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 Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2004 10:23 am
ep, this is to be Fairfax's journal type thing
keep record of his RP and whatnot.
If these entries look a little familar, it is because I am just keeping a log of what I do in the guild and perhaps adding to it a bit. Makes it easier to track progress.
Please, no posting. This is read only unless you are involved in an RP with me.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2004 10:35 am
[Description]
Name
Fairfax, Fair, or even Farley
Pack status
Not in a pack and very upset about it. His pack rank, if he had one, would be somewhere along omega.
Personality
Fairfax is quiet, nervous, and easily startled; most of his respectful silence is a mix of fear and uncertainty about himself and the world around him. However he is very reliant on the strength and presence of others, prefering to be afraid of another he is with than another he is not.
Fair's subissive disposition is usually obvious at first glance, even when he is with a wolf whom he trusts. Over time, his body has come to take the shape of his most frequent posture; His back dips a bit lower than the rest of his body, tail tucked almost permanently between his legs, as if he were ever ready to prostrate himself.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2004 10:40 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2004 1:32 pm
[Relashionships]
"Master" - Reicher
After having lived as a loner for all of his life and almost driven to suicide because of it, Fairfax falls into the path of Reicher. At first believing Reicher to be a god after one terrifying experience with him, Fair exchanges his freedom for his life, thus becoming the Reicher loyal pet.
Fair does not know enough about Reicher yet to feel strongly about him one way or another. He is incredibly greatful to him for sparing his life and from saving him from his worthless life as a wandering omega loner. Even with such a new bond, Fair is ready and willing to do whatever is asked of him from his new Master.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2004 1:49 pm
((This is sort of starting in the middle of things but the story line should be continuous from here))
((a companionship with Chagrin and a brief encounter with Devvyl has been established thus far))Quote: The body of a medium-sized bird thumped to the ground in an undignified manner. Fairfax sniffed the ground, nosing the dirt gently. All was cold and dry, the moisture escaping deeper into the earth, on strike, waiting for a raise in temperture. His paw scrapped the dirt, a dry chunk of earth dislodging with ease. He scrapped again and more came off. Slowly, he dug deeper, quickening with each paw full. As the ground dirt began to stick slightly at is paws, he stopped. Lifting his head, Fair wrapped his jaws around the peasant, his tongue licking over the breast, and dropped it again, into the hole. The bird lay vulnerable and empty. Fair looked away. Turning, he quickly filled the hole, and walked back towards the woods without looking back. Winter was coming. He hoped he'd see Chagrin again soon. Quote: His small kill successfully buried, Fairfax once again took refuge in the woods. It was a bit early to be burying things for winter, but, as usual, Fair was overly cautious. He wanted plenty of food available to himself and Chagrin if need be. Besides, there was not a whole lot else to worry about. Even for a high strung darling such at Fairfax, the world was at ease for now.
A quiet rumble rippled through the air. Fairfax looked up, his body shaking softly at the challenge from the sky. A small drop of liquid jumped sharply onto his nose. The wolf flinched. A moment later, tail tucked between hind legs, he skittered to a thicker place in the trees.
Sitting hunched under the skirt of a pine, Fair made himself as small as possible. Rain fell down around him in fast-paced splitter splatters, spilling copious amounts of the water into his furr, regardless of his precautions. Giving up, the black-back lay down in the mudding dirt and stretched out. "So much for keeping dry..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2004 10:32 pm
Quote: Fair hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep until he opened his eyes to see clear sky peaking through the canopy. Standing slowly, his ears fell against his head and he shook his fur vigorously. The rain returned in a short burst, drenching the pine needles in a two foot radius around the wolf. The brief storm had softened the earth, his paws pressing deeper as he walked towards the field. A dying ray of sunlight brushed his paw as Fairfax stepped into the open grass. He was mildly worried that the unforseen rain might have washed away his treasure's hiding place. There was a moment of indecision of wether to check on the kill or go the stream before Fair paced himself and headed towards the stream. Sleeping in the rain had covered him in a layer of mud, which irked him. His skin twitched. Among his other quirks, the wolf had a thing for cleanliness. Quote: The sky was dark by the time Fairfax pulled himself out of the stream. he shivered but not from the cold."I hate.. being so alone here.." Quote: Fairfax lay again beside the stream in a bed a reeds, slightly hidden. His spirits had fallen. He was a pack wolf without a pack and it ate cruelly at him. A light breeze rushed over his fur and chilled him body to match his spirits.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2004 11:51 pm
Quote: Bits of snow still fell and stuck to his nose, the sky playing some cruel game of tag with the unwilling Fairfax. He'd been ready for the winter months, smelling the cold air on the fall breeze, but only where matters of food were concerned. Walking through the cold, wet snow was something he could not prepare for.
