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: 63.140.89.51
Posted on April 6, 2013 at 05:45:42 AM by Moonglow
 
There is a fragrance in the air. One that stirs excitement like butterfly wings in my swollen tummy as I lay atop the highest ridge of my mountain throne. The delicate perfume tantalizes my senses, soft as a rose petal upon the palette of my mouth and I part my jaws to inhale the sweet aroma and taste it on my tongue. It is the flavor... of Spring. Of fresh sprouted leaf buds bursting from the willow branches and white and pink flower blooms that dangle from the dogwoods. The Earth feels moist, fresh and clean. New grass carpets where Snow had once been, Squirrels chatter from tree branches and chickadees dance cartwheels in the Sky. Orba chases after them like favored playmates, though I'll admit she seems a bit of a bully to the smaller song birds... but even her mischievous banter does not seem to deter their avid chorus. They are jubilant, and rightfully so. Winter was finally behind us, and Spring has finally arrived in Moladian. I feel a kick in my side, and those butterfly wings become a pitter-pattering frendzy in my Core. It was Time. The Spirits of the Earth whisper in my ears, chanting a gentle Mantra that only I can here. I smile, glancing down at the small mound of my stomach. "Your Time comes soon, my little lotus bloom" I coo softly, and as if in response, the next moment has my water break. I feel no fear, nor anxiety as I had with my first litter. This time around, I serenely stand and descend the few scant steps to a ledge along the front side of the mountain, still facing the on-setting dusk. Here, a shallow cavern carves into the summit, and I have utilized it as my personal Nursery for my new babe. Inside, Ceal and I have lined the rocky floor with peat and pine moss, feathers and fur from some of our winter kills. It made a thick and luxuriant nest for which my child may be swaddled and kept from the cold. I sprawl out in the bed, the shape of the small burrow made so that I may still see and feel the twilit night upon my skin. I breathe. Inhale, Exhale. Contraction. Inhale, Exhale... Contraction. Orba, having noticed my disappearance, appears on the stone outside my nook. She watches with earnest concern, before hopping carefully forward and beginning to preen my fur as a way of comfort. I nudge her gently and smile, happy for her company. Inhale, Exhale... Push. Inhale, Exhale.... Push. Bursts of pain cause my to whimper. Jaws clench, brows furrow. But this Birth takes less then 4 hours time. With a final, small cry I push with the last of my strength and Lo, a beautiful little Girl is Born. She sparkles like Star-light on a moonless night, her coat a startling shade of sterling over black and as soft as gossamer to the touch. I cradle her closely, washing her clean and stimulating circulation with the rasp of my tongue, all the while murmuring soft lullabies that she might not hear, but would surely feel. And then, when she is warm and dry, I curl around her so that we might both face the very last glimmers of the dying sunlight, where a panoramic view of Moladian's landscape can be easily admired. "Behold, The First Hope of New Moladian." I whisper near her ear, the first words ever spoken to her. " First Born Daughter and First Breath of the Future... I have been waiting for you, my Precious Girl. The Spirits Foretold your birth to me.... and The Stars Christened you..." I breathe in her soft, baby-new scent. "Daenerys." I speak the title with cherished reverence. Potent Magick. A Shamaness' Blessing. I feel weak, fatigued... but overjoyed. My body was sore, much more sore then it had been with my first litter. Odd, for just one cub. But she was strong, as I had always known she would be. She was Our Tomorrow. Our Legacy.  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 02:19:58 AM
always. // - By ALCIDE April 11, 2013 at 11:39:27 AM
A beautiful moment... - By Ceal April 11, 2013 at 05:04:50 PM
i'll admit, i'm just the same as i was. - By sleekwing May 3, 2013 at 01:53:09 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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