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| My pet |
This is Gladiator. He is my pet dragon. As you can see he likes for you to scratch under his chin. You can pet him if you like but please don't feed him. He gets excited and has a tendency to take a few fingers along with the food sometimes. ~smiles~ He has the run of the castle and will probably follow us around. He likes it when people drop in as much as I do. | ||||||||||||||||
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Meet MoonStalker. He is my most trusted friend and companion. As a child he saved me and has been my protector ever since. Where I go he goes. If he doesn't growl at you then you know you are welcome. But if he growls....... I'll tell you the story of how he came to be with me. Just sit back and listen. | MoonStalker | ||||||||||||||||
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| My story |
I was of the tender age of 16 when I left my village to scout out the ancient forrests of Shandalar. Sixteen, such a young age to be captured by savages, drug helplessly to their village, tormented and tortured. The savages I came to understand were known as the Dehogena, translated loosely that means worshippers of the "Wolf God". For several days my only sights were the center of the village where I was bound to a rough hewn pole fastened securely to the ground. My struggles and pleas fell on deaf ears. The smell of cooking fires tormented me, I dozed fitfully. As any member of the band passed me a new form of torment was visited on me each time. Six days of this continual misuse saw my spirit beaten. As the sun shimmered along the horizen on the seventh morning, I was dressed in a rather snug fitting white dress, the bodice lined with the white feathers of a snowy owl and the contrasting black feathers of the raven. Smug faces stared after me as I heard a name being spoken. I stuggled to free myself. I was to become a sacrifice to their deity, the "Wolf God". Placed in a circle of open stones in a clearing I found myself to weak to be able to leave, physically drained, psychologically wounded. My attempts at fleeing were futile, as I touched one of the stones a glow blinded me momentarily, running a wave of excruciating pain through my body. Here I was left as five savages remained. The men formed a half moon circle outside of the stones not far from me and we sat this way for what seemed like hours. Before the rising of luna, the sky began to boil fitfully, as ominous clouds appeared. Some tendrils appeared like questing fingers reaching from the sky, as I lay beaten by my own fear. The Dehogena men moved farther away, awaiting the fangs of the "Wolf God's" teeth to snap me from this earthly plain. Silently, from the surrounding forrest they came. Seven wolves, three grey, three black, and one massive white wolf, with sapphire eyes, leading the others on. Scenting the air, he appeared not to notice me, as he led the pack along the perimeters of the stone and headed for the heart of the men. Stunned I watched as the men rose suddenly to their feet, nocked their bows, and drew aim against the pack. Snarling, snapping, and short lived screams filled the quiet of the night, my eyes and ears closed to the scenes of death until all is quiet again. Barely able to open my eyes, I saw only the white wolf remained, his head held high as he keened a mourning loss to his own kind. A sorrowful plea rose in the night. My heart leaped to my throat as tears welled in my eyes feeling his anguish and his pain. This done he paused before me, I fought a brief overwhelming dizziness, as a tranquility passed finally over me. Proudly I stood, feeling completely rested, my eyes fixed on his, I walked through the stones unharmed. Collapsing just beyond what I had presumed to be my grave. A comforting warmth laid against me, shielding me from the cold of the night, and when I awakened I was in a plush bed of feathers, unclothed, and snuggled under a warm blanket. The kindly face of an older man looked upon me as the door opened. To my side stood the one I owed my life to, the White Wolf. He walked to the elderly man and sat at his side, his eyes never leaving mine. My brain reeled as I heard a voice speak "I am MoonStalker". I watched as the sapphire eyes of the beast sparkled brightly, a playful look on his mouth, almost a smile. Shaking my head, I look to the older man who introduced himself as Chentaia. he approached the bed and sat down beside me, patting my hand a moment as he explained. He wove a story that day telling me of the White Wolf, his powers, and singing a song of glory. For he was a wizard of untold prowess, who often spoke to the magnificent wolf. I remained with him for many years, being coaxed into learning his ways, his magic, and his tongue. Finally becoming in my own right a sorceress extrodinaire gifted powers.Eventually at the insistance of Chentaia, I wondered away, venturing out on my own to learn of new lands. Leaving behind the only family I could remember, and my faithful friend, MoonStalker, as I searched for my heritage, displaced from me many moons ago. After several years away, MoonStalker returned to me and told me of Chentaia's death. He has remained with me ever since in the home I now share with my new family. | ||||||||||||||||
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