Molatar's Were-card

Human name: I prefer not to use my human name when online. My last name rhymes with a curse, so I prefer to use a surname that doesn't rhyme with anything.

Dragon Name: Molatar Seth Pyrargent. Molatar Pyrargent was a 'Dungeons and Dragons' character of mine (yes, I was young and foolish once) who was a lawful good red dragon/silver dragon hybrid, an arch-mage, and an emperor. (This of course is far too imaginative for most role-players, so I never shared him with anyone but Donald, one of my few friends). I quit playing D&D back in the winter of 2003, but I liked Molatar so much that I adopted his name. As for the middle name, I used to call myself Anubis (I was and still am interested in Egyptian history), but certain witches told me that it was improper for a Christian to pick a pagan name, so I picked something from the Bible that sounds Egyptian (Seth was Adam's third son).

I add the title Dragon, Evangelist, Ranger at the bottom of my signature. Its something I picked up from Werewolf Tobias, who adds the title 'The Hated and Feared' to the end of his name. I am a dragon, I evangelize both on the net and at work, and I enjoy nature (but not the stupid deerflies).

Phenotype: I am both dragon and werewolf. I used to suppress the latter, but I find now that its just as much a part of me as the dragon, although I favor my dragon side.

I also have several minor phenotypes, which I consider to be variations on the dragon or wolf types. Sometimes I am an anthropomorphic Pharaoh Hound, but I consider that to be a subtype of the werewolf in me. At other times, I am an Aurak Draconian (from Dragonlance), but this is merely a humanoid version of my dragon subtype, as is my were-crocodile form.

Human physical description: For now, I'll just tell you that I look like a portly version of Jeffrey Dahmer. I find my human appearance to be embarrassing and ugly, especially the feet.

Were physical description: As the wolf, I am very lupine and almost nothing is human about me even though my form is anthropomorphic. I stand on my hindlegs, but my heels do not touch the ground. I have long black fur, black pads on my hands and feet, a graceful neck, a doglike head, a long frizzy tail, and canine genitalia. In my wolf form, I wear black leather pants, a studded belt, a black T-shirt, a black leather jacket with a dog chain around the left shoulder, spiked bracers on my arms, and a silver crucifix around my neck.

As the dragon, I am very reptilian and resemble the dragons that Larry Elmore paints, except without the stupid snake scutes on the belly (mine are squarish like a crocodile's). My scales are blue and my eyes are yellow. Click on the dragon anatomy link at the left for a complete description of what I look like – it’s the standard for what I believe dragons should look like in general. As the dragon, I wear lots of gold jewellery overlaid with malachite or turquoise, in the forms of sea creatures, and encrusted with emeralds and other precious gemstones.

Shifting ability: I don't shift physically yet, but I'm working on that. Right now I shift in six ways:
1) Dream shifts. I dream about being a dragon, soaring high above the earth, or I dream about being a werewolf and fighting evil.
2) Fantasies about being a werewolf or dragon.
3) Mental shifts where I feel that I am some wild beast.
4) Mental shifts where I 'know' that my body isn't what it appears to be, but is the body of my chosen animal. For example, I can feel a reptilian tail growing from my coccyx.
5) Mental shifts where I have a vision of a part of my body changing into that of my chosen animal, usually my hand changing to that of a dragon's.
6) Berserk states where I am overcome with euphoria and anticipate a wonderful total shape-shift, which doesn't happen. This last state is rare for me, and the first time I did it, I was stoned (yes, I was young and foolish once).