He'd grown slightly fond of hunting. It was the one time when he could feel stronger than another living thing. There was that one moment right before he went for the kill that was pure ecstacy, that one split second where he thought he was hunting for the good of a pack. When his teeth sunk into the flesh and it was over, he found himself alone again. The warm, dying thing in his mouth went cold and tasteless in that moment.
But things were different now that it was winter. Winter sucked away his emotions beyond a nervous need to survive. Everything was either dead or hiding, so hunting was mostly a fruitless effort. Not that it mattered. Once he'd noticed that his steps in the snow did not dissapear once he'd made them, he stopped wanting to move. Thus far, lodged in a hole in the ground hidden by a fallen tree, he'd only ventured out to unbury the kills he's saved in the fall.
A bone from one such kill lay across his right forepaw at that moment, Fair staring blankly into the snow.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2004 12:06 am
Quote: Fair pawed gently through the remaining snow, his nerves prickling. "Chased" from his den by a curious fox and a desire not to fight, Fair had simply skirted past him and into the forest. His ears twitched, listening to see if some creature might be close by or following him, his low tail dragging a shallow line through the snow.
He paused behind the shadow of a tree, watch another of the wretched crows preening itself. The bird had stopped on the frozen ground to pick at the remains of a rabbit. The site of the rabbit sent Fairfax's hackles alive, worried he had stumbled into some unfriendly wolf's territory. He scanned the baren snow around him with nervously jumping eyes, holding perfectly still. In the spring his yellow and greenish fur melted nicely into the foliage of the forest and long grass of the fields; in the winter he was fair game.
Still, despite the danger, Fair was having a hard time resisting. The site of the rabbit and bird inspired, other than fear, a ravanous desire for fresh meat. Thus far, he'd be eating old kills he'd hidden and buried. Hardly satisfying. Licking his teeth and giving one careful glance around, he took a few running steps, pouncing the bird as it spread it's wings to take flight and crushing it's neck.
It seemed to Fair afterward, the skin of the rabbit and bones of the crow thoroughly cleaned at his feet, that the danger had hardly been worth it. Through the feathers, the bird had little meat. The rabbit had already been half gone. The rabbit worried him. Quote: The sky was a deceptively peaceful grey, unbroken by any sliver of blue or white from the atmosphere trapped behind the blanket. Fairfax felt the sky in his bones, his stomach rolling. At first he'd thought the feeling might have been due to the coming rain, but things had only gotten worse since then, far worse then any weather sense. There was no grass to eat, the frozen forest thawing only slowly. He chewed instead on a freshly broken twig, knawing on the bark and green sap. Still, the passion rose in his throat, spitting out yellow hunks of drowning, half chewed meat in creamy liquid pools.
Sniffing the bile, Fair smelled the scent of rabbit hidden beneath the acid eaten chunks.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2004 11:18 am
Quote: After what seemed to be a season of rain, the snow was reduced to slush and eventually washed away. Spring came quickly. These early spring days were unstable and brought boughts of cold that disturbed Fairfax. He could handle the seperate seasons on their own, though winter was a trial, but the transition stages were particularly hard on him. His already raw nerves were further set on edge with the uncertain weather, never sure if he should expect snow or rain in movement of the gloomy clouds.
The sun was rising earlier, he'd noticed as of late. He took this as a sign of good will and hoped spring would soon settle permanently over the forest. Small mammals were easier to spot, their tracks sinking deeper in the softening earth, and Fairfax no longer had to rely on old kills and carrion. For the most part, anyway.
His old hope, a dull one now worn by the pessimistic pull of time, of finding packmates arrose again with his rising spirits. Foreign wolves may not be so kind in allowing an adult to join their ranks as they would a pup, he knew, but even one companion would have done his depressed demeanor good. Quote: Reicher Quote: Reicher
The bone lord of Wolves prowled the forests of the morning, his ears perking up as he witnessed the daybreak. The colours were admirable, and his pupiless eyes coveted the brief meeting before the colours receeded before him. He had work to do. His haunches shook as he stood, coming out of the patch of forage he had rested for the night in. Afterall, it wasn't like he had expected to of slept in a cave or another comfortable place.
