Summer has arrived. The world has been well at peace, and others seem to be trying to take advantage. They believe we are lazy and complacent. We are no such thing. Remain vigilante, friends and family.
Give your congratulations to Maiko. She has been promoted to Blizzard; she earned it.
We also have an activity check going. Please reply so I can make adjustments accordingly. Check will go for an entire month so we can hopefully capture everyone.
As always, if you have need of me, do not hesitate to find me.
{ Angels are Bright Still } -birthing/Kane- IP: 202.159.130.167 Posted on April 8, 2013 at 07:35:48 AM by Isola
It was a night most cold, despite the coming of the spring. The air had not yet come to grow warm after the new spring sun fell behind the canopy of night and indeed, this night was perhaps being most unlike the others. For it rained and rained and rained. The rains of Spring, Father is saying, come to wash all of winter away and leave the earth clean and freash for that which is new as the cycle starts once more and another year is given to pass. I was most restless this night. I could not find comfort no matter how I lay, my sides so swollen had come to bother me these past weeks, though I am saying nothing of this to me Kane for it cannot be helped and he would only be worrying himself and it seems we are not needing any more worries. Though indeed, the return of Andromeda has brought a peace to my Kingdom once more. Azrael is at ease and just this passing day he had come, so filled with life and fire and an energy most bold to tell me of the birth of his pups. His sons and my nephews. Perhaps, come the morning, I would see them. Of course I had wished to go immediately yet I would not intrude upon Andromeda in a moment of precious and indeed I knew most well that Brooke had been called for, that her time within Iromar had given the wolfess who possessed my Brother’s soul a birth most difficult. Perhaps the rains would wash such thing away, perhaps the world would seem all the more bright and clean upon the morning. I wished to think no more on the worries that so consumed my mind. I turned, pacing within my den at the base of the throne we had made, smile touching my lips with a delicate ease at the thought of such a monument, placed, truly, for Heyel’s peace of mind and nothing more. My Kane and I did not need such things. I lowered myself to the earth, slowly, carefully, content and warm within the den though the violet of my gaze peered still into the gloom of the night and pouring of the rain- waiting for my Kane to return. He was not yet home this eve and I did not sleep well without him.
Content to wait, to uncomfortable to sleep besides, I rested my head softly atop the snow of my paws, allowing my thoughts to drift indeed to another, to Aaliyah. Father had come at the breaking of the dawn to whisper so softly to my ears that Tobias lingered upon the borders, that Aaliyah had come in the night, that in the far reaches of my pack land, she too had birthed her pups, a litter so many feared, a litter so many held their breaths over. What would such children be? Would they be as he who sired them? Or would the blood of Heyel and Zeivah, moving so strongly within my Aaliyah create something more? I do not know the ways of the world and indeed, to think back on this moment I would surely laugh at my own lack of understanding, though perhaps I felt myself wiser, once. My stomach felt pained in that moment as I whined and rolled, seeking a comfort that would not come before I stood once more, pacing, resting, pacing, unable to relieve the pressure within myself though indeed I was still most sure in that moment that it was merely the storm and rain that unsettled the boy within. Perhaps he did not like the thunder, could he hear such things? I would have to ask Kane. I stretched once more, seeking to settle myself, though still relief would not come- it grew only worse. I whined once more, my concern increasing as pain began to move in waves along my sides. Was this being right? Was this...happening now? Where was my Kane? I moved once more, moving to hold my muzzle outside and into the darkness, calling for my mate, the one I am choosing, knowing he will come as I moved back into the space that was safe and warm.
I turned and moved and paced and looking back I would find that I would remember little of it, less and less each year in fact, for surely if all females remembered such things so clearly they would not allow it time and time again. Yet in those moments I was sure I would never forget such pain, that never would I be allowing my Kane to do such things again and that Small Ones are a very silly name for such creatures. It did not seem small or feel small. I did not remember when Kane came, knew only that he was close in those moments when the pain seemed truly more then I was willing to bear. Never had I respected my Mother so much as I had that night as my own body laboured and groaned and strained, muscles contracting and pulling as it seemed to take all I had within myself to push against such pain. Yet instinct was knowing that night and my body was knowing what perhaps it has been knowing all along as I strained once more, whinging softly in pain, panting heavily as the world seemed fainter and distant, exhaustion overtaking my features and form, pushing with all I had left to give before He was born in blood and fire. My sides heaved with my need to breathe, my eyes wishing only to close and rest upon the earth as I lay....never had I been so tired, never, ever had I desired sleep as I did in that moment yet another instinct was greater still as I strained once more to lift my head, forcing myself somewhat more upright to turn and reach behind myself, teeth and tongue seeking the wet warmth that I had struggled so long to bring into this world, sweeping the stains from his body with tongue my own as he cried and struggled with a life so new and bright that in that moment I forgot such pain and fire. I forgot what it was to hate in this life as I looked upon him. My son. He was just as I had known.