Birth place: Ontario, Canada

Home territory: Ontario, Canada

Dream territory: New Brazil, my tropical island paradise in Heaven. It has great expanses of rainforest which meld with fancy tropical gardens. There are many immense trees that reach over 600' tall, and they are covered in orchids, aroids, bromeliads, and other epiphytes. Colorful parrots and quetzals flutter amongst clouds of bees, syrphid flies, scarab beetles, and other colorful, noisy, but beneficial insects (there are no biting insects there). The island is bound by white sandy beaches, and further out is a shallow reef filled with attractive marine fish. All the buildings are made of stone, covered with white stucco and roofed with red clay tiles, just like the Spanish villas in tropical America. The island is populated by dragons, dragon-men, four races of lizard-men (based on green iguanas, double-crested basilisks, emerald tree monitors, and Canary Islands lizards), and other anthropomorphic people. The people work hard all day caring for the gardens or mining for gems, then they party all night dancing to live rock music and refreshing themselves with non-alcoholic fruit drinks. On the weekends, they go to the beach to snorkel, play volleyball, or surf, or they hike into the jungle to go rock-climbing or spelunking.

Hobbies/interests: Studying botany, herpetology, mathematics (especially calculus), cryptology, astronomy, and the Bible; drawing animals; composing music lyrics; writing science fiction and fantasy novels; gardening (when the weather is nice and cloudy, that is – I hate the hot sun); jigsaw puzzles; building my website and proselytizing on the net; relaxing with a glass of cold coffee and daydreaming about being a dragon. I used to play role-playing games, but that was before I learned that they promote the use of the occult, and most role-players I know are jerks anyways.

Favorite were-movie: I have been instructed by the Holy Spirit not to watch any more horror movies, but I can still tell you which werewolf or dragon movies I liked. An American Werewolf in London was the first werewolf movie I watched, and although I liked the transformation scene (it was very sensual in a grim sort of way), I didn't like the unhappy ending. An American Werewolf in Paris had a better plot and very good acting, but the werewolves were uglier. The Company of Wolves was artsy and hard to understand – a dream within a dream based on Little Red Riding Hood, who was told various scary wolf stories by her grandmother and eventually met a very kind werewolf who is forced to kill the grandmother in self-defense. The scene where one werewolf rips his face apart to change was too gross for me, but again the acting was quite good. I've seen Howling 1 to 4, and I have to say that the first was the best. There was too much wrongful usage of the Lord's name in it, but this was the first movie to portray a werewolf as an actual wolflike creature, not a very hairy man, and I must commend them on their efforts since they created good wolf costumes and special effects in a day long before computer animation became available. Howling 2 and 3 were crap, but Howling 4 went back to its suspenseful roots and thrilled me at the same time as it awed me with its costumes.

Dragonheart had a very lovable dragon as its hero, but I don't think that Draco needed to die to put an end to the evil king; they could have held the bad king down and cut out his heart instead. Dragon Fighter had a very good-looking CG dragon and some excellent suspense, but the dragon was a killing machine and not a creature to be empathized with. Reign of Fire had some handsome dragons in it, but the character's explanations of dragon reproduction were quite illogical – dragons would never fertilize externally (hard-shelled eggs must be fertilized from inside the reptile) and the female to male ratio was way out of balance.

I've watched the V movies and series, and they've been a strong influence in my dragon identity. The premise is that alien reptiles disguise themselves as humans in red plastic suits and deceive the earth into giving them all their water – and human bodies for devouring. The face-ripping scenes have made these films a cult favorite among sci-fi fans. The aliens weren't shown in their true forms for long enough to really see what they look like.

Favorite were-literature: I liked The Wolf's Hour by Robert R. MacCammon, a story about a Russian werewolf who thwarts a Nazi plan to bomb Britain with an enzyme that dissolves human flesh. The werewolf hero was very dark and complex, and I feared him as much as I cheered him. The Nazi villains were very brutal and I enjoyed seeing them meet their demise. There was a part in the story where the werewolf fails to change back to human form and almost fails in his mission. All in all, it was a very good werewolf story and I still have the novel (unlike many other horror or fantasy novels I once had). I read The Book of the Dragon by Montse Sante, and although the illustrations by Ciruelo Cabral were excellent, I still felt that certain things were still missing from the book. More could have been written on the subject, but Sante left me hanging in suspense. Almost every good dragon story is mentioned in there, but there were things about dragon biology that didn't make sense – for example, why did the water dragon need to eat virgins? And I felt that the part on dragon mating required some anatomical descriptions as well. Besides, the book dealt a lot with magick, a subject I don't care much for.

