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 Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 10:44 am
 This is the journal for Savhir. Please do not post unless otherwise stated.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 11:01 am
 
Name: Savhir [Sav-fear]
Origin: Name I made up.
Gender: Male
Age: Beta
Likes: hunting, instilling fear, controlling things
Dislikes: being weak, weakness in itself, most others
History: When Savhir was a little pup the one thing he wanted to do, the one thing he wanted to get out of life was to become a powerful wolf. Power was in his bloodline. The pack he had come from was known for their bloodthirsty ways and oftentimes killed without reason or cause. Because of this Savhir was instilled with a deep rooted bloodlust early on and so much so that he was already helping to take down large deers when he was still just a puppy.
By his teens he could do it all, and alongside his father, who was leader of the pack, he would kill warring packs and bring fear to anything that should cross his pack. His mother was a treasure in herself, but Savhir loved his father greatly. So when his father died when the tormentor was just an adult, the death hit him hard. Not only that but the pack turned in on itself. His mother was slain by her own comrades, wolves against wolves, brothers against brothers. Savhir fled then.
And he's never looked back since.
Personality: Savhir is a bloodthirsty creature. He's the type that would revel in revenge and slaughter, whether he had cause or not. He's a dangerous wolf and prefers a life of solidarity rather then associate with those he deems 'weaker them himself'. Scratch the surface however and you will find a tormented fellow. He's distraught over his parent's death and that plays into a lot of relationships he might have.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 11:03 am
August 29, 2006 - Rein is met.
July 31, 2006 - Savhir meets Ohka.
July 18th, 2006 - Journal is created.
July 16, 2006 - Savhir created.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 11:05 am
Ohka - Though this fem is of a low rank Savhir has seemed to taking quite a liking to her. Not in any romantic sense, but in the way of an older brother to her of sorts.
Rein - There is some unspoken attraction here and Savhir seems to be allured by the poise and speech this wolf keeps.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 11:06 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 11:09 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 11:11 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 5:55 am
Savhir/Rein - Requiem of NightForbidden Filly The sun was setting and Savhir sat watching the display right under the line between sun and moon it seemed like. Sometimes the beta would believe it was all for him and sometimes he looked at it as a warning sign. A taunting beast of a thing that tormented him because this was all he had resorted life to. Petty stargazing. Lesotho A yawn parted two tawny jaws wide as a body shrouded in shadows came moving through the fading twilight. My my, Rien had been busy today. Usually, she was more active at night, but right now she was considering a nap. However, she did not expect to catch the scent of someone new in her nostrils, and quickly her path was diverted towards him. Curiosity often got the best of her, and tonight was no exception. Forbidden Filly Savhir stayed where he was, catching another's scent in the wind as it drifted by him. But it was of no warning to him. A feminine scent. Perhaps some low fem trying to protect her offspring from him. Interesting. He was in no mood for bloodshed tonight. "Tis quite a scene that sets above us in the sky...." he singsonged, his back still turning to the movements he heard behind him. "But it's what happening below it that sets the mood indeed...." Lesotho She had seen him, but hadn't found him all that extraordinary, seeing as he was male, and she was continuing on her way. However, when he spoke she flicked an ear back and halted, her hazel eyes turned upon him. A small smirk displaced her otherwise normal muzzle for a moment. "A blank canvas in the setting sun reveals the stars only as the light of day fades." She said in contemplation of his words. Of course, there was meaning hidden in it, but it was a test to see if he could unravel it. She had always been the silver-tongued queen of her world... let's see if he can dance. Forbidden Filly "And when the light of day fades to us wolves they reveal," he turned fully around this time, getting to his paws in one movement, "A thing of beauty......" His light greyish blue eyes settled on her and his face remained impassive, he merely watched, waiting for a reaction. Lesotho