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AbhorsenThe Wielder

Nymeria

DyrimThe Speaker

None

BelgaerThe Thinker

Kalseru

SaranethThe Binder

Vortigern

AstaraelThe Weeper

None

ClayrThe Seer

Moonfeather

KibethThe Walker

None

ScionIn Waiting

None

MosraelThe Waker

Yuki

CharterThe Power

None

RannaThe Sleeper

None

AmbassadorsDiplomats

Viserion, Myrcella

ShinersHealers

Eldrax

FalconersHunters

Rhaegal, Tychon, Alagai, Paxton, Visenya

BerserkersWarriors

Drogon, Icarus

OutridersScouts

Greywind, Rhaenys, Arthfael

MagesThieves & Spys

Bastille, Samus

RemembrancersCaretakers & Historians

Dandelion, Semele

EldersHonored Retirees

Daenerys, Sleekwing, Tyrion

KinfolkThe Pack

M�l�e, Ashitaka
Emer, Bran, Jabari, Vaella, Cadeyrn, Berwyn, Nerys, Jubilee, Ashur, Reine, Icarus, Kricket, Navarre, Leilani, Jakuta

BairnsPuppies

None

AmateursIn Training

Vhagar

NehimaAllies

Diveen

YraelGuests

None

OrannisEnemies

None

The TombsOur Fallen Family

MoonGlow, Alcide, Sorcha, Fjallraven,
Pan, Grayson, Ravenna, Niviaq

News 08.08.2021 Change was long overdue in Spirane. Now that I have learned who is still an active presence within the pack, the ranks have been updated. As I once took time away from the pack, so too now shall Kalseru. Know that she is still second in command of the pack, as is reflected in her rank. Once you are familiar with the new ranking system, if you would like to change positions or move up in the ranks you need only ask. Let this be a time of new life in Spirane, and a promise of great things to come!

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
- - Nymeria

❥ Pregnant | ^ Pending Promotion | ✘ Stolen | Away

I feel heavy, like someone poured a million rocks in my soul and left them there. My muscles are tense and painful, unable to get the image of my mother out of my head as I spoke with my family. I just wanted to get home, I just wanted my Jian to ease this hurt from my heart and this weight from my soul. I do not know why I cannot be happy around my family anymore, it isn't their fault. I do perhaps carry some dislike for my father now, as he could have saved mother, but...it is not truly his fault either. Perhaps, this rift in the Angel's forces is what was never meant to be, but I would die for my family if I had to. There is no gap great enough that I would not rush to my Father's aid for, there is no canyon I would not fly over if I had to in order to save a sibling. But, I did not want to be around the scarlet Marked family and their pure white father. I could not, it hurt me far too much to be around them. I am lost in thought as I walk, feeling it before I see him. My soul lightens its load, shirking the heavy stone burden as I cross the pack line and my eyes dance up the ground to see his happily awaiting form. His tail waves like mine and my paws move faster, lighter across the ground as I rush into his embrace. "Jian.." His name is a soft prayer, my saving grace in times like this. "The trip was a bit hard, love. I do not wish to go back to the land of Angels..." I shiver a bit, body moving into his caress as his fangs rake down my spine.

I live for his touch, it eases my tension, the knots in my back instantly melting away as he moves against me. We move, our steps subconsciously in sync as we walk. I tell him of my trip, what I felt, how seeing my family without my mother was almost too much to bear. I do not think I wish to go back, I love them, but seeing them right now, even two years after the event, is just too difficult for me. I was close with my mother, and my father, but her loss has created something dark in my consciousness. I am unsure what it is, but there is a gap to be filled, something missing from my life. I am unaware of where our steps take us, only slightly aware that the path under my paws is somehow different, and that there is a slight incline. I unload, every feeling, every step I took and how heavy they made me feel.

Zildjian is my rock, my saving grace from the darkness that would have otherwise consumed me. I lean against his strong frame as we move, taking refuge in the strength he offers me. I become vaguely aware of our path then, watching as the horizon comes into view. The sun dipping slowly toward the skyline casting a pink and gold hue over our world. I gasp, my gaze meeting his as I move up the rest of the path, excitedly waving my tail. My paws dance across the rocky face of the ledge, light and happy as I look back over my shoulder. "So beautiful, love..." I sit, eyes back on the horizon as My nerves relax. I wonder what our future holds, I wonder what his plans are. My mind wanders through the possible avenues of tomorrow. I smile, imagining painted silver and scarlet pups, each with a black mark on them, each with a scarlet Mark. I grin, my tail waving slowly behind me.

I look back at him, my eyes soft and full of a mirroring emotion, the same that can be found in his eyes. I smile back at him, happy, relaxed and content as he gazes back at me.

You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser
You can be the pencil and I can be the paper
You can be as cold as the winter weather
But I don't care as long as we're together
☣Amaterasu☣

woman//five years//tethered to zildjian//anchor for zildjian//canis minor-spirane

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**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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