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So many people know the term Lycanthrope, a fancy term for Werewolf, a person who turns into a wolf and/or a wolf-human hybrid.
Some RPGs (like Dungeons & Dragons, and Pathfinder) use “Lycanthrope” to refer to all such types of shapechangers, regardless of which animal it is. Problem is, this is linguistically incorrect.
Lycanthrope comes from two Greek words, Lykos (“wolf”) and Anthropos (“human”), which works fine for werewolves but not other werecreatures. Using the Greek word for whatever animal it is they turn into as the prefix would be more appropriate.
With that in mind, here’s what I’ve cobbled together:
A more correct proper term for such shapechangers as a whole would be Therianthrope, from Therion (“beast” or “wild animal”) + Anthropos – a term I first encountered in the AD&D 2nd Ed. Monster Manual – or Zoanthrope, from Zoion (“animal” or “living being”) + Anthropos.
Wereape = Pithekanthrope, from Pithekos (“Ape”) + Anthropos
Weregoat = Traganthrope, from Tragos (“Goat”) + Anthropos
Werehorse = Hippanthrope, from Hippos (“Horse”) + Anthropos
Werelion = Leanthrope, from Leon (“Lion”) + Anthropos
Werelizard = Crocodilanthrope, from Crocodilos (“Lizard”) + Anthropos
Weremouse = Musanthrope, from Mus (“Mouse”) + Anthropos
Werepig = Khoiranthrope, from Khoiros (“Pig”) + Anthropos
Wererat = Arouraianthrope, from Arouraios (“Rat”) + Anthropos
Wereshark = Karcharianthrope, from Karcharias (“Sharp-Tooth”) + Anthropos
Wereserpent = Drakontanthrope, from Drakon, Drakontos (“Serpent”) + Anthropos
Weresquid = Kalamoanthrope, from Kalamos (the Grerek word for squid, literally meaning “reed/tube/pen”) + Anthropos
Wereswan = Kyknanthrope, from Kyknos (“Swan”) + Anthropos
Weretiger = Tigranthrope, from Tigris (“Tiger”) + Anthropos
Werevulture = Aegypianthrope, from Aegypius (“Vulture”) + Anthropos
Werewhale = Falenanthrope, from Falena (“Whale”) + Anthropos
Greek did of course have its own words for many things, but some were borrowed from other cultures, and some things were named by combining the names of two or more things.
Cats & Big Cats: These are really tricky, since for one thing the Ancient Greeks didn’t really have cats until they met the Egyptians. (What was the most common housepet for the Ancient Greeks? Weasels!) Ailuros was what they called the Egyptian cats (and was itself the Greek word for the Egyptian goddess Bast, whom they likened to Artemis), but after interacting with those and other breeds of cats for a while they adapted the Latin word for cats, cattus. As for the big cats… things get confusing. The word “leopard” comes from Leon (Greek word for lion) + Pardos (Greek for panther), since it was believed leopards were the offspring of a lion and a panther. But the word “panther” itself is a folk etymology stemming from the Greek words Pan (“all”) + Therion (”beast”). Tigris is the Greek word for tiger, but that came from either Latin or Persian.
(Pantherianthrope could refer not to a werepanther but to someone who could shift into any animal form!)
Giraffe: Supposedly, when the Greeks first saw giraffes, they thought they looked like camels with the spots of a leopard, so the called them camel-leopards, or camelopards. (The Ancient Greek term for baboons? Khoiropithekos, from Khoiros + Pithekos, since they were thought to look like monkeys with pig snouts.) “Cameleopard” was a not uncommon term for giraffes in some parts of the world on up to the 19th century!
If I’ve gotten anything wrong, or you know of a better word, please let me know!
EDIT: Another thing about the word “werewolf” is that the “were” part means “adult male”; “werewolf” is literally “man-wolf.” The word “woman” is derived from wifman, a combination of “man” and wif, meaning
an adult female and surviving with an altered meaning in the form
“wife.” If you wanted to construct an etymologically accurate term for a female lycanthrope, it’d be something like wifwolf (wifshark, wiftigress, et cetera).
What it’s like being an upper year biochemistry undergrad
(well the worst parts)
Labs require work
Spending 1-3 hours prepping for each lab outside
2-6 hours doing each lab
2-6 hours writing a lab report each week.
This can be done for up to 4 labs per week.
That’s up to 60 hours per week just doing lab
work; 15 hours per lab.
Include the 3 hours of class time each week for
these courses x5 = 15 hours
75 hours per week of schoolwork not including
readings, studying, and assignments, final projects, presentations….
Some of the study material is outrageous
Memorizing Proteins EFAa, EFAb, EFAc …
Similarity of names are confusing
Some protein names are complex
Expecting some results, but getting different
results with no idea why
The strange results still need to be interpreted
May need to do experiment over
The experiment looks good on paper and in your
But in the lab, isn’t what was expected
Forgetting if you added a reagent in 32 assay
vials, and having to start over from scratch.