I've read the Dragonlance Trilogy by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. The stories were less concerned about the dragons than they were with their confusing pantheon of effete deities, and apart from the ill-fated draconians, there was a lack of original races to fill their world. Magick was used indiscriminately, and I feel that Raistlin was such a jerk that Caramon should have strangled him in the first book. In other words, I didn't like the story. Don Perrin's draconian novels are a refreshing change from the usual twins-elf-dwarf-kender stories, and he even stated that dragons and draconians are reptiles, to his credit (another Dragonlance story said that dragons weren't reptiles – an insult!).

Favorite non-were literature: The Bible would be the most important non-were-related literature that I have read, followed by books on the Bible (for a list of them, please click here). I have countless books on mathematics, astronomy, gardening, herpetology, cryptology, biochemistry, and other subjects, and I have yet to read them all thoroughly. I am still in the process of reading The Lord of the Rings (I'm near the end of The Two Towers). I like the characters, but elves and dwarves and orcs bore me since I've seen so many of them in D&D. Also, magic use is suggested in the book, and I really don't want to think of Gandalf the Wizard as one of my favorite heroes since I am totally against magick. I'll most likely give the book away to someone once I'm finished it.

Favorite were-art:Ciruelo Cabral's dragon pictures are also very well done, and Bob Eggleton is the master of drawing reptiles (since he likes them so much). I also like Larry Elmore's dragon paintings, but I don't think he drew their bellies right; scutes like those belong on snakes, not on animals that can raise themselves off the ground on legs.

Favorite were-music: I'm not sure. Are Duran Duran werewolves? They sing Hungry Like The Wolf, Blue Moon On Monday, and Wild Boys.

Favorite non-were music: I have very eclectic tastes. If it has a good melody and isn't blasphemous, I'll listen to it. I like Darryl Hall and John Oates, Abba, Air Supply, Chilliwack, The Bee Gees, Journey, Saga, Queensryche, Rick Astley, Kool and the Gang, Naked Eyes, Corey Hart, The Cars, Dead or Alive, Lionel Ritchie, Tina Turner, Genesis, Asia, Strange Advance, Alan Parsons Project, Electric Light Orchestra, Gino Vannelli, The Eurhythmics, The Scorpions, Sweet, Elegy, Fates Warning, Rhapsody, Blind Guardian, Dragonlord (the Spanish one), Megadeth, Front Line Assembly, VNV Nation, Infekktion, and Rammstein. I used to listen to a greater variety of metal and industrial bands, but the majority of them blaspheme God, so I don't listen to them anymore. I still have a little bit of metalhead left in me, but I'm a sensitive dragon who needs sensitive music in order to think clearly.

Favorite mode of attack: I am not a violent person and I prefer to avoid combat. However, this dragon WILL bite if severely provoked.

Favorite prey: Homeless people. They're so easy to lead into salvation. All I need is about twenty bucks and some comforting words and they're in.

My dislikes: People who refuse to get saved, people who persecute me for being a Christian, beer, lesbians, abortion clinics, deerflies, magick and satanism, heavy metal musicians that hate Jesus, the Roman Catholic Church, not getting answers to my e-mails, diaper commercials that show toddlers' butts, and the Teletubbies.

My thoughts towards vampires: Blood drinking is the sickest expression of perverse sexual gratification ever invented by satan. It is not natural unless you are a mosquito. I don't know how anyone could stomach a mouthful of blood because it tastes like a dirty penny picked out of a gutter (yes, I'll admit I experimented with drinking blood – my own – when I used to be a Satanist, and I must say that I DIDN'T LIKE IT). I pity people who are addicted to blood drinking and I blame vampire movies for making this disgraceful lifestyle attractive to suggestible young people. Drinking blood is NOT sexy, it does NOT make you an immortal aristocrat, and it does NOT make you cool. Don't do it!

As for psychic vampires, I wouldn't mind getting my negative emotions sucked out of me. I could use a leeching. However, I worry for the mental health of the person who draws out MY anger!  As for draining human beings' life force, I'm against it.

