Nymeria |
None
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Kalseru |
Vortigern |
None |
Moonfeather
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None |
None |
Yuki |
None |
None
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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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None
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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: 74.124.108.33
Posted on April 1, 2013 at 05:52:55 AM by Moonglow
 
I stand, a lone sentinel that silouettes against a crimson horizon, it's golden filigree gleaming a halo of ethereal light about my sterling blue figure. Crown is lifted high into the wind, pointed towards the west, muzzle parted so that I can feel the caress of the breeze between my fangs, and taste it's svelte across my tongue. Harks are pointed and fixed, listening to the whispers of the trees, the rumors of the winter birds as they take wing across the valleys and summits. The rocky foundation of the mountains beneath my paws rumble and thrum, only confirming the Omens foretold by the Shaman's Sight. Something Wicked has invaded New Moladian. It is slowly leaking into the Lands and infiltrating amongst our People. A Plague that has settled disturbingly close to my homelands. Like the Devil's Club that runs rampant in the dense grove of Conifers, these Toxic Wraiths will soon spread like a Virus and it puts my mind ill at ease to think of what threats it will pose to my homelands. As of yet, they have not targeted my Mountain, and a part of me Prays to the Great Spirit they will never be given reason to. But I shall not sit idly by without taking precautionary measures. It is time that I call together my Favored Members of the Pack and see to it they are made aware of these events, and that I take heed in adjusting our Security Protocols in the off chance the Darklings do come a-knocking on our doorstep. And so I stand proud and true, Orba's familiar visage poised upon my shoulder, and as I linger upon the daias of my home I let ring a melodic sonata... summoning together my family. I wait patiently, until all members of my Pack, New and Old have been given time to arrive and settle. I look them over with a tenderness that cannot be compromised and a discreet glimmer of concern. "My Cherished Members of Spirane. I have called you all together today to bring to your attention the Shift of Power that has taken place to the West of us..... lurking in the Lowlands of Iromar's swamp. The Spirits have spoken to me, and their Council forewarns that these new wraiths are born of the utmost Wickedness. They are motivated by Greed and the Hunger for Blood... As such, I feel it is necessary we take measures to prepare for the unpredictable. Thus far, we have not made their list of targets but I shall not rule out the very real possibility. Already they have acted against Diveen, whom you all know to be our Beloved Allies. Glorall too... is brewing with whispers of War against the Angels. Spirane will remain neutral in such a squirmish unless Diveen calls on our aide. Until that time, I wish for extra Security Measure be set into place. Alcide, Camelot, Gailene, Risk, Scarlet and Zildjian.... I would ask that you double the number of daily patrols. Ensure that your thoroughly check every border for any traces that Strangers have been lingering close or trespassing. Keep a Vigilant eye out for thieves or challengers. Scout the freelands for further information on these new wolves. Gather what intel you can, but do not allow yourself to reveal anything of Spirane that could be used against us. Swallowbane, Sleekwing, Calista and Lynk... Take great care in keeping a watchful eye on our pregnant Mothers-to-be. Do not allow anyone to leave our borders alone. Travel In Pairs, so that you are less likely to be attacked or abducted. Rainbow and Laila.... Do not allow Ceal out of your sights for any reason or measure of time. Being that these dark harbingers seem to have a vendetta against Angels she could be a target for her markings alone." My eyes do not sugar coat any of these truths I lay before my people. I stand strong and confident, but I do not allow my body to belittle the seriousness of my words. Finally my eyes venture to Amaterasu. My lips draw a thin, simple line. One of great significance. "Amaterasu... after this meeting I wish for you to come with me to my personal Quarters. After many days of Meditation I have come to the decision that it is time I take on an Apprentice. A Wolf who will stand as the acting Shamaness for Spirane...." I smile softly, mysterious lavander eyes sparking a little. "... And I have Chosen You for that Honor, if you'll accept my Offer to be your Mentor."  Celena Corona Di Spirane ~ Shamaness ~ Alcide Holds my Heart ~ Orca Sleekwing and Swallowbane Are chipped from my Soul |
Replies:
- THE BEAST THAT DOESN'T QUiVER ANYMORE - By SWALLOWBANE April 11, 2013 at 02:12:37 AM
A beautiful moment... - By Ceal April 11, 2013 at 05:06:09 PM
always. // - By ALCIDE April 14, 2013 at 03:02:33 AM
&& make me the wolf you deserve - By Camelot April 27, 2013 at 03:17:05 AM
i'll admit, i'm just the same as i was. - By sleekwing April 29, 2013 at 10:49:58 AM
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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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