The smirk disappeared as quickly as it had surfaced. He wasn't bad... but he wasn't great. Good enough to hold an intelligent conversation, however. "Ah, or perhaps in the darkness few things retain their shape, and those that do are considered outstanding among the shadows?" Forbidden Filly "Indeed, somethings appear to be great when they are but mere segments of fragments of weak montrocities put together, but.." he stepped closer, now visibily exmaning her, "Then in such cases it is not the sight that bears your insight, it is...." he let a grin slip to his maw, showing off his large canines, "best to go off intution. Tell me wolf, of what does yours say?" Lesotho She paused for a moment, giving him a once over herself, passing a skeptic look as her head cocked slightly. She took a step closer, her eyes locking in his. "Mine says..." And she pushed past him, circling around his side. "Perhaps the stars have not shed false beauty tonight." Forbidden Filly He let the grin widen and his eyes flickered. "That is very good to know." He raised his head up and flickered up his tail, as if giving her the full view of him, so that she could analyze him had she the need. "My intution tells me there's a storm brewing, where lightening consumes clouds... what say you of that?" Savhir as no small wolf, not by any means. And it was never in his nature to even talk to another unless he planned to kill or start something. Lesotho Oh, but she wasn't looking at that. She was simply analyzing his body, it's structure, muscle mass, fat. Everything that was important in telling just how a wolf behaved needed to be looked over again and again. Once she came back full circle, her eyes fell into his in mock interest, very easily mistaken for the real thing. "I say perhaps the clouds have yet to part... give it time." Forbidden Filly He smirked, "Pity then. Tell me, Wolf....do you enjoy music?" he asked, now letting his tail sway softly back and forth as if he was doing it to an unknown tune. Lesotho "I do..." she said, a bit of hesitation present as an ear rolled back in uncertainty. What was he getting at? She couldn't scent anything on him... he was good. Better than she expected. Hmmm. Forbidden Filly He smiled warmly, "Such music the night makes...." With that he lowered his head slightly as if telling her a dirty secret. "Listen....such music the sky makes...." With that it began to rain, soft drizzling at first and then it picked up, with the the wind began to howl and the leaves rattled. If one payed attention, they would find a symphony of sorts. Lesotho Well, she'd seen stranger things than a wolf who magically predicted the weather. She let the small droplets hit along her back and muzzle, not bothering to shake them off. She simply looked at him for a moment or two, then tossed back her head, letting a lone note ring from her chest, rising and falling with the winds until finally it died away. Forbidden Filly He watched her and then leaned his own head up, bellowing loudly, his massive chest puffed out before he let his own note die. He dropped his head and then flicked his tail up. "Sometimes intution is mistaken for common sense." He leaned in and muttered, "I saw the rain clouds before you arrived...." With that he grinned and began to pad off, "A rainstorm turns music into misery, if you want to hear that racket then stay...if not....I have shelter...Follow."
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 7:01 am
Lesotho She hmmphed in her head, wondering how the hell he read her mind when she gave no signs whatsoever of her thoughts. She had a talent for that. Regardless, she followed in silence, not wanting to be out in the rain for longer than she had to, seeing as it'd soak through her guard hairs quickly. Forbidden Filly He said nothing further and continued to pad, not bothering to look back at her to check and make sure she was still following. If she went away, she went away. And that was that. Finally he came upon his den. "Excuse the mess," he muttered pushing various animal and wolf bones out of the way with a paw. "I'm not often pleasured with visitors." Lesotho Rien ducked into the shelter, paying no heed to the bones strewn about. She took to shaking her coat dry, then running a tongue over her paw for a few beats. She hadn't gotten that wet, but she liked to be dry. Forbidden Filly "Ah that's better," he said shaking himself as well, though not bothering to do any of the other cleaning afterwards. "Time for names, I am Savhir known as the tormentor in some circles. And who might you be my lovely mystery cloud." Lesotho Lovely mystery cloud? Oh boy. She shrugged it off, finding him less and less impressive by the second. It didn't help that he kept a long