THUNDER KINGKing of Diveen
Arturio

LIGHTNING QUEENQUEEN OF DIVEEN

Azariah

WHIRLWINDADVISOR

None

STORMFRONTROYAL GUARDS

None
None

QUAKEWARRIOR

Orifel▼

HAZESPY AND THIEF

Zarah

MONSOONHEALER

Meryl

TSUNAMIDIPLOMAT

None

BLIZZARDSCOUT

Maiko

HURRICANEHUNTER

None

RAINBOWJOKER

None

GALESTORY TELLER

None
TremorsWarriors
Taliesin, ★Solara
MISTSThieves
Shadowstorm, Junketsu
RAINSHealers
Yin, Nord, RurikΔ, PascalΔ
TIDESDiplomats
Luxa, ★☓WrenΔ, Sparrow, ★Xavier

SNOWSScouts
Valkyria, Noctis
WINDSHunters
Emil▼, Maude

DawnYoung Pups
Inari, Raksha
TWILIGHTAdolescents
Mabel, Jaime, Larionus
DUSKGeneral Population
Celeste, Finch, Andriel, Beltran, Senketsu, ★Undyne, ★Dirk, Vasily, Faolan, Mugen

DAYGuests
None
NIGHTRetirees
Orion, Nevaeh▼
SUNAllies
Spirane
MOONTHOSE AMONG THE STARS
Heyel, Voltaire, Azrael, Isola, Andromeda, Jaeger, Maddox, Enderly, Yojimbo
EclipsedEnemies
Kattari, Grimoire, Blackthorne

News - SUMMER

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.

-- Arturio




‡ = Pregnant | ☓ = Stolen | ♦ = Captive | ★ = Promotion Pending | Away | ▼ = Assassin | Δ = Apprentice

Return to Lunar Children
sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.-- birthing
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we pull our boots on with both hands
but we can't punch ourselves awake
and all I can do is stand on the curb and say
sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

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She emerged from the river triumphant, fish clasped in her jaws. Being provided for wasn’t in her admittedly small select set of social skills, and consequently she had adapted to feeding herself, even in this late stage of her pregnancy. As usual, she was often away, and alone, too independent to placate even nature itself by remaining close to home, where Heyel would personally assure that she never grew hungry. It could have been fun, but it felt too much like weakness. Truth be told, she had faired quite well physically throughout the… process. She was not as large around the middle as most, and if the kicking in her belly hadn’t attested to a healthy litter she would have been worried. She’d never longed for children, and yet she felt quite pleased by the prospect now. Funny, huh?

When she did return to Diveen, it was to see to her den. Even she wasn’t foolish enough to consider birthing beyond the protection of the pack. She didn’t expect a one of them (besides Heyel) to protect her personally, but the pack had many mothers within its borders, and they would be well guarded from outsiders.

And yet a spark of paranoia glowed perpetually in the shewolf’s mind that perhaps her greatest threat came not from outside the pack at all. She won no popularity contests in Diveen— she didn’t even try. How foolish would she look, trying to fit in among the loyal and those of noble blood, heavy with the proof of Heyel’s infidelity to a dead woman. Of course, it wouldn’t be he who would feel the accusing looks, not that they should stop her. She avoided what she could only blame herself for feeling.

She had hardly known Zeivah, and yet she had known her-- known who she was. And still she had let her husband’s soulmate join the pack. At first injured and then… not, she had been welcome to stay. To stay. Cat wasn’t sure she would have done the same. She was indebted, in a sense, maybe not to the kin and pack of the pair whose life she had intruded upon, but it was close enough to make her uncomfortable. Cat didn’t like owing any one anything, least of all for tolerating her.

She was making her way back to Diveen when the movement of her unborn was joined by something else. It was a squeezing, tremulous feeling punctuated at its end by a sharp pain. The beginning of the end, she thought in good humor, baring her teeth with a pained grin. Motherhood, eh? Bring it on.

There was nothing special about her den, even that it was out of the way of any common place, allowing for the recommended amount of privacy. She had, with more sentimentality than she was accustomed too, dug it under a stump as her mother had done for her children. An ordinary, practical hole in the earth. Nothing special about it at all, except that it was hers, and for the first time she wouldn’t be alone in it. The entrance squeezed her middle as she passed through, but there was room enough to turn around once she was in it. There was hours yet till nightfall, and her contractions were still far apart. She settled in to wait for the worst, and for the longest night of her life.

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She dug furrows in the dirt with her claws, growling irritably in the darkness of her den. No sane beast of nature or hell would dare approach her hollow now, not if they valued their throats. She squirmed and she pushed and she scratched, until with a great relief the pressure was alleviated, and a small, warm body rested between her legs. She reached over to lick it clean, encouraging a squeaky cry from its maw that made her smile. A whiny black thing, too sensible for its father’s colors—she was proud. Except… On closer examination, she saw its paws were white, little booties that would grow with its legs. her legs. A girl! Cat’s tail thumped loudly against the walls of her den as she nudged her daughter toward her first meal. She was immensely tired, and the prospect of birthing more was enough to dampen her current enthusiasm. How many more? There was already so much blood, blacker than shadow on the dirt. She waited, and her daughter slept beside her, all warmth and heartbeat and more love than she had ever felt for anyone or anything. And she waited. In time, exhaustion took her, and she slept. There would be no other pups, and that was fine. A healthy pup was more than fine. But Cat wasn’t. Her body was taxed by the birth, and anemic. She was weak, and would be for some time hence.

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CAT EYE
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

FEMALE || THIRTEEN || DIVEEN || IMPRINTED TO HEYEL








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THE RANKS
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.
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