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23 May 2012 @ 09:15 am
In Character musings inspired by the charloft community.
Character: Gregory Eisley
Fandom/Universe/Whatever: World of Darkness Changeling
(Gregory in all his different guises has been one of my pet characters for years, quite possibly over a decade.  He has always been Changeling, always Eiluned Sidhe, but everything else has changed many times over.  This is from the PoV of his most recent incarnation which is, perhaps amusingly, the only one that would even briefly entertain the notion of pets as opposed to 'useful beasts' in current time.)

(Abarian, properly titled "A Small Dragon" and drawn by Himmenaan on Deviant Art.)

(Ingehid, from Bill Smith's website.) 

(Caspian [and a lesser dog], from this tumblr.)

It started with Ingehid, I suppose, unless one were to track my personal history further than I generally care to.  She was somewhat more, once, and she gave it up to become as she is for me.  Not because I asked her to or wanted her to, no; I have high expectations and demands for those with whom I keep company, it's true, but I'd not have asked that.  Had Ingehid - it means 'intelligence' in some form of mortal English, if I recall correctly - not taken up arms in my defense it's quite possible (perhaps even probable) that I'd not be here now to ramble through what she means to me.  She lost so much to do so, and though I know there is reason - I am what and who I am, after all, and will continue to do great things - I wonder at her continued estimation of my worth.

And then there was Abarian.  I wasn't looking for him, didn't understand initially that perhaps he was looking for me (let alone for how long - I still haven't sussed that) when he chose me at the Grove.

Let me say that again: he chose me.

I was there to introduce a group of Childlings to new friends in the form of the homeless Chimera who'd gathered and had hardly considered that there might be someone waiting for me.  He looked so sad when I thought to leave him for some Childling to find, and now it feels strange to not have him riding atop my head or in my pocket, ready to play messenger or scout or any number of things.

Caspian was harder and easier both.  I am not particularly fond of hounds, particularly not ones as large as I am; I don't mind saying here, where no one will see, that I'm actually quite terrified of them as a breed, despite the occasionally safe(r)-seeming exception to the rule.  But my then-lover is often most at home in the kennels (he is, in fact, a kennel master and breeder of no small renown) and when I needed to visit him there for whatever reason, Caspian - as a pup, even - would keep the other hounds, big and small, away from me while I saw to the business at hand.  Like Abarian and Ingehid, he'd claimed me significantly before I realized he'd done so.

I don't know what I'd do without any of them, now.