I don't hate individual vampires, just the subculture.

My thoughts towards the pro-abortion crowd: They're stupid. They're massacring human beings and they think they're bloody saints, just like the Nazis they are descended from. I don't understand how they could claim that a fetus isn't a human being. It’s a bloody cop-out – an excuse so they can kill without guilt or pity.

My thoughts towards aliens: I believe that there truly is intelligent life in outer space. However, I personally feel that the great distance between galaxies was meant to protect all species from interfering with each other before they are morally and spiritually ready for contact. I don't think aliens look like humans with plastic ridges on their heads like in Star Trek. They probably look like anthro animals or giant squids or something totally inhuman.

The 'little grey aliens' we see today are actually demons. Why else would the New Age people babble about them? Genesis 6:4 mentions 'sons of God' that mated with human women, thus the reason why I say that these 'aliens' are demons. The demons' intent in mating with these women was to poison our gene pool so the Christ could not be born. Think about it. These little bastards have SKULLS for faces and kidnap women to rape them. They're straight out of a hardcore porno fantasy. Uh uh uh uh, oh yeah, give it to me, you pathetic skinny spaceman!

Favorite mythical animal/creature: Aside from dragons and werewolves, I like phoenixes, giant squids, and lizardmen.

Favorite non-mythical animal/creature: Crocodilians, lizards, snakes, dogs, ratite birds, frogs, and tropical fish.

Personal philosophy: Get Saved or get out of my way! I love my parents, I really do, but I hate it when they pressure me to stay Catholic. I know that my future as a successful Christian depends on me leaving the Catholic Church, and I have no regrets in joining the Pentecostals for worship on Sundays. If I'm witnessing to someone, its best not to interfere, or I'll bite your head off.

Personal therianthropy: I have been told by my pastor that my shifter feelings are a deception from satan. I suspect that they are, but I can't deny that I would prefer to be a werewolf or a dragon. I think that if God changed me into a werewolf or a dragon, maybe people would finally listen to me preach the Word of God. The Holy Spirit told me otherwise – that people have their own issues and stupid false beliefs that must be defeated individually.

My solution to my shifter feelings is to pray to God for a shape-shift. Now God hasn't promised me a shift in this life – He has important work for me to do in this body – but He promised to shift me (and other trans-species people) when I get into Heaven. I suffer now in this human body, but I'm looking forward to an eternity as a majestic blue dragon!

My shifter feelings started from very early in my childhood. I have had many positive experiences with reptiles, and I've always wondered why humans were so unlike the other animals. Because I had a negative experience with a dog (got bitten on the arm), I hated dogs until I met a neighbor's Siberian Husky. He was a quiet, calm, peaceful dog with soft black and white fur and gentle eyes. As I grew up, I had more positive experiences with dogs, enough to make me like them and want their company.

I used to watch V back in the 80's and it increased my interest in lizards and other reptiles. I began drawing lizard people very proficiently. I once drew a caricature of an elderly neighbor as a lizardman, but I gave that to him, so I don't have it any longer.

When I got involved in black magick and satanism, I started to think that I was Anubis (the jackal-headed Egyptian funeral deity, for those of you not learned in historical things) reincarnated, and I drew a picture of myself as him holding an hourglass. I lost that picture, and the diary of my life back in Egypt, but the belief that I was supposed to be a canine stayed with me. I didn't realize it back then, but my latent lycanthropy had been triggered by my delusions about Egyptology and I could no longer suppress my shifter feelings.

After raising hell for six years, casting spells on people, abusing animals, drinking until I puked, smoking more marijuana than Thomas Chong, and getting involved in pornography, I came to realize that I was lost and needed Jesus in my life. I had hit rock bottom, and it was only after getting attacked in my sleep by an arthropod-like demon that I 'woke up' and decided that I should turn to God for salvation. The problem was I was still a Catholic, so I had no idea how to get saved until I went to Bible Faith Church. I had been looking for a Catholic church in the Etobicoke area but I couldn't find one.