I reached for him once more, to place him beside me in a place forever to be his own, waiting for him to nurse, to take all he desired, my beautiful boy, my son. I had near forgotten Kane in that moment, the violet of my gaze unable to pull itself from the small one at my side, his pelt so white and glowing within the gloom, his muzzle touched by Angles, Marked, as the world outside finally seemed to grow quite and the storm rolled past, as if the very world itself should hush at his tiny command. I lowered my muzzle once more, to lick at his forehead so soft, so perfect, gilded in gold, before I found the eyes of my Kane in the darkness, moving, shifting so that he could see his son, the one he had named those weeks ago. I smiled, for I was too tired for words in that moment, yet it was a smile most knowing, that I had been being right, that our son was as I had said. Achilles. Son of Kane and Isola, grandson of Heyel and Zeivah, Devil May cry and Kiska. Heir, forever and for always- to Diveen. To the Angels. So much, so much for one so small and yet never am I knowing a love such as this, never. Perhaps I understood that night, as never I have before the love Heyel must have for us, an all-consuming, irreplaceable, irrevocable love. It is a feeling so great, so empowering and yet how Father ever let us go I would not ever understand for I was sure, though we had only just met, that never would I be letting him go, never would I be letting him fall. The world seemed faint once more, my eyes so heavy and body so sore and tired as I laid once more, curling close around my son, leaving space for Kane- when he was ready, before sleep began to finally close such soft fingers over my mind.
“Videtis mea illi Kane? Perfecta est perfectissima. Nostri Achillies. Et vocavit virum deos.”
(Do you see him my Kane? He is being perfect, the most perfect. Our Achillies. Named for Gods and for Heroes.)
I forgot in those moments, that Kane would not understand, yet I do not think such words were hard to decipher, not truly, they spoke only of love and perfection and contentment.....and so I slept, Queen of Diveen, beside my King, with my Prince at my side and the world was right.
6 Years || Mate to Kane || Mother of Achilles || Angel Queen of Diveen
Lightning Queen
The Queen of Diveen. She may accept all challenges and block any steal. She is the sworn protector of the pack and all who reside here.
Thunder King
The Lightning Queen's mate and second-in-comman. He may accept any challenge and block all steals. He may accept new members. This position cannot be challenged for but is currently empty.
Whirlwind
This rank belongs to the closest advisor to the Lightning Queen. This wolf can block steals and accept new members. When there is no Thunder King, this rank may accept challenges. This rank cannot be challenged for.
Stormfront
These wolves are the protectors of the borders and are personal guards to the Lightning Queen. They may help to gauge new wolves and are essentially the domestic protector. In certain times they may be called upon to resolve domestic disputes, but generally they are tasked with watching the borders or staying close to the Lightning Queen. At times, information may need to be brought to the Stormfront who will personally deliver messages to the Lightning Queen.
Quake
The Quake is the lead warrior and in charge of the Tremors, who make up the brute force of the pack. This wolf is a protector of the borders and may accept new wolves. They may be called upon to help gauge a new member. They train the Tremors. Haze
The Haze is the head thief and secret keeper of the pack, charged with acting in the pack’s best interest and operating with a low profile. They train the Mists. They also act as a scout, relaying and finding out information. They work closely with the Tsunami. This wolf may block steals. Monsoon
The Monsoon is the lead healer and caregiver of the pack. They are tasked with healing wounds, assisting with births, and making sure that the pack remains happy and healthy both mentally and physically. They may also be called upon to boost morale through storytelling or other means. They train the Rains. Tsunami
The Tsunami is the lead diplomat and peacekeeper, tasked with protecting the pack from internal and external strife, as well as form treaties and ally with other packs in conjunction with the Lightning Queen and Whirlwind. They report directly to the Lightning Queen, and train the Tides. Blizzard
The Blizzard works closely with the Haze, but is more of an information gatherer. They may act as a thief at times, but are largely tasked with spying and scouting, reporting their findings to their superiors. Hurricane
The Hurricane is the head hunter of the pack. They train the Wind and organize pack hunts.
Rainbow
This wolf is the joker of the pack. Their job is to bring a smile to everyone's face and try to keep a light mood. They will be tasked with caring for pups and keeping an eye on them. They are the keeper of all types of fun and games for the pack. Gale
The Gale is concerned mostly with keeping track of the history of the pack, collecting stories and learning of events that might have happened long ago. They might tell history as stories to pups or create events in honor of those who have gone before.
Tremors
These wolves report to the Quake and make up the protectors and warriors of the pack.
Mists
The agents of the Haze, these wolves are tasked with maintaining order through more secretive means.
Tides
The Tides are diplomats and report to the Tsunami, they may be tasked with updating treaties or contacting allies.
Rains
These are the healers and caregivers of the pack, and they report to the Monsoon. They may be called upon as healers or babysitters. Winds
These are the hunters of the pack, responsible for feeding each member. They report to the Hurricane. Snows
These are the scouts of the pack, reporting to the Blizzard- they are involved with information gathering, both internal and external, and may be called upon as guerilla fighters of sorts should the time come.
Dusk
The general members of the pack, those who have not yet chosen a path or rank. However, they are still highly valued and may be called upon for other things.
Twilight
The apprentices of the pack, pups older than one who are in training.
Dawn
The innocence and the future of our pack.
Day
Esteemed guests of the pack.
Sun
Those allied with the pack, to be treated with respect and offered assistance.
Moon
Those who shine down upon us and guide us with their light.
Eclipsed
Those who have proven themselves enemies of the pack, they should not be trusted.
