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 Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 5:37 pm
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Colored by ?
Dovev
Gender: Male
Species: Lion
Parents: Mother: Anayeju
Siblings:
Children:
Pride: Aegnor'Hini
Rank: Sador (Servant)
Personality:
Dovev, true to his name, is quiet and unassuming, almost sweet. He is a big lion and a dutiful 'little' servant, always obedient and pleasant to his betters. He enjoys serving the demons, and he is proud of where his is in his pride, especially since his rank is now more than a Slave. On the surface, bitterness does not appear to be in his nature. Beneath the surface, however some small frustration burns. It is hard to say whether this is frustration at being unable to do more for his betters, or at his subservient position, but either way it manifests in a light paw and the occasional thing going missing. He keeps his thieving on the down low, taking what he feels is owed or what small thing catches his fancy, and likes to pride himself on being very stealthy despite his bright coat. He is not a demon, though: he would never make any claim to that, nor has he ever been of the aptitude of a hunter. He would have done well as a pleasure-giver, perhaps, but Sador he is and Sador he is glad to be.
History:
Who is your mother, Whisper?
Dovev, to be honest, had never wondered. In all the years he had been raised by another, it hadn't mattered. All that mattered was that, inside, he bore no darkness inside, and only bright fur outside. Thus, from his earliest moments, he had known what he was: a slave, good for only servitude... and that suited him just fine.
If it hadn't been for her scent, so much like his own, he wouldn't have believed that the beautiful, crazy-eyed black lioness was his mother. But he was delighted to serve her – as perfectly demonic as she was – and when she kept him close at hand, he responded in kind to the rare positive attention he received. As their relationship, such as it was, became closer, he did everything in his limited power to make her comfortable. Anything she would need, he would try to get: he would have given her the pelt off his back if she wanted it, to add to the pelts of his half siblings she already wore.
But of course, she didn't ask him to go that far. Turmoil made the quiet lion withdraw into routines he knew, and as the debris settled, he found himself with considerably more respect than before – from less than zero to a being with rights. Delighted and grateful for the small improvement to his life, he returned to his servitude...
Logbook:
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