Profile for LordVlkodlak
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LordVlkodlak
Destroyer
This ... is my boomstick!
Set at 01:52 on November 05 2010
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Quote: That's it, go ahead and run. Run home and cry to mama!
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Greetings traveler, and welcome to my little claim on VR.
First ... take special note of the name Lady Chordewa. She is a Sire in VR, and she is mine in love and life; in VR and out. Anybody who mistreats her in any matter will answer to me.
When two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze. And when two people understand each other in their inmost hearts, their words are sweet and strong, like the fragrance of orchids |  |
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The Story of Lord Vlkodlak
As you step into a secluded grove your hand quickly rises out of instinct to shield your eyes from the brilliant sun break casting its beam across a silvery pond and warming the thick grass. A gentle breeze rustles through the leaves carrying the sounds of songbirds.
Welcome, welcome! Please ... come ... take a seat in the sun; rest your feet and quench your thirst with a drink.
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I am pleased to see you, it is not often that visitors find their way this deep into the forest. I should say though, that you need practice in moving through the woods; your footsteps have carried on the air for some time.
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Who am I? Oh! Where have my manners have gone. My name is Vlkodlak (pronounced Vluh·kod·lak).
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This is my home; that is to say that this is my current home. I have been a lot of places over many, many years; and there are a lot of places in this world that I have called home.
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It's a bit of tale; but if you have the time I will be more than happy to regale you with it.
As best as I have figured, I was born late into the 15th century; in a little lost village once called Pohansko in what you would know as the old Slavic region. My parents were poor farmers who lived in the countryside. The exact date of my birth has been forgotten many centuries ago; however I do seem to recall that it fell between the festivals of Beltane and Litha.
The elders of our village knew from the first day of my existence that I was special; that my destiny lied upon an old path. It was because of this that at a very young age I was taken deep into the secluded woods, raised hidden away from the missionaries who were converting the people of the lands.
Sorcery had somehow been twisted with a perception of evil and forced me to trust in the safety of the forest. My early youth was spent learning the ways of magick. Those were fascinating days; learning about the different spirits and energies, strolling through the woods and conversing with birds and the deer, examining every plant and discovering each of their medicinal uses.
My thirst for knowledge never slowed, and by the time I reached adolescence it seemed that there was nothing left for me to learn in that little village; or at least that is what I thought. It turned out that the village held one last lesson for me to learn. |
| After participating in a Lughnassadh feast on a particularly hot night, I had slipped down to a lake deep in the woods to cool off with a relaxing swim. I will never forget that night, even though it was more than five hundred years ago. The moon hung full and brighter than ever over that lake. The air moved lightly, making the water dance and shimmer under the glowing orb. As I stretched out along the shore allowing the cooling night air to dry my water clad body; I heard a rustle of leaves and the snapping of a twig off in the distance. |  |
| Stalking into the woods, I began tracking these sounds as they moved. The pattern of noises lead me to believe there were several animals moving as a pack, most likely on an evening hunt. After some distance we came upon a clearing. As I stood in the protection of some woodland shadows, the creatures were forced to venture out of the thicket; exposing themselves to the moonlit patch. Having grown up in the forest, I thought I was familiar with every animal that inhabited it; yet these were creatures I had never seen before. |
 | As they entered the clearing I was sure it was just a pack of wolves. But then they did something I did not expect. They stood upright, like a man; except they were taller than the average man and were covered in long, flowing hair. Intrigued by their appearance, I continued to follow them until dawn. And there, standing as a group at the top of a hill just beyond the cover of the forest; these creatures transformed from wolf-like creatures into men and women. I had heard stories of these ... were-wolves ... but I had always thought them to be the folkloric ramblings of the village drunks.
It was shortly after this encounter that I learned of my ability to transform myself into other animals; most commonly the wolf. I worked diligently at learning how to transform myself at will into a creature resembling the werewolf; and on the night of the next full moon, I journeyed into the forest in this transformed state to track down the pack. |
After convincing them that I was not a threat, and meant no harm to them; I spent until Yule learning about the life of a werewolf and how each of them had been turned. With a new found interest sparked inside of me, I decided the time had come to leave this small village and travel the region in search of other clans.