I still remember the day I got Born Again. It was a Sunday morning in the autumn of 2002. I had been walking down Rexdale Avenue looking for plant samples for my project. I was walking by Bible Faith Church just as it was opening. I said to myself "Here's a church. One church is as good as another. God must be telling me to go in because this is a strange coincidence." I went inside and the atmosphere was totally different from the melodramatic atmosphere of a Catholic church. The people were friendly and enthusiastic. The pastor actually smiled, and he cracked jokes as he taught the Word. When Pastor Gaetano asked if anyone wished to come up and receive Jesus into my heart, something inside me said "Go up! This is what you've been looking for!" I went up there and said the Sinner's Prayer along with both the pastors, and I got Saved. I couldn't believe it when they told me that I was free from all my sins, though, because I had so much Catholic tradition messing my mind up, so the pastor arranged for me to confess my sins to one of the youth workers, Steve. He came out of there looking rather disturbed and told Pastor Gaetano "You've got a lot of work to do on this one!" I walked out of there feeling very relieved and joyful. It was literally like walking on air, and I began to confess Jesus Christ to my college peers.

Anyways, my need to become a wolf became very strong in January of 2003. I drew a picture of myself as a black-furred wolf standing in a graveyard on the night of a full moon. I no longer have the picture, but it didn't transfer to electronic form very well anyways. I had a very strong desire to be a wolf, and I prayed to God to change me into a wolf every night.

Finally, one snowy night in 2003 I was walking down the Humber River trail, praying in tongues and smoking pot (I hadn't mustered the strength to ditch pot then, but I no longer smoke it), I had a berserk state. It started with seeing a figure up ahead of me on the trail. I didn't want to be seen praying in tongues by some atheist, so I ran into the forest. I dashed through shrubbery and fallen trees to get away. I was very frightened and excited, and I suddenly, on a whim, began praying to God for a shape-shift. Thanking Him for changing me into a werewolf, I unconsciously began raising myself on my toes, curling my fingers, and raising my head to the sky. I was doing this for about five minutes, and my feet got tired, so I dropped to all fours. I continued thanking Him, but nothing was happening, so I took my boots off as a sign of faith. Still nothing. So then I decided to go further. I howled. Three times. Then the berserk state left me, and I left awestruck by the rush I got from entering that berserk state.

I've had dreams about being a werewolf or a dragon. One of the most powerful dreams was in 2001, when I dreamt I was a red dragon flying above Cleveland's House (where I worked for the summer and autumn of 1996). When I was in college, I had sensations of my body changing into a dragon's, especially with a tail growing out of my buttocks and my hands becoming claws. Whenever this would happen, I would find some lonely place to raise up on my toes, flick my tongue, and enjoy the experience. I've had numerous daydreams about being a dragon or a werewolf – too numerous to count.

I began writing complicated prayers to God to shapeshift me back in 2003, but once I knew a few things about prayer, my prayers got simpler and more effective. I had a question and answer session with the Holy Spirit to decide what my dragon body looked like. I was going to pray for a shift, but I wanted the Holy Spirit to decide what I would look like, so He could have some control in the matter (I figured it would make my petition easier to grant). I came up with a good description of my dragon body, enough to satisfy my curiosity anyways.

The Holy Spirit has affirmed to me several times that I would get my shape-shift if I persisted in my prayer and meditation on the matter.

I am seriously interested in helping trans-species people get their shape-shifts. The problem is getting them to acknowledge the God who is the only power able to shift them. Once they become Christians, I can petition God for them. I do know that He will not hold back a shape-shift from a trans-species believer if they insist on one.

My advice to fellow 'therians' is this: accept Jesus as your savior now before its too late. Jesus knows exactly how you feel (he was tempted with lycanthropy as per Luke 4:13) and He has a solution for your predicament. He has the power to change you spiritually, mentally, and physically.

And that's all I have to say about the subject.

Love and Hisses. God Bless.

Molatar Seth Pyrargent.
Dragon, Evangelist, Ranger.

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