Reicher's pale, white hide traversed through the foliage, his skeleton like frame breaking through them with ease. During this process of wanderings, he picked up a scent, though. It was different then the scents he had encountered, a very very different fragrance. It was that of another wolf, but, not like the pups he had met earlier, no, this one was bigger.
And yet, smaller then him in some odd way. Reicher went towards where the smell was wafting towards him, determined to track down this accomplice. Or prey. Whichever it may be.
Two tan paws, a forepaw and a backpaw, paused midair as he went to take his next step. The wind was telling him something. His raised snout reached a little higher into the wind and sniffed. The scent of an unknown wolf sent a shiver of nervousness through Fair. He looked behind himself and around but could see no sign yet of the other. He lowered his paws and moved in a meandering, sporatic path, moving onward and then pausing, listening. The wolf, friend or foe, was advancing quickly.
The burly wolf followed his nose, making no concern of trying to conceal himself. For, Reicher knew that he could if he wanted too. But the scent he was tracking was also moving. That, he did not like. He did not like being ran away from, because he then knew that whoever it was either opposed him or feared him. Neither were bad, but it was not what he had hoped for.
His eyes glistened, the achromatic orbs following whatever he could with his eyes. He could not see his quarry, but he could smell it well enough. That, and his paws had set firmly onto open ground. Ground for running. Ground which he perferred much over the brush. A low chortle filled his lungs and eradicated itself from his maw, his purple tongue lolling out of the side and he begun on the chase.
Reicher was one wolf who did not need to see something to chase it. The thunderous clap of his paws against the thick earth could be heard, as if he were some type of great beast, the noise prodigious as he approached in quick pursuit. He was determined.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2005 10:26 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 9:36 pm
Quote: Reicher Quote: Reicher To say that Reicher was surprised was an understandment. A considerably large understatement. He was shocked by the other wolf staying where he was. He fundamentally skidded to a stop infront of the other wolf, giving him a funny look. The bone adolescent was used to being feared or hated, not, well, stood at. He wasn't sure what he proper reaction was to be.
"Who.... Are you?" He said menacingly, his head raised so that he was glowering down his skull marked nose at the other. Ears perked up to show off the pieces of bone making twin incisions, attempting his very best to tower over the other. Not that it was hard, he seemed to be extremely timid. Although he was quite a bit older then Reicher, that was, he seemed to have a much inferior... loftiness, yes, loftiness, then the younger one.
This was it, he thought, look up at his death. He appreciated for a moment how little had had accomplished in his short life and knew that no one would ever noticed his disappearance. He was truly alone. These thoughts and the presence of the other so close to him wrought a small whimper from the wolf. It made no difference to Fairfax that this wolf was obviously younger than he; his personality towered over Fair's trembling form.
Though he heard the other speak clearly above him, the words faded behind the tone they were spoken in and were lost to Fairfax. He dropped his gaze and finally managed a step backwards but no farther, his coat shivering. He was a afraid to speak or address the other, surprised that he was still alive to even make such decisions.
The facade of death was the correrct terminology for the way that the younger wolf appeared. A sinister grin lined his maw, his eyes boring down on the other. How could he of missed it? That expression of terror. Although, he knew that this wasn't an impressive task. Not by any merit.
"Do you consider me Death?" He questioned, leaning down to give him a hellions smirk. This was satisfying. It wasn't a great feat, but, it was what he needed. He let his hot breath flood from a dank and dark maw, truely putting on an inspiring show. "And if I was Death? What would you do then?" Reicher spoke, holding back a hideous cackle he had stored in his throat was was dieing to be unleashed.
If this was what all of the wolves out here were like, either small defenseless funny as all hell puppies and pathetic little snots, he could get used to this. And very quickly he could indeed. His body leaned forward intimidatingly, and his final, deplorable words were, "And if I were to kill you?" He spoke. It would be a shame if Fairfax were to miss this little speech, for, in the wolvish mind of Reicher, it was quite grandoise.
Leaves rustled in the breeze in the trees surrounding them and a squirrel was jumping down between trees fifty paces or so to the right. Fairfax took these in as the other sneered abover him. He breathed in sightly and let his eyes roll upward towards the other without changing position. This was not Death; he was being played with. The realization did not ease his fears -they, in a way, prolonged his suffering- but it did allow him some hope.
