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.
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= I Dropped My Halo = IP: 124.168.37.153 Posted on May 25, 2013 at 00:03:53 AM by Heyel
I will admit to some amusement at the boys ability to wink, honestly I didn’t know they could perform such a facial feat so young and yet, should I really be surprised? This was MY grandchild after all, it should come as no great shock that he is already evidently capable of performing some of the actions that will come to ensure females have a very healthy….appreciation for the young god he assuredly is. Maybe I am a little biased and yet, can I truly be blamed? The boy is perfection, anything related to me or deemed worthy by me is as such and really, though I had very little to do with the actual union of Isola and Kane, I can’t say I will ever be disappointed in such a thing. Achilles is proof of that. The perfect boy of red, black, gold and white is a symbol of the rightness of such a mating, perfection. Yet I always knew such a thing, never doubted it and hell, it would be a lie if I never said I hadn’t held some desire for a child of mine to seek favour with one of Devils own, to unite our bloodlines in such a way. The boy was the accumulation of that, the much sought-after heir to Diveen, to Isola, to Devil and myself in a way (after all the only son I have left is Azrael and let’s be honest who would actually be gloating about that? I still hold hope for Seraphiel though).
He grinned up towards me as I inquired as to why it was he seemed so determined to rub against my leg, violet gaze returning to meet the blue of his own as he spoke. Sharing his gold? I frowned, confused a moment before his intentions became evident. Alright, so maybe I was mildly….touched, by such a gesture, features softening into a gentle smile, one so rarely seen that I would almost have shocked myself before I allowed my features to shift once more, really it never paid to be to- cuddly with children. Would never do them any good and besides, why did he think I wasn’t shiny enough already? I put rather a lot of effort into my coat this morning and maybe I don’t have golden tips but I still thought that I had personally done a rather decent job.
“You saying I’m not handsome enough already?”
One eye lifted, teasingly, daring him to keep going through the smirk I allowed upon my features indication the good-nature behind it, after all, I saw no need to terrify the boy. I chuckled to myself as we continued, attempting to explain the reasons behind maintaining respect within the pack, evidently however, someone takes things on board almost a little too much, the boy proceeding to grin like a madman at every wolf with passed, his handsome young features beaming like his own radiant sun at every single creature. I managed another slight eye roll when he turned to grin at yet another wolf. Honestly, he was going to scare them away if he did that, or in the very least they were going to begin to think he had something wrong with him. Clearly Isola and Kane have failed in their parenting on so many levels. Fortunately I am here to rectify such issues.
“That’s a lot of…..enthusiasm you have there and while that is a very….advantageous quality, why don’t you try being a little more- graceful about it hmm? A grin here, a grin there is all that’s needed. One does not need to beam quite so- energetically.”
In other words stop grinning. With my apprentices, with any other children I am far harsher, seeing no need to soften such blows and yet, just as with my own children it would appear I am incapable of out rightly scolding my grandson. He was trying I suppose and I can hardly ask for me, hell, in his case less would be better. I sighed. This was going to be a long, long day. We moved further along the plain, approaching the centre of the pack now, the towering cliffs within this part of the land so much like Trenus that for a moment I almost missed my plateau once more, violet eyes sweeping over the stones and boulders with a want….a need I didn’t even realise I had. Achilles should have been born to the red dust of that earth, he should have sat beside me on my throne and seen the pack below, seen a true empire. For now…this would have to do. I stepped up and onto the ridge and the beginning of the cliff face, reaching down to grasp his scruff and lift him up. Heavy damn boy. Leaping up the large first step with the boy firmly in my jaws before dropping him down again, I hardly have time to watch him attempt to climb something he cannot, his pride shall just have to suffer for a moment, besides, if we ever want to get to the top of this cliff I am going to have to help. Children do have such irritatingly short legs. I paused a moment as he spoke, answering my earlier question, lips pulling into a smirk.
“Trembus? I don’t recall ruling that land along with Trenus but evidently I must have, clearly my empire was so great I didn’t feel the need to learn the names of all its territories- but you are right. I did rule for a very, very long time, as did Devil, he was a very great king and a warrior like none has ever seen before. In time, you will learn from him and your Father I am sure, from that side of your lineage is a fighting blood like I have never seen- don’t tell Devil I said that though. It would only….amuse him.”
I spoke seriously, honestly, allowing him to see the truth of it in my gaze before he continued. Naturally I was willing to praise Devil in front of our grandson, to his face was another matter. I hardly wished Devil to know exactly how admirable his feats were.
“Yes, you do come from very, very old blood on my side, but that will be stories for later, when you are a little older and understand a little more. Know only that you are descended from Angels, white wolves who bare wings and great power, wolves from the heavens and skies above. You bare there mark on your muzzle, the red Angel Mark and you are from a lineage that has protected others for a long, long time against…..darker creatures, we have an Art that assists us, but once more that is a story for when you are older.”
To know he had some understanding, at least for now, was enough, it would be an exercise in futility to attempt to explain a detailed history to a boy not yet one and a boy not destined for the Art, no, he was Prince and though he bares a rare mark, an old mark- his destiny is elsewhere. He is the first born son. His destiny is to lead as his Mother, Father and Grandfathers before him- perhaps Isola and Kane can birth me an miniature assassin next time. When he spoke of Zeivah I felt my on features shift in surprise, violet gaze falling from his own. Isola spoke of her to him? I suppose I wasn’t surprised, Isola and Zeivah had been….very close. I shifted, uncomfortable though I hardly knew why, the boy seeming confused himself at his knowledge of his grandmother. I spoke softly, meeting his gaze again.
“No, you will not meet my Zeivah. She…died some time ago, she died to save your uncles when they were small. One day I will tell you of her, she was beautiful though, like your Mother and your aunts and if you have even a drop of her blood within you, will be great.”
I smiled distantly, memories long forgotten moving within my mind before I turned silently once more, gesturing for the boy to follow, moving to ascend the trail, climbing higher and higher within the cliffs, pausing each time he fell behind or when I needed to lift him before we reached the top. Now this- was a throne. I grinned once more, moving to sit upon the edge, the pack land sweeping out below as the wind blew cold fingers against our fur, so high we’d climbed.
“Come Achilles, come here, right to the edge- but don’t you dare fall. I think it’s time someone showed your future kingdom.”
It was as I had done for Isola and Aaliyah, as I had done for Ferox and Azrael and all my children, seated them atop my throne, shown them when they were young and small the exquisite beauty of the land they lived in and the land that could well be theirs if they only sought it.
“This is what you will inherit, Achilles and the best way to see it is from up high. You were born to above them all, Little Angel- after all, the view from above is always better.”
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.
