshifting, as werewolves do. Most of us rarely change form completely. We can change at any time, not only upon a full moon as myth would lead. The Full Moon, however, does aid in easing the change as it holds much power which we are able to draw upon. As a young cat it was only with the aid of the full moon that I could change, many of our young experience this same problem. We are not immortal, we do however, live quite long lives. We age much slower than humans do.
My people are omniverous. At times we eat mostly grass and leaves; salads in this day and age. Other times we crave meat, moreover, blood. Human blood being the most nourishing to us, causing my ancestors to hunt and kill many humans for food. Today we have found other ways of aquiring human blood and feast mostly on beef and venison. Our food always cooked rare, almost raw, must be warmed through to a temperature close to body temperature. Our bodies are unable to digest over cooked meat as it is the blood which holds nourishment and aids in digestion.
Many generations ago our people were slaughtered. I can't hold the humans at fault, they were acting in self defense, if only in a small part. The legends of our people tell of brutal killing of our women and children while the men were hunting. Several hundred of our people (some accounts say thousands) survived the killing times. Since the slaughter our people have been scattered. We have successfully mated with humans, but they don't understand our needs or our psyche. We search for those of our kind, wether pure in blood (a rarity) or mi8xed with one of the human races. Many of the mixed people I have encountered have not been taught who they are, many have forgotten generations passed. I, being of Noble descent, have been taught the legends and histories of our people. I am making an effort to put it in writing so that those who don't know why they don't fit in, why they are different may find solice in the knowledge that they are not alone.
I continualy search for a compatable mate of my species, one who can satisfy me as only a cat can. Sex with humans can be very good and most enjoyable. The few times I have engaged in sexual relations with one of my own kind, however, was indescribably incomperable to having sex with humans. As with other "animals", not of humankind, inbreading up to three generations is non-damaging. In some cases, such as to enhance a certain trait, it is even desirable. Since few of us are left, inbreading has become necessary to keep our cat-side from totaly dieing out. With each generation of human blood introduced, our cat instincts become weaker and harder to use, with the exception of the occasional kitten borne with almost full cat abilities and instincts. In the humabn society where inbreading or "incest" is labled "Evil" I fear that our true identities, powers, and instincts will soon be nothing more than legend, labeled as fiction. As descendent of the rulers and wisest of our people I have appointed myself to stop this terrible loss. Finding others who know their cat heritage or who I know to be of cat heritage is difficult. Convincing those who do not know who they are is near impossible.
I like to see trees
Trees reaching for the heavens
Tall beautiful trees
Lake so still and calm
River violent and strong
Water save and cool
You are my baby
My love for eternity
Forever will be
HONOUR
I once was a great and powerful lord.
Through the ages I've seen many changes.
I lost it all to the rise of christianity.
Left with naught, but my dignity.
Once a prince, then the fool.
Then a priest, I still had rule.
Magician, Necromancer, Wizard.
Lost it all in a blizzard.
Progress brought upon this change.
My life, fast becoming out of range.
These many years I've lost it all.
Only one thing left to fall.
HONOUR
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