An extra 1-2 hours of lab work
Manuscript-style science report formatting
Hell on hell
One comma out of place and you’re screwed.
Researching literature in your specific niche
can be daunting and difficult
Sometimes very little literature on your
specific organism or molecule
Overly-complex scientific literature over your
head which you still need to be able to explain and incorporate into your
cytochrome b [Elephas maximus maximus]
Handing in a half-assed report because you’ve
reached your time limit for submission
11. Learning all the protein one-letter codes and DNA codons coding for amino acids by heart happens passively by the time you graduate.
Rae was scratching her hand. She shouldn’t be nervous, it had been over 6 years since they got together, properly at least. She should not be nervous. But honestly, bad habits die fucking hard. All those old little thoughts came traipsing in when Finn was gone, he’d be back, but it had had been a long month without him. Rae was still scratching. What if he thought she looked different? What if there was someone else? Some other skinnier prettier girl who he actually deserved to be with? Someone so much better than her? No, Rae, was being ridiculous. He wouldn’t still be with her after all this time if he was going to leave her. He said, just last night, that he loved. Just as she was starting to drift off, the phone hanging limply from her fingers and eyes continually closing slowly and reopening sharply every time she remembered who she was talking to. She couldn’t look away from the door. She needed a distraction.
“Anyone need another drink?” Rae asked the gang. They all had come over to Finn and Rae’s apartment to welcome Finn home, he didn’t want a party, he said that enough times, but the gang isn’t a party, not really. He didn’t even want picked up from the airport, as his boss was driving him home. Bloody sod probably just thinking it would be easier for Rae. Such a selfless prick, sometimes.
The gang all chimed in with a slurred “yes” or “no” or in Chop’s case a “fuck yeah, baby girl!” They had all hit the drink pretty fast and with Finn being late (also not helping Rae’s anxiety), it had created quite an atmosphere. It had been so long since everyone had been together. Going off in all their own ways, they all still caught up with each other but they weren’t teenagers anymore and life got in the way. Chop and Izzy’s first kid, Chloe gorgeous and sweet husband, Archie’s off-again-on-again boyfriend all leading to a bit of a drift in their friendships. Tonight though there were no distractions, mainly because Archie was currently in an off stage and had begged Chloe not to make him the only one alone, and this night was not a night for a crying baby.
Rae walked through to the kitchen to get the drinks, she wasn’t thinking of how there was Fosters in there, enough to last Finn two weeks, that hadn’t been touched. She wasn’t noticing that god forsaken fridge magnet he got her that was a music note with “For May” written at the top, or the bottle opener with a spaceman on it, (which Finn had said was “just like their song”. It wasn’t their song.) And she definitely wasn’t noticing that her favourite people in the world were having a fantastic time and she was in an emotional turmoil caught between extreme excitement and devastating anxiety. No, she didn’t notice any of that.
“You okay, Rae?” She turned to face Archie who was adjusting his glasses, everybody has habits they can’t shake. He always knew though, Archie, the one that spent half his time between Rae and Finn’s and his own flat, he just knew.
So when Rae said, “I’m great,” Archie walked over and gave her a hug.
“He’s coming home. It’s nearly over.” Rae nodded she should be more excited, she shouldn’t be so worried, this was Finn, her Finn. The Finn that said he wasn’t going to some “posh totty of a conference for people who think they know about music talk about Simply Red and the Specials all day.” That a “whole month was too long”, that “music producing wasn’t that big of a dream”, that “New York was just too far”, that if “Rae wasn’t going then neither was he”. She of course told him he was a dickhead to pass up the opportunity and after quite a blazing row, somehow she convinced him to put his career first for once. They had sort of made it work; talking on the phone, e-mails, texting, it wasn’t the real thing though. Rae knew that falling asleep listening to Finn tell her she’s beautiful over the phone wasn’t the same as feeling it being spoke into her hair. God, she had missed the bugger.
Archie let Rae go and helped her with the drinks, all while maintaining this overly encouraging smile. Rae laughed, “You look ridiculous with that stupid grin on your face.”
“Well, if that’s what I get for being a good friend, I’ll act like a twat next time.” He said nudging her, they both were laughing when they joined the group, passing out the drinks.
Rae was just about to sit down, still fidgeting but at least the sick, knotting feeling in her stomach had loosened, even if just a little. But what if he suddenly changed his mind? What if he had been lying on the phone? He’s never been very good with words, it’s always easier to just read his expressions, he could have just been waiting until he saw her in person to tell her what he really thought.
No, Rae thought, no, Finn wouldn’t do that. Finn loves her.
