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| I don't now where this one came from, but when he walked into the temple that fateful day my sensibilites and self-control escaped me. Something was missing in my life at that very moment and whether he knows it or not he came into my life at the perfect time to catch me at a disadvantage. Too late now to regain my composure - only time will tell if I've been a complete fool or not by laying my cards on the table with him as I have. One thing I will say, he's full of surprises and more complex than I would have originally given him credit for, so no matter what path he may be leading me down, I'll always say it was worth it. Sairos has agreed to have me as a sponsor during his supplicancy to our church. I hope I have the opportunity to serve this honour well. |
| Tharl came swiftly and unexpectedly into my life. Though he had in the past caught my eye, I'd never gotten to know him until just recently. Bard, Catfolk, Lovite... three of my weaknesses in one package, how could I resist. It was at the opening of the 7 Sentinal Boutique that Tharl and I finally found time to get to know each other. Secretively at first,we have now decided that neither of us cares who might see us together or what they might think. The truth of what is between us is known only to us, others can speculate as they will. We have grown to accept each other as primary companion and mate. A daring risk for me as I've yet to truely find anyone worthy of this, and have only made two prior attempts in all of my 250 years. |
| BONDS AND CONFIDANTES |
| Confidantes and Companions |
| Dearbhail |
| Salimar |
| I consider Dearbhail to be the most sensible and admirable female friends I have ever had. Not to mention that she is as alluring and sensual as one would ever want a female catfolk to be. We met as guildmates shortly after I arrived in Sable, always sharing important secrets and keeping up to date on the latest dish. I've missed her company since she left Sable following the breaking of her Oath with her mate Jasol, but I will always live by the wisdom she taught me. |
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| Salimar was my favourite gossip partner. We share tales overheard in the Tavern, snicker at the expense of others, and compare tales of our escapades. Of course we could too discuss more important and serious matters if need were to arise. Salimar, a seductive and stunning woman (for a Salamae) strikes me as the type who gets what she wants, when she wants it. I do so adore a strong, willfull woman. |
| Sacred Bonds and other intimate associates |
| Bael Lerralith |
| Delryn |
| Belair has been my friend, Priest, spiritual guide and confidante since shortly after I arrived in Sable. I heard him speak at the first Rally and was mezmorized by him. I knew then that I had to know him. Shortly after that we met at a Rally committee meeting and the rest is history. He has been the inspiration behind most of my greatest accomplishments and pleasures. One spiteful little whelp came along and with her twisted words she almost single handedly destroyed everything I had with Belair. Thankfully reparations were made and perhaps we are even closer now than before that incident as I was able to prove without doubt, my loyalty to Belair. Shortly after we became Oathed. In recent years so much has come to pass. Each of us having our own personal objectives has often meant spending more time than we would like apart. With this has come anger, frustration, questions, doubt... The death of Jupicia has left unanswered questions which will likely leave scars on our relationship that will be irreparable. Not to mention the seemingly permanent damage and obvious change in Belair that came in the aftermath of a difficult ritual gone wrong. Though, given all of this I can say with all faith that no matter what comes between us our Oath will stand true. |
| Delryn and I were once best of friends. Many circumstances have contributed to a growning distance between us. Though things are not what they once were I will never abandon Delryn or the memories I share of us. Some bonds we always hold dear, even if the moment can never be recaptured. |
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| BLOODOATH - BELAIR SAVAGE |
| Jasol Halaf |
| PROMISING ASSOCIATES I'm always in search of female companions who can understand me, and think as I do. There is something a female companion can offer that no man could hope to. Not as easy a task as one might think, since competativeness, jealousy, and other such pettiness often destroys what could become a beautiful friendship. Here are a few of those who's company I've been quite enjoying of late. Enosekel, Sinar, Vanora, Sephrido, Talithia, Leira |
| My history with Jasol traces back to days long gone by, when Dearbhail still graced Sable and the two were bonded in Blood Oath. Though it was through her that I truely came to know Jasol, it was follwing their separation that he came to know me. What draws him and I together is understood. Some things need never be spoken. |
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I've known Bael pretty much as long as I've called Sable home. It's impossible to imagine my life here without him. We grew intensely close in the beginning, which proved to be our curse and downfall somehow. Having travelled all my life alone, I was not prepared for the intimacies and attatchment that I would face once I called Sable my home. Perhaps I was afraid to lose myself in his Bardic charms and Catfolk allure. After all that has befallen our friendship he still , like no other, soothes my soul. There will always be Bael. +Drawing by Aelyn + |
Ressick and I were introduced by Dearbhail and hit it off right away. He always had this uncanny ability to be right there when I needed him. Fate gives and takes from us without warning, and though I have not cried the losses dealt me, I can admit that I've missed his company since he has left Sable for greater adventures. A token of him that I had worn, a vial of his lifeblood, kept him alive with me for many years. But this most sacred of my belongings I have sacrificed to Bast in hopes of strengthening Her in a time of incredible duress and strife - The Demon Plague. His memory will be with me always. |
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