By the late 1500’s I found myself wandering the French countryside in the midst of the largest werewolf hunt ever known. Impressing myself upon some ranking officers, I became joined with the National Gendarmerie as an interrogator during their investigations. As a trusted official I was able to betray the French military and save many werewolves from a horrific death. The torturous methods of interrogations used by many of my so called colleagues were just gut-retching. By the beginning of the 1600's, more than 30,000 suspected werewolves had been tried and executed by the French Courts.
From France, I journeyed North into England to learn why both the wolf and “warwoolfes” populations had recently become non-existent. Local folklorists spun tales that witches were responsible for placing the curse of the werewolf onto innocent farmers for their own mischievous pleasures. Vigilante farmers in the region took to killing any wolf that they lied eyes upon in fear of it being cursed. During the English witch hunts, suspected witches and werewolves were prosecuted and executed similar to the French fifty years earlier. |
 | It was during my visit to England that I was invited to the Sorcerer’s Council, and was bestowed upon me the “Order of Merlin”. A most prestigious award for those wizards who can move undetected through the Christian lands; while still doing great things for the mystical world. It seems that a number of those lives saved in France were members of this council and could not think of a more noble way of expressing their gratitude. |
These days I find myself lurking here, in the mountains of the Western US. My connections to the Earth spirits are deeply rooted, and I spend the majority of my time in the lush green forests; basking in the warm rays of the sun. The trees and undergrowth here, although relaxing, hardly compare to the Slavic woods that I grew up in; but those forests are nothing more than a distant memory these days.
Well friend, that's my story. Thank you for listening; I do not get a lot of visitors around here. You are welcome to stay as long as you like, however I've grown tired and must lie down and rest for a while. Please feel free to visit again ... if you can find your way back. |
I have seen a lot of folks around here complain that my profile is all fake, non-sense, fictional bull shit. And worse, I get rated poorly for it. So, you want to know something about the real Vlkodlak ... you want to know about the man behind the name.
Well, there are many difference aspects that I could cover; but the question is ... just how much do I want to tell a bunch of strangers? I suppose I could start with the same old boring stuff that everybody else puts up.
I am a male, Caucasian, 6'2", currently about 260lbs. I have long dark blonde (ok, brown) hair and normally sport a stash and goatee. My eyes are normally a dusty grey-blue but they do change based on my mood to different richnesses of blues and even green.
I was born May 31, a little over three decades ago. This makes me a Gemini on the cusp of Taurus.
 | I have been blessed to have had a most remarkable woman come into my life. She has taught me so many valuable lessons. I have learned the feeling of understanding from a woman who does not consider my hobbies "boring and stupid"; but instead takes an interest and encourages me in my pursuits. I have learned the feeling of respect from a woman who can talk with me as opposed to a person who only talks to or at me. I have learned the feeling of love from a woman who wants and desires me on a constant basis; a woman who chooses to sit by my side, hold my hand, play with my hair, and caress my body - for no reason other than she loves the way I feel and respond to her presence. I have learned the feeling of admiration from a woman who appreciates having a man who can take care of his fair share of domestic responsibilities; and does not take advantage of those skills by treating me like a servant or a butler. For so many years I lived in what I would today term a "private dwelling"; and there are no words I can find to describe the feeling of for once, finally living in a "home". A place that I finally look forward to returning to after a day's work; and a place that I would give anything for to never leave every morning.
Love, Honor, Respect, Maturity, Happiness, Bliss ... all words that carry newfound meanings now that I have my wise Owl to join me on the next path of life. |
I have always been interested in photography. Starting off in my childhood as the textbook definition of an amateur; I have worked over the course of many years to become a professional photographer. Although my professional portfolio contains many subject and topics; I find that my strongest draws are still to nature and its elements.
Well ... I think that's enough about me for now. If you actually stuck around and read all of this; good for you.
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Nice pro, Mr. Ikodlak! Well Done.
Sincerely, ~hottubmolly
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