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Any Even Angels Have Their Wicked Schemes IP: 74.232.80.116 Posted on April 10, 2013 at 04:40:53 AM by Zeivah
Zeivah "Even Angels have their Wicked Schemes"
Am I angry about being taken from my crater home? Not really, I am upset yes, but not overly so. It does get lonely there, even with the visits from Malina to tell me how my family is doing. I know now that my family is no longer within the same pack as they used to be. Scarlet, Amaterasu and Calista are housed within Spirane, a mountain that rivals Solevion in its majesty. Sinopa resides in Glorall, a coastal pack, much like Litherum. The rest of my family are taking residence in Diveen, where my darling Isola is queen. I seek much information on Heyel, though little comes of it aside from the complaints about his moody temper and hostility towards the pack I venture to.
Malina says it has something to do with the Demons housed here, and Azrael's imprint being stolen by them. I simply tilted my head at the time, but the black brute that leads me now is living proof that Demons have come to Moladion. If we know of them, surely they know of us, and I keep my head low, non-threatening as I follow this being. I have been the captive of such beasts before, I have been a victim to their jaws and jeering threats. I know what Hell is, and I am one of the few Angels to escape with her wings intact.
Fog rolls in, thick murky fog that threatens to choke me with the stench of the bog. Spring has brought with it my grandchildren, and with the seasons I have watched my pelt slowly begin to cover the nasty remnants of fire. I have watched my beloved Moladion as she regrew once more. But this, this pack...there is nothing here but sinking sand and sucking mud. The stench of swamp fills my nostrils and I am forced to cough and sputter as flies clog my face. I shake my head, mud splashing up on my white and crimson pelt, the black silt sticking to the white. I curl my lip in distaste as I move behind him.
Sometimes I am not understanding of the stealing of wolves, what could they have to gain from taking me? Why am I here? Panic rises as the scent of Demon arches more in my face. Like a wall it looms before me, and I fight. I stay my paws, refusing to budge until he comes behind me and shoves me forward into the murky land of Iromar. I snarl, ears flattened as panic rises for the first time in my chest. I turn to run, to flee from this, to escape the plans of my captor. He knocks me on my side, mud smearing across my coat as I roll to get up to my paws. "Quiescite hanc stultitiam, dimitte mihi, nunc!" I shout in his face, his height not once intimidating me as I am pushed to rage. I demanded he stop his folly, to end this foolishness, and to release me. He simply laughs, deep rumbling sound like thunder. The voice that carries it, his laughter, the mockery...
I cannot stand it, to be treated so low, to be treated as if I mean nothing. Degradation sinks into my mind, and I flee within myself. I play the wondrous moments from my life. Meeting Tairra, creating the lives of Scarlet, Letum and Kanye. Beseeching Heyel to help me teach my little ones to hunt, dancing with him, falling for him. I am unsure what it was that had attracted me so, but I have always been an addict to things that seemed forbidden, or at least I had been. I remember the first winter Heyel and I had together, how beautiful and loving he had been toward me, the light I saw in his gaze, the light that was reflected in mine. I close my eyes, standing still, and lowered my head once more. I would not fight, I had to be whole for when I got the gall enough to go to Diveen and finally be reunited with my love and my children. It has been a long time since I have seen them, and I must remember to make separate appearances to Spirane and Glorall. I miss my family.
I open my blue eyes, now hardened to stubborn sharpness. I follow him only because I do not wish to be forced into the muck again. We are within the pack, and I watch, listening for others. I am afraid now, knowing what he is, what it means for me to be here. It has been a long time since I was in the company of Demons, and the last experience was not one to be savored or cherished. A tear slips down my otherwise emotionless face, my heart hammering at my chest. I wish Heyel were here, I wish I had some comfort in this desolate place, some warmth to seek. But, fate has her reasons I suppose, and if I am to face Demons, I will face them with false courage and deep rooted determination to live to see my family again.
female;; 16 years;; revered by none;; barred from fate;; origin of the Angel Line (x Heyel);; lays her head alone
Monarch
Pretty simple, Alpha of Iromar. Ultimate authority. What I say, goes.
Chief
The 'Co-Alpha'. He is her equal and has all the same authorities as she does. He is be respected and can take challenges and block steals.
Deputy
The Beta of Iromar. The most trusted wolf under the Alpha. Has all the same authorities of the Monarch in her absence. Second in command. Can block steals and take challenges.
Council
The advisor to the Monarch. One who's wisdom is often sought in matters of politics and war. Not necessarily an elder but someone the Monarch looks up to.
Trooper
The head warrior of Iromar. Shows the most skill in combat and has experience to back it up. Trains the soldiers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Stalker
The head hunter of Iromar. Shows the most skill in hunting and providing for the pack. Tasked with leading pack hunts and teaching the pups of the pack at designated times. Trains the hunters and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Medic
The head healer of Iromar. Skilled in herbs and emergency medicine. Tasked with checking on the Monarch/Deputy after a challenge and also keeping up with mothers around birthing time. Trains the healers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Envoy
The head diplomat in Iromar. Skilled in matters of politics and conversation. Intelligent and witty, this wolf keeps the pack together as one while reaching out to potential allies for support. Council is their direct supervisor. Trains the diplomats and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Governess
The guardian of offspring in Iromar. Skilled as a warrior and alert as a scout, this wolf is tasked with probably one of the most important jobs in Iromar, protecting the future of the pack and Moladian. They can watch the litter while the parents are off doing tasks, hunting, or just enjoying some quiet time. Can serve as guides for the pups, like having a full time guardian. Trains the teachers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Snoop
The head spy in Iromar. Skilled in maneuverability and blending in, this wolf must be a shadow when called upon. Tasked with finding out information about other packs or wolves when called upon, this wolf must be quick as well as witty, able to make anyone believe anything. Also serves as a thief when the need arises. Trains the spies and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Chronicler
The head story teller of Iromar. This wolf has done their research on all things Iromar and Moladian. They can give a good history lesson or spin a tale on demand when the younger minds call for distraction. Able to captivate an audience. May even help with speeches for the Monarch when necessary. No one to train but the pups or even adults of Iromar when they have questions or curiosity about the past. This wolf may even be called upon by the Council at times. Can block steals.
Soothsayer
The seer of Iromar. This is a special rank made specifically for a wolf with "the sight." Consider her an advisor/spy of sorts for the alpha and rest of the pack. She/he can gather intel from outside or supernatural forces. You don't have to believe in the magic of this ability for any wolf with this rank will be respected as a ranked member of the pack. Can block steals.
Warriors- Members of the Iromar army. Skilled in combat and overseen by the Trooper.
Hunters- Providers for Iromar. Skilled in scavenging and hunting.
Healers- Doctors of Iromar. Skilled in herbs and emergency medicine for those in need.
Diplomats- Extroverts of Iromar. Skilled in politics and overall conversation.
Spies- Scouts and thieves of Iromar. Skilled in blending in and masking themselves when called upon.
Teachers- Guardians of the youth of Iromar. Skilled in defense and culture. They shape the young minds of the future.
Children-The pups of Iromar. To be cherished as they are precious for the future of the land. Shape them and mold them into something we can all be proud of.
Members- Overall pack members of Iromar. Not specialized in a particular field yet but just as important to the population.