since dead wolf skeleton in his den. That was just plain BAD taste. "Rien" She said simply, the syllable rolling off her tongue with a heavy french accent. Forbidden Filly "Rein," he repeated, his tail twitching a bit. "How did you come to be in these lands, wolf," he said, taking away any power she thought she held by stripping away her name. "Surely, you're not from anywhere around here." Lesotho "I walked." She said, again simply. She considered answering him in french to knock him off his high horse, but she chose against it. Better to play nice than anything. Forbidden Filly "You walked," He said in mock amazment, "A grand feat of this nature simply MUST be celebrated. Oh heavens above, great earth below me, she WALKED...." He was quick. Like lightening as the mention he made early. In a blink of an eye he was near her head, too close to be comfortable. A low growl emitted from his throat. "Mockery or Jest?" he asked, keeping his head near her ear. Lesotho She didn't flinch as he came near. Where she came from, there was no flinching. There was no backing down from a fight. You knew your friends, and your enemies... and they were the same. "Ah, that is the question." She said, articulating each word carefully, eyes slightly squinted. Forbidden Filly He rested his head on the side of hers, sniffing in deeply. "You are not afraid of me? Are you wolf? Or are you not afraid to die? I haven't eaten in ages...." he rushed forward and clamped his jaw down on her back, but not even enough for her to feel it, barely grazing. Lesotho Again, she didn't flinch. Well, she might as well let him in on her secret, especially if he was looking for a fight, because she knew there were no ifs, ands, or buts about her victory. Regardless of his size or experience, she knew she could top him. "Why should I fear a dog such as yourself? You speak as a prince but you act as a pauper." Forbidden Filly He let go of her, letting his tongue lick one solitary trail along her spine until he let go and was back near her head. "You shouldn't. I require no fear, and as you know princes are merely paupers that have influence. All creatures are one and the same. To you I am but a pauper, to others I am a prince among Gods and Wolves." He grinned and then stared into her eyes, deep and calculating. "What is it you DO fear, wolf?" He smiled a bit and then offered, "I'll go first. I'm afraid of beetles." Lesotho On the inside, she laughed at his irrational fear. But what did the she wolf fear? She actually had to think about it. After some thought, she answered carefully. "I wish that I could feel such a sensation, but I fear nothing." Forbidden Filly He shook his head, "To live without fear is to live without victory. What do you care if you've won if you have nothing to overcome." he let out a little sigh and said offhandly, "I couldn't eat you, you'd be too bitter for my tastes. I could chew and chew, your hindquarters are nice, so is your chest, your brains might be worthwhile....but in the end, I'm unfortunate to say," he sighed again, "It'd be like eating tar." Lesotho "I'm glad you think so." She said, dropping all airs of her higher speech just like that. And she was, she would much rather draw that sort of reaction than anything else. At least then, she wasn't desired. She liked that. However, she was uncomfortable at the mentions of his likes throughout her body. Of course, she wouldn't show it, but she felt it. Forbidden Filly "Naturally, you don't die. What's not to be glad about that." He flopped down and rolled onto his back, puffing out his belly. "Alright then dear cloud wolf. Get this over with....You might want to try the dark meat first, I'm sure it's devine" Lesotho She arched a wolven brow, looking at him. Was he serious? No... he couldn't be. He spoke in riddles, but they were amusing. A small smirk spread across her muzzle as she dove at him, without further hesistation, and spread her jaws wide, coming down on his throat. A huge snarl escaped her as she did so, but she seized herself just as her fangs touched his flesh. Forbidden Filly "Shame," he said looking up at her, never flinching, not once. "You've not knack for torture? Ah welll.....do what you must to justify this wretched wretched act against a poor pup of a wolf." Lesotho She backed off, leaving him be, and turned her back. Taking a seat, she didn't look back at him as she turned a paw over, picking between her toes with her teeth idly. Forbidden Filly "Don't fancy me , eh?" he asked, rolling up and flopping on his behind. "I am good for other uses you know. Besides for eating." Lesotho "Oh really." She said dryly, glancing over at him and leaving the paw aloft. "Like what?"
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