The last question posed toward him, a taunting threat on his life, acted as a catayst towards Fairfax's paralyzed reflexes. The bigger wolf, in size alone albeit, made a very sudden and immaterial lunge at the skeleton, snapping his jaws by the other's ear and immediately taking off into the forest. His claws dug sharply into the dirt as he raced as fast as his lythe, underfed body could take him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 7:57 pm
Reicher Fairfax Reicher Fairfax Soft, quiet sounds flowed smoothly, continuously, nearby. The sound soothed Fairfax, though he couldn't quite remember what it was, and kept him dazed in a half sleep. He drifted off again, after waking for the 50th time that night, and finally fell into a dead sleep from exhaustion. The adult male was curled tightly around himself in a bed of grasses. The long blades were below him, as a makeshift bed, and curtained around him, not quite long enough to droop down over his head. The stream nearby masked the sound of his breathing and body as it shifted in sleep. At night, his black coat speckled in yellows did well in blending with the night grasses, but as the night gave way to morning, his own skin began to give him away. Exhausted from hours of stressful watch, the slow rising of the sun did not wake him, and he slept on. His ears gave a nervous twitch, on edge even in the blissful oblivion of sleep. His dreams chased him, echoing of breaking twigs, and the heavy breathing of pursuers. He ran on, losing his steps, stumbling, somehow escaping. Yet when he was free he found himself alone. And the nightmare began again. The blades of grass surrounding him wavered with a little more than the breath of the wind. Akin to Fairfax, the skeletal wolfs thoughts were burning hotly in short leaps. He never slept except during the day, and it was when all was dark around him that his mind caused him the most pain, and for the past night, the adolescents plethora of thoughts had cause him much grief and misery. To say that the wolfs nights were constantly filled with misery was not an understatement. For it was night, when everything was quiet, the best place for him to ponder over things even when he didn't want too, and even the young creatures pacing didn't help. He had been wandering around aimlessly, looking for relief from his pain. Not even thoughts of Sashta, the wolf which he had found much compassion for could end the wound throughout his body. Or even imagining what horrible things he would do to Diego when the sun rose. But, something caught his attention, taking him away from analyzing the plethora of images and ideas filling him and swelling his head. Reicher smelled another wolf while he was gavilanting around. A scent that he recognized. Reichers ears perked up and he stalked towards the sleeping wolf, not caring for stealth. The red hot burning still searing in the back of his head, the 'demon' didn't even recognize that the sun was approaching from behind him. The wolf did however feel the amount of heat pouring over onto him, and he could already feel the soothing sensation on his head that followed. But what was this? What was this thing that he approached? Why was he approaching? Reichers brows furrowed as he glared at the spot where he knew another wolf lay. He had met this being before, the wolf even recalled how he had behaved. Weak, frightened, easily to manipulate. Not that manipulation was something that he needed to work at, afterall, he didn't need to try. Perhaps he could find some amusement, for the skeletal wolf was finding it even easier to get his way lately. He sat only a yard away from Fairfax, a grin on his facade as he softly spoke in an irresistable voice. "Alone?" He questioned, adding a quiet snicker to this as he glowered down at the timid creature.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 9:13 pm
Fairfax Reicher Fairfax Reicher Fairfax It took a moment of horrified staring for Fairfax to realize death would not come so soon nor so easily. The wolf in front of him was indeed death, his face a hollow mask of bone, another small skull drooping from his neck. His response to the Creature's question, Fair small a small, slow nod. He had raised himself to a half crouch, hindquarters still pressed to the ground as he half sat up. He was a head lower than Reicher and still staring up at him with crystalized fear reflected in his eyes. When, after a moment, Reicher did not leap upon his throat, Fair managed a dry whisper, "Are you a god?" The wolf that wore the face of death recalled why he liked this timid little rat so much. Atleast he finally was getting the respect that he deserved, no one else seemed to. His tail coiled around his body as the sun shone from behind him, darkening his features till all that was evident was the slight shine of his pupiless eyes which stared down at Fairfax. "What will you do now?" He spoke in a malovent tone, for the question need not be answered. It was obvious already. The contrast between his eyes and the glow of the sun behind him made him look even more vicious and cruel then he already did. He was tempted to laugh. And he did, a low, haunted banshee's laughter deep in his throat as a hyena would. "Why not now? Is there... something which you want to wait for?" He paused, stopping his laughter as he sneered down. The wolf wasn't surprised, afterall, he was not truely a god. Reicher supposed being immortal and invulnerable to all of these pitiful things entitled him the right to take life as one would, though. He was great enough to be a god, why shouldn't he? White teeth shone through the black gums as the light glinted off of his toothy smile, quite pleased with the situation. Would this wolf make a good accomplice to the one already in his posession? "I would be willing to... perhaps... bargain."
