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} IP: 124.149.48.44 Posted on May 5, 2013 at 00:24:04 AM by Isola
Sometimes I wonder at the ways of Fate. I wonder, often, why it is my Mother and Brothers were taken from me, I wonder why so many small ones did not survive the fall of the sky, why it is my Kane is bound in soul to my Sister and my own soul was taken away. I wonder why it is that even now I do not feel content at the death of Jaidah nor the fall of Iromar and Glorall- surely events that have shown only the greatness of a Pack my own, one that has stood tall and firm through all and yet……how do I celebrate such things as survival when it seems so many continue to die? It is as if Moladion is plagued with such things these past months. So many have died, so many and though not all were from my pack, it matters not- they were the brothers, mothers, uncles and nieces of the wolves I call my own and the effect is given to ripple and linger long after. Why is it that my soul was taken? To whom above had I offended to cause this most grievous of sins? Why is it that Pompeii was taken, not only from her newborn child, yet from Diveen, from us and from her Yojimbo? Did such tradgegy plague the rule of my sire before me? Did Devil, Father of my Kane ever sit atop his Kingdom and allow his gaze to linger upon the land below while the song of parting and sadness and the destruction of a soul lingered above like a music of the night? Life was simple once. Life was easy. The innocence of a child is so fleeting, I have been but a year within my crown and I believe all that within me that was given to still hold the innocence of youth is long fled. There is not time for girlish ambition and silly fantasy. Life is hard and even if all around me break and crumble and fall- I cannot, my Kane cannot, once more I am needed to hold together the fragments of a wound most deep though it has been most long since I have attended to my own. Pack is first, always first and this night is tainted badly with the howls of one I have treasured for a time most long- I will not let him cry alone, this is a pain I know and it is with that motion that I raise my own head to the sky, though I do not know the words to his song, I merely allow the delicate tones of my own vocals to coil and wrap with those of Yojimbo, adding the force of my Alpha-ship to his own- perhaps the Angels above will hear it more clearly. I am hoping so.
Why is it that the Guardians of my Pack continue to die? Does a sin of some kind rest upon that rank? Those charged with the protection of our lands, Finley and now Pompeii seem to shatter beneath it’s weight, taken by rage or nature it matters not, the gap must be filled again though I see no desire to do so quickly and sentence another as I have done two already. There is no joy within me as I move to descend my throne, to cast eyes of violet and emerald upon my son as he sleeps, filled with milk and warm with dreams, a small lingering so carefully upon the snow of my lips, this tiny spark of pleasure in a world that often seems so dark. We should celebrate all that we have overcome, applaud that we, Diveen, have survived and thrived time and again and truly of my Pack I can be no prouder- we are infallible and yet I am wishing also that perhaps the Angels above would stop testing us so thoroughly. Is this their aim? To have me truly prove my worth as leader by bringing suffering to me and mine? Perhaps- perhaps not. We will not break. Not my Kane and not I. We live and we die, we will overcome this as we have done all else and when the sun is given to rise, Diveen will simply rise again. Pompeii will not be forgotten, nor Finley, nor Dusk or Belinda. We carry them still and Yojimbo must be assured of this, must be made to know that of all that I understand in this life, I understand the wound of a soul left bare most of all.
The earth was silent, quite as I loped on easy strides so soft and smooth, seeking my Advisor, seeking his darkened form to bring him what comfort I may, for so long he had done this for me when I sought him and now the favour must be repaid. If he wishes to break, then let it be so, I shall tell no one, that is not my way. Anger and rage tainted the air as I moved, the scent of another, or Iromar lingering within the breeze and once more I feel my chest tighten and a rage, an anger that soon will no longer repress itself beginning to rise. How much more destruction do they seek to bring us? There leader is dead, cast to the hells, their punishment I am believing, for ever rising against us and yet still they seek to taint my lands. I will stand for this no longer and no more. I am a forgiving creature, I have met their hate and aggression with diplomacy and calm, had each and every wolf returned and proven only the weakness of the fog pack and yet still they attempt to defy me? Still they are so callous us to walk on my lands? Have they no honour whatsoever? I am ill of mood this time to deal with such creatures, my form lifting, rising as never it has done before with Angel Mark aflame and heckles arching high as tail and head follow and my form is given to grow and gleam with all that I am. On this day in which Yojimbo mourns I will not have him tainted by Iromar, I will not have this day befouled by the wretches of that pack. I am benevolent no longer of anything from that land.
The growl within my throat cut air and sound, deep, commanding as I have not been before, violet eyes aglow with a danger and warning as I moved to appear before my Advisor, to defend him and shield his broken form as he clung to another…..a young one, one whose voice and form were broken and shattered, my eyes wary, unwilling to see this, unwilling to understand so well. T whom is this boy Yojimbo clings? Why do they stand before the den of Pompeii in this manner? Another growl, low, deep, laced with power edges from my lips so soft and fine, a warning to the boy, a warning that he will not be tolerated, that any move I find unacceptable shall be punished most severely. I will not have my wolves hurt again. Never again- that is his only warning. Yet I am not so blind as to see there is meaning within this embrace, my form easing, relaxing, allowing myself to see what lay before me as I came forward more softly, ignoring the child for now, reaching for my Yojimbo, blending snow and coal, resting against him.
“This pain I am knowing, this pain I am knowing so well my Yojimbo.”
There is little that can be said as I pressed against him, offering him warmth, offering him that which I could before my gaze returned to the boy of black and blood. Her son. Once, a time most long ago she spoke of her young ones. A boy or Iromar he might be and this displeases me still- yet I am not so weak a leader that I cannot see beyond this, at least in this moment. I allowed my muzzle to press against his shoulder, no more than a touch, for do we not all require the touch of another sometimes? It may not be the touch of the one he sought, but I can give nothing else and so it must be.
“Your Mother is not being forgotten, never, I am not knowing the ways of the Pack of Demons, but within Diveen we never are forgetting those who have come before us. We honour the souls of those who have died and I am promising to you, Son of Pompeii, that your Mother will be honoured. Come now, if you are wishing I am giving you seeds that will bring you sleep, a sleep with no dreams, I am knowing the ways of the healer and if you are wanting it, I will bring you rest- but cry and scream no more- respect this place.”
His shouts would only bring Yojimbo pain, his grief would only affect the infant girl who must linger close by. I turned from him, this boy once more to meet the gaze of Yojimbo again, seeking the blue of his eyes as I had done so often as a child.
“Vega is needing you now, my Yojimbo. For her- you cannot be breaking.”
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.