“Hey, hey, Raemundo, you’ll never believe the joke Chloe just fucked up…”
“Hey,” Chloe said not lightly thumping his arm, “You distracted me, you kept going off about that damn elepha-”
The door handle rattled. There was tense atmosphere as the gang collectively took a breath. Really, Rae thought later, they were all exaggerating. It wasn’t like they saw each other every day anyway, but, she figured, they had never been this far apart for so long.
The door opened and Rae was out of her seat before she even realised. He smelled just the same, that was the first thing she noticed, his arms felt just the same too as they wrapped around her waist. He still did that thing where nuzzled his head into her neck, thinking she didn’t know that he was currently smelling her hair. She thanked any and every god that she hadn’t changed her shampoo.
He squeezed her tighter, then moved a tiny fraction to whisper, “It’s good to see you, too.” He chuckled lightly and went to move but Rae wasn’t ready to let go yet. She had to make sure it was her Finn. She pulled far enough away to look at him but still be close enough to see each individual eyelash. His hair, it was longer, needed a cut really, but all in all the same… and his eyes, looking at her as if she’s the greatest Christmas present/birthday present combination ever, were still brown, and getting lighter nearer the pupils. Rae ticked off her check list; freckles, scar, earring, neck, shoulders, those slugs of eyebrows, all Finn. All her Finn.
He raised his eyebrows at her, “Well, I might leave more often if I know I come home to this.”
She laughed, and lightly poked his nose, “Alright, dickhead, just making sure you haven’t fallen flat on your face, God knows where you’d be without me.” Finn smiled at this, but Rae didn’t have time to process that because he wasted no more time and started kissing her. Quite forcefully too, Rae would say, not that she was complaining. It was here, in this moment that Rae realised that all those phone calls and messages the couple had shared, just couldn’t do this, they couldn’t give her those lips that made everything okay. And that’s what Rae was feeling, not only the same immense pleasure and sensations she normally had with his kiss (which were all fantastic) but this relief she knew had been building from the day she saw him go. All those fears about him finding someone else, all those worries of him ‘realising’ he was too good for her, every single bad thought about their relationship dissolved from Rae, leaving only the love they both gave.
Wow, she was watching too many of those shitty movies with Chloe.
“Oi, Finny Boy, get your hands off our Raemundo will ya, and come say hi to the rest o’ us!” Rae felt Finn smile and pull away. He winked at her and went to say his greetings to the rest of the gang. Izzy was the first one to sweep him up in all her glee, before the rest joined in.
Rae watched as they all crowded around him, before she was pulled into the 6-way huddle.
It was 2:30am, the gang had been gone a while and Rae was resting on Finn’s bare chest, his fingers sifting lightly through her hair. Then she heard the words she had thought to herself when she had raced into his arms earlier.
L’Elephas falconeri era un elefante vissuto in Sicilia, Malta e Creta circa 500.000 anni fà. Discendente dagli elefanti indiani che arrivarono nelle grandi isole mediterranee durante le glaciazioni, quando il livello del mare si abbassò di oltre 100 metri. L'isolamento di questi pachidermi in un ambiente ostile come quello isolano, in seguito al successivo innalzamento del livello del mare, ha dato il via a un processo di endemizzazione portando la loro altezza a quella di 90 cm al garrese.
The Elephas falconeri was an elephant lived in Sicily, Malta and Crete about 500,000 years ago. Descending from the Indian elephants who arrived in large Mediterranean islands during the ice ages, when sea level was lowered by more than 100 meters. The isolation of these pachyderms in a hostile environment, such as the island, following the subsequent rise of sea level, has started to a process of endemization bringing their height to 90 inches at the withers.
Like many animals, the elephant was named at a time when the science of taxonomy was in its infancy and the relations between animal groups was just becoming clear. The word elephant is of ancient origin, arriving in English around 1300 via the Old French olyphant, which was reintroduced around 1550 on the Latin model from elephantus from the Ancient Greek genitive of the word elephas, elephantos (ἐλέφαντος) that was used to mean both elephant and ivory. When German zoologist and entomologist Johann Karl Wilhelm Illiger (19 November 1775 – 10 May 1813) named the order to which elephants belonged, he naturally turned to their most distinctive feature, their incredible long prehensile noses, and named the order Proboscidea, from the Ancient Greek proboskis (προβοσκίς) and the Latin proboscis, meaning nose.
Even the scientific classification system of naming is a little bit off and showing its age: of the two species alive today, the smaller, Asian Elephant is known as Elephas maximus while the larger African elephant is known as Loxodonta elphanta, meaning oblique sided tooth. The earliest proboscid dates back 65 million years to the Paleocene: the Eritherium was not nearly as large as modern elephants, and the next oldest probiscid (dating back 56 million years) was the Phosphatherium about the size of a small fox.
Image of elephants courtesy William Warby, used with permission. Check out his cool flickr page.