This character is based on my borzoi theriotype, but also on a real dog that existed, Charodey of Gatchina. I believe there's a possibility that one of my past lives could be related to him in some way, but all of this is memories from my dreams mixed with the little facts that I could find about him. My sona Charodei still remains a different character, don't take any of this page as real facts.

Charodei is a murugiy and white borzoi (murugiy is a traditional term for red fur), I usually refer to the picture of the real Charodey (on the right) when drawing the markings, but it's not mandatory.

It's hard explaining to people that I once was a dog. My dreams are strange and often unexplainable, but amidst the noise there's a type of dream that feels special. In these dreams, I'm a borzoi sleeping in a golden cage. The fire crackles in a fireplace, and I'm next to my brothers and sisters. The room is warm and my eyes are tired. The stillness of this scene lasts what could be seconds or hours, maybe even an eternity.

I'm still half asleep, until I notice the warm blankets have turned into cold snow beneath my feet. The hunter is on a horse and my svora is ready to hear the sound of the horn. We don't see it, but we can feel its presence: the wolf is hiding behind the bushes a few sazhens ahead. I'm not ready, they are. They stand still, the wolf has noticed us. And the horn blows, a deafening sound invades our ears. We only know one thing at this moment: to run.

All of the svora is now running behind the wolf, but something is terribly wrong. My legs are paralyzed. I bark desperately, but make no sound. Where is the hunter? Where is the svora? I'm all on my own, me and the wolf, who has turned around and now walks towards me, brutally taking its time. In its eyes I can see a dog crying in fear, and in the dog's tears, a reflection of a sleeping child, dreaming that he's a dog.