Legends of Belariath
Silver Shadow
The large dark silver furred wolven looks down upon you quietly from his towering eight and s half foot height. Those shimmering, ice touched eyes dance with a wild crimson heat as hackles begin to rise, wheither in anger or lust, makes little difference, emotions heated drive those flames higher. His temper flares as wildly and unpredicatbly as the flames that dance within the hearths fire. This warrior born wolf was slowly, repeatedly pressed, pushed towards this way of life, Magicks, hated most of his life till he found he needed them to save one, unsure if he could even make the change from warrior to this, yet here he was, dancing with the flames that at one time burned him so readily. This silvered wolf has been known to hold a very mean streak from time to time, held within that large, well muscled frame, each movement causing corded muscle to flex, ripple beneath that silvered pelt easily, heat slowly radiates from his massive form as he nears, the fiery wolf rising the tempature of the air around him with his very presence it seems. As he becomes angered, those dancing, swirling flames engulf his fiery orbs, leaving little doubt of what he feels at that moment as his night touched ears fold back, lips curl into a silent snarl, revealing those gleaming, sharp fangs to the knowing enough to anger him so readily. The wolf wears very little in the way of clothing any more, only in the deepest of winter's icy grip will he be seen wearing more than his leather loin cloth now, and then only a thick robe to keep the winter's wind from chilling his large frame....
Magic items: Great sword: +2 atk Silver ring:sex thought mini dildo: sweet bliss, vibrate silver, onyx studded tongue piercing: vibrate
Jewelry:: silver ring, wolves head with ruby eyes... silver studded tongue piercing with obsidian stud...
mithril vambracers with a mithril emblem attached to them, a wolf's head with the shadow of a woman's figure behind done in a deep onyx...
co-ower property E out of town, treehouse, two horse wooden barn
*Languages known: -Wolven -Dark Elven -Common -Drak Sen
*Equipment/weapons: Great sword +2 (2 slot), Arch Magi robes(1 slot),mithril vambracers (1 slot)
*Various items: 1 back pack: Glass dildo, leather restraints, set of leather cuffs(both legs and arms),Spreader bar,Clitoris clamp,Mini dildo; (enchanted:vibrate, sweet bliss),double headed dildo,Blindfold,Reminder leash,3 gags (bit, ball and ring types),Small bull whip,cat`o`nine tails,Leather basket,Friendly persuasion Bra,Lantern,4 flasks of oil,2 fur blankets,tarp (8feetx10feet),carved pipe and pouch of Elven smoking weed,2 training collars w/ leashes,2 pronged dildo, set of nipple clamps, 4 squeeze eggs,2 anal bead strings,holed wooden paddle, slim leather cuff w/ large hoops, leatrher harness(leg straps, restricting movement) 4 silver/ white fur lined collars, one upon the throat of the drak sen Firelight..
*Items at White Mist's stables: leather arm restraint, leather swing, set of eye bolts, 2 sets of leather cuffs, triclamps, leather flogger, leather crop and hammock
one special collar:: this collar is special in meaning an design, a shimmering mithral band, a soft white fur covering the inside width, keeping the chilled metal from delicate skin, upon the outter rim, two large sparkling onyx gems reside within the sockets of a silvered wolf's head, glaring at onlookers with a possesive gleam, upon the forehead itself two black gleaming S's come to writhe in gracefull curves identifing the owner of the priceless item... this collar adorns the neck of his darkling... the one he is mated to after so long ... bringing a great joy to the silvered wolf once more....
Background:: Born in the northern lands, Silver grew up in a very different place from where he now resides. Having traveled great distances to come here, he has much and has many a tale to tell about his travels to Nathalion. He comes here seeking a way out from the oppression of his home lands and pack. He talks very little of himself or his past, almost as if trying to hide something from those who wish to know of it. For in truth, he is ashamed of his past history in the northernlands. Only a select few know of his history and have sworn they would never speak a word of it to another, because they know of him and his anger if betrayed. His time in the lands of Nathalion has had its ups and downs. The wolf warrior fighting to find his place in the world. During his year within this land, the wolf has found himself within many struggles with life, all bringing a deep set anger boiling to the top of his consiousness, drawing forth what he was to become, a berserker, letting the true nature of his form to take hold of him, with some help from those around him who wished to bring the inner fire from the depths of his soul... In his time he has also discovered a love for a duessa, even tho most would call it folly, foolish to place his love with a whisper. Yet he struggled against those, even so far as to travel back to his own pack to fight for that very right to see of whom he wished, leaving the silvered wolf clanless in the end, but with the one he loved. But it seems time moves on, things change, people see things differently, and he and the whisper have parted ways... Once more, as when he had first arrived within these lands he has been found most likely at his old cavern home, Haven it has been called by some, and that it has been to him and those that now live with the silvered wolf, whiether his own, or as close friends in need, and here he remains for the time with his darkling, the whisper Neci; the drakling, the ruby drak sen Fire Light....