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 9:00 pm
pinkdog Reicher pinkdog Reicher Now you're getting it, the wolf thought to himself. So, he would have another life to add to his collection! But not just yet. Cold pure white eyes bore down into Fairfax's, encased by the purest black of his fur. The younger, although ascended being stood now and stepped forward to the hopeless beast that lay prone infront of him, the necklace swaying around his neck. Reicher then craned his neck downwards to the raised head of the wolf, placing his maw right next to his ear. His words were the same, soft, irresitable tone they had been before, except now they were romanticised. "Oh, you Silly Duckling.. I'll take your servitude, but I want more. I want your body, your mind, and your undying gratitude to be alive." To this he added a quiet hyena-esque giggle and stepped backwards, locking eyes with his new servant. "You will appreciate me, and you will be thankful for everything I do for you, and you will worship me for what I am." "Master." He replied somberly as he stepped back. Reicher was simply relishing the responses he got out of this being, he loved to know that he made him quiver. The wolf didn't quite understand the sick pleasure he got from it, he considered it a natural reaction to finally getting his place in the world. He knew it, but only now was he finally being recognized! "There are some others I would like you to meet. They are not immortals as I am, but one is a friend and another is one like you, whose life I have spared..." Reicher paused, running his tongue along his teeth in mid thought. "But he is not grateful." Ahh, just how would Sashta and Diego react? Diego might learn some manners, that little beast. Sashta would be pleased that he had found another, one who could keep them company and one he wouldn't have to hurt so much. Damn Diego. In that moment, he realized that he didn't know this wolfs name. "Tell me your name." he uttered as he turned himself to look at the sun which had almost fully rose.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2005 1:10 pm
Fairfax Reicher Fairfax Reicher The wolf paused to think on that. Fairfax? What an... odd name. He was amused that the wolf he had so heinously tricked out of his soul had the word Fair in his own name. Maybe his mother, or whoever named him had known of his upcoming ordeal! Hah! But.. then... would that make him psyhic too? Did Fairfax really know everything that was going on? What? What was going on? Nothing. He wasn't tricking his new slave. He was a god, afterall. Immortal! Reichers mind flipped back to the present, realizing that he was still there in the world. Unfortunate. The skull wolf knew that he would never be disloyal to him.. Perhaps this little ploy would work on others as well! A grin curled up on his face as this idea ran through his mind. Perhaps... perhaps there would be others.. Giving Fairfax now his full attention, his eyes glazed over as he realized just how nervous he was, and dissatisfied he seemed with the dubbing master. It couldn't hurt to tell him the full name of his master, now, could it? It's not as if he would bring shame to it. "Nice name, i'm glad it's now mine. And your Masters name is also Reicher." The adolescent professed.
The sun had risen fully in the sky, arousing new bouts of twittering from the forest beyond. What would they do now, he wondered. Reicher had mentioned others. Would they meet them? The prospect of meeting more wolves, of joining his new skewed pack, sent ripples of suppressed eagerness through him.Relaxation was what Reicher had in mind. A long, nice while of relaxation. Maybe he would have a snack, visit with Sashta.. he didn't forget his new found servant, however. "Come now. I don't like the sound of birds." His voice sounded eager to leave as he now stood and turned, motioning for Fairfax to follow him. It wasn't so much as his dislike for the twittering, it was that they were there in the air above him. Reicher could not fly, and that bothered him. Even more so, though, their beautiful voices made him cringe, for his was not nearly as glorious. If only he could one day attain those bird like qualities. Not that it was possible to go above the level of perfection he had attainted already. They were headed for the meeting place of his small congregation, where he stored his precious bones and his prized items. He wondered why he hadn't taken the time to mark this timid beast the way he had his other slave. Perhaps he would save such an action for later.
A lifetime of skulking, crawling, and wedging himself into small, safe places had had a dramatic affect on the Fair's body structure. His body was elongated in a sort of slinking crouch, as though ever ready to dart or cower as needed. His tail curled almost permanently under his broken body, between his hind legs. Malnurishment had stripped most of beefy laters of fat from him, his coat barely hiding the bones along his spine, shoulders, and ribcage. Overall, his appearance, and his timid nature, gave the misconception that Fair was really much younger than he was. A passerby would not have argued Reicher's seniority over the yellow speckled wolf.
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