Change was long overdue in Spirane. Now that I have learned who is still an active presence within the pack, the ranks have been updated. As I once took time away from the pack, so too now shall Kalseru. Know that she is still second in command of the pack, as is reflected in her rank. Once you are familiar with the new ranking system, if you would like to change positions or move up in the ranks you need only ask. Let this be a time of new life in Spirane, and a promise of great things to come!
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. - - Nymeria
;; Trouble in a Tank Top IP: 74.232.80.201 Posted on July 6, 2013 at 11:50:04 PM by ;; Amaterasu
she's trouble in a tank top
I move back out of the den, my heart lurching to the side just as he hit me. We spun and my heart did somersaults in my chest, an insanely happy bark escapes me and I am already shoving my muzzle into his ruff. My soul was elated, after so long alone, with only myself to keep me company, it flies now. It spreads its wings, twirls into the air and flies into his, entwines with his. His tongue rasps over me and as I giggle and cry and bury my face into him, a soft relieved moan escapes me and I am once again transported into a happy trance of euphoria. “Oh my Jian, my love, my heart, my soul...Of course I have come back.” I could never stay away, it had been so difficult to even leave in the first place. His voice sends chills down my spine and I am swept away in the waves of his passion. Everything about him sets my nerves on fire, burns me up until all I can feel is him against my body, everywhere. He surrounds me.
“No, my love, you could never loose me.” I send my tongue against his cheek, a soft comforting kiss against his cheek as I felt the need to cry well up in him. Even as he closed his eyes I could feel it. It is in this moment that I chose to let go, I give into his need to let it out, tears well up in my blue gaze, my eyes looking out over the horizon before I tuck my face back against his neck. My body shakes with the force of my relief. “I will never leave again, I swear.” I shake my head against him, tears streaming down my face. My love pouring from me to match his, my heartbeat quickly matching the staccato rhythm of his and I murr deeply against his neck. I nip lightly against his neck, needing to ease the storm within me, needing the closeness with him, simply needing him. I wanted him to surround me more than he does now.
I move, my body heated in the winter's air, my fur bristling excitedly. Once parted from his, my body screams again for his touch, I whimper softly, a sound of pure need. To be possessed once more, to feel his love physically, to have him all over me. “Jian...I...” I smile coyly, my tail waving a bit behind me as I watch him. “I love you, and I need you...always.” I am moving to him once more, captivated, needy, heated. I want a thorough reunion, and I am denied nothing in my life.
Female ;; 6 years ;; heart and soul of Zildjian ;; Spirane
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**Any position may be challenged for at any time. Please privately contact Nymeria and she will decide the type and style of challenge appropriate to the rank.
Abhorsen - The Wielder: Alpha female and Queen of Spirane. Her word is final in all matters. Vows to protect and lead those who call the mountain home.
Her Council Belgaer - The Thinker: Second in Command, this wolf is the Abhorsen's most trusted compatriot and confidant. In the Abhorsen's absence, they are able to speak with her authority.
Saraneth - The Binder: Chosen mate of the Abhorsen. They can settle pack disputes, accept members, assign tasks, and leads the pack during hunts, in times of war, or in cases where the Abhorsen is not present.
Scion - The Successor: The Abhorsen's heir, training to one day fill her paw prints. This wolf must become adept in multiple trades. This wolf is expected to become proficient in healing, fighting, hunting, diplomacy, and thievery. They are expected to lend assistance to any of the other ranks if ever needed.
The Bells Dyrim - The Speaker: Lead diplomat and is often times sent out to maintain good relations with allied packs. Charged with educating the Ambassadors in diplomatic ways.
Astarael - The Weeper: The commander and lead warrior of the pack. Charged with teaching the Berserkers the art of battle.
Clayr - The Seer: Charged with the pack's health, and in teaching the Shiners and those who wish to pursue the art of healing.
Kibeth - The Walker: The leader of the Guard. They are the foremost line of defense, charged with securing the borders and bringing pertinent information from within and without the pack to the appropriate wolf. They also lead the Outriders.
Ranna - The Sleeper: Assists the queen in guarding from theft as well as advising her of news and gossip from the whole of Moladion. Charged with teaching the Mages about theft, secret keeping, and overall sneakiness. Allowed to make and block steals.
Mosrael - The Waker: Caretaker and storyteller of the pack, also the head pupsitter. Often times this wolf will look after the pack's youth and educate them of Spirane and Moladion's history. Leads the Remembrancers in pup watching.
Charter - The Power: The master hunter of the pack. Leads and organizes all hunts and teaches the Falconers the art of the hunt.
The Classes Berserkers: Warriors and hunters of the pack.
Falconers: The pack hunters
Mages: Thieves and secret keepers of the pack. Allowed to make and block steals.
Ambassadors: Diplomats of the pack.
Shiners: Healers of the pack.
Outriders: The pack scouts who bring all news of happenings across Moladion back.
Remembrancers: Wolves of a kind nature who look after the younger wolves of the pack. These wolves may wish to learn more about healing, but this is not a requirement.
Bairns: The young pups of the pack
Amateurs: Youth of the pack still finding their place
Kinfolk: The general populance of the pack
Elders: Respected retirees who still offer wisdom and insight