Nymeria |
None
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Kalseru |
Vortigern |
None |
Moonfeather
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None |
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Yuki |
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Viserion, Myrcella
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Eldrax
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Rhaegal, Tychon, Alagai, Paxton, Visenya
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Drogon, Icarus
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Greywind, Rhaenys, Arthfael
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Bastille, Samus
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Dandelion, Semele
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Daenerys, Sleekwing, Tyrion
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Mêlée, AshitakaEmer, Bran, Jabari, Vaella, Cadeyrn, Berwyn, Nerys, Jubilee, Ashur, Reine, Icarus, Kricket, Navarre, Leilani, Jakuta
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Vhagar
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Diveen
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None
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None
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MoonGlow, Alcide, Sorcha, Fjallraven,
Pan, Grayson, Ravenna, Niviaq |
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
- - Nymeria
❥ Pregnant | ^ Pending Promotion | ✘ Stolen | Away
IP: 74.124.68.150
Posted on February 16, 2013 at 10:02:26 AM by Moonglow
 
A shadow passes across the two young wolves far below, pearly blue eyes looking down on them with keen avian intelligence. Orba, Moonglow's Sacred Totem Spirit and constant companion, sailed lazily on the high thermals beneath a midday sun when she happened to notice the two entering the lands. One, the white raven recognized as the snowy cherub that Moonglow's youngest son had grown so close to. Orba was instantly interested, being quite enthralled with anything that had to do with Moonglow's Young; particularly their love interests. But Calista was no traveling alone, and her companion was not a wolf that the divine rook was familiar with. Diving low on sugar-spun wings, the bird glides down to have a closer look, letting out a chortling crow as she cartwheeled over the heads of Calista and her counterpart, dancing and weaving like a delicate acrobat through the air around them as she eyed the male. Finding he bears no resemblance to anyone of the Pack, the Spirit Guide veered around, her trajectory changing course to redirect her back to Moonglow who was wandering along a ridge on the other side of Spirane's highest peak. ......... ~*~............. I had been gathering herbs and minerals to stow away in a dry cache near my den when Orba appeared. It had been my intention to choose a wolf amongst my Followers to apprentice as a Healer, and thought it wise to begin taking samples and cataloging many of the species native to Spirane to begin their lessons when the time came. But my task is cut short when my beloved Totem arrives, cawing and caterwalling excitedly. Velveteen cusps tilt towards her, celestial eyes that seem otherworldly and wise in their wistful, day-dreamer depths seem to be laughing at the rook's vivacious antics. Lips pull into a soft smile, and I set aside my bundle to retrieve later. Obviously, Orba had something of more importance for me to attend to. Shaking out my sterling-blue petticoats, willowy limbs carry me at a graceful lope across the terrain. The entirety of my life has been spent traversing the rough and cragged topography of Moladian's mountain tops. They may not be the same mountains, but they were built from the very same stones, and my paws navigated the scenery with the elegance and proficiency of an intimate lover. I knew this Land as well as my own children. I felt the very Pulse of the Soil vibrating right through my toes. I knew which valleys boasted the most forestry, where the Game was most ample and the scent of Snow on the breeze that would indicate Winter's return. The Land was as much a part of Me as I was of It, and I paid it the same respect I would an old and dear friend. My Journey takes little time at all, as Orba guides the way and I move along the ridge and down a small valley before climbing up the other side. As I near the summit, I hear the muffled voices of wolves at play. Tiara tilts high and a serene profile that is at once, Regal with strength and delicate with tranquility. Always an air of mysticism surrounds my form, wrapping it in a shroud of mystery. Amethyst spheres shine brighter as Calista's sweet figure is outlined against the blue sky, and with her is another more earthen colored wolf- One not of our Family. But Spirane was a Sanctuary to any who would seek as such, and I cannot help the grin that breaks the calm of my features as I overhear his jubilant question lingering in the crisp mountain air. "I suppose we might have room for one more..." crystalline words slip playfully from my lips as languid stride carries me within speaking range. I slide up to the pair, drawing still only a few feet away and looking the intriguing lad over with an inquisitive eye. "Good afternoon, Calista." I offer up a salutations to my son's secret sweetheart; though any good mother knows the look of love in her child's eye.. and I had known from the moment he'd brought her home that there was a special connection fizzling between them, though he has yet to tell me so directly. I offer her a warm smile and a wink before glancing back to her companion. "I see you've been out making friends," I tip my platinum masked cameo to him, "I am Moonglow, Crown of the Moon here in Spirane. And who might you be, young sir?"  Celena Corona Di Spirane ~ Shamaness ~ Alcide Holds my Heart ~ Orca Sleekwing and Swallowbane Are chipped from my Soul |
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- remember me as a time of day - By calista February 17, 2013 at 04:10:52 AM
The Mysteries within - By Lynk February 17, 2013 at 07:41:45 PM
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| Return to Top **Any position may be challenged for at any time. Please privately contact Nymeria and she will decide the type and style of challenge appropriate to the rank. Abhorsen - The Wielder: Alpha female and Queen of Spirane. Her word is final in all matters. Vows to protect and lead those who call the mountain home. Her Council Belgaer - The Thinker: Second in Command, this wolf is the Abhorsen's most trusted compatriot and confidant. In the Abhorsen's absence, they are able to speak with her authority. Saraneth - The Binder: Chosen mate of the Abhorsen. They can settle pack disputes, accept members, assign tasks, and leads the pack during hunts, in times of war, or in cases where the Abhorsen is not present. Scion - The Successor: The Abhorsen's heir, training to one day fill her paw prints. This wolf must become adept in multiple trades. This wolf is expected to become proficient in healing, fighting, hunting, diplomacy, and thievery. They are expected to lend assistance to any of the other ranks if ever needed. The Bells Dyrim - The Speaker: Lead diplomat and is often times sent out to maintain good relations with allied packs. Charged with educating the Ambassadors in diplomatic ways. Astarael - The Weeper: The commander and lead warrior of the pack. Charged with teaching the Berserkers the art of battle. Clayr - The Seer: Charged with the pack's health, and in teaching the Shiners and those who wish to pursue the art of healing. Kibeth - The Walker: The leader of the Guard. They are the foremost line of defense, charged with securing the borders and bringing pertinent information from within and without the pack to the appropriate wolf. They also lead the Outriders. Ranna - The Sleeper: Assists the queen in guarding from theft as well as advising her of news and gossip from the whole of Moladion. Charged with teaching the Mages about theft, secret keeping, and overall sneakiness. Allowed to make and block steals. Mosrael - The Waker: Caretaker and storyteller of the pack, also the head pupsitter. Often times this wolf will look after the pack's youth and educate them of Spirane and Moladion's history. Leads the Remembrancers in pup watching. Charter - The Power: The master hunter of the pack. Leads and organizes all hunts and teaches the Falconers the art of the hunt. The Classes Berserkers: Warriors and hunters of the pack. Falconers: The pack hunters Mages: Thieves and secret keepers of the pack. Allowed to make and block steals. Ambassadors: Diplomats of the pack. Shiners: Healers of the pack. Outriders: The pack scouts who bring all news of happenings across Moladion back. Remembrancers: Wolves of a kind nature who look after the younger wolves of the pack. These wolves may wish to learn more about healing, but this is not a requirement. Bairns: The young pups of the pack Amateurs: Youth of the pack still finding their place Kinfolk: The general populance of the pack Elders: Respected retirees who still offer wisdom and insight |
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