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.
= Heaven Help Me = IP: 124.168.39.19 Posted on September 3, 2013 at 09:32:42 AM by Azrael
I don’t know who it was I barrelled into as I tore through the ranks of my pack as we made the long march back to Diveen. It looked like Ava, yet really, since she suffered no damage at all in an entire war I think my crashing into her in my rush to get to the front of the group can be excused. Besides, it’s not my fault, not really, I’m am completely and totally disoriented. One of my perfect eyes, one of my shining violet and blue opalescent optics has been tainted! Alright, so I have a scratch that has bleed into my left eye a little and blurred the vision, maybe not something to have a meltdown over- But I was hardly thinking straight. As far as I was concerned, I was disfigured, my muzzle and face scratched and bleeding as well. Maybe it was superficial, but I hardly care, my thoughts continuing to jumble and blur in a blunder of emotions that seem to have tangled with the remaining adrenaline in my frame, seeming to heighten every other thought and feeling until I was simply overwhelmed. I could hardly decide what to do first, attend to Isola, run to my mate, find my children…or wash my hair. Celeste will be appalled. I have blood in my hair, on my face, in my eye, what if I never see again! I think I might have begun to hyperventilate.
I dodged around Maddox and Coza, weaving may win in and out of bleeding, limping wolves. Maybe I should have stopped to consider that compared to some, I was perfectly fine, my height having saved me more then any actual skill on my part, my main attacker having the misfortune of being, well, rather short and unable to reach my spine as she desired. Even so, considering the emotions of others has never really been my strongpoint and today I see no need to think of anyone except myself. Maybe I shouldn’t have been flaunting my unscathed frame and the fact I could still run in front of so many others so more injured, but what do I care? Iromar was slammed back into the dirt where they damn well belong and I only want to get home, I only want to get to my children and my imprint. I can feel her, every single stride brings me closer and really, as unconventional as it may be I extended my lengthy stride further, reaching at last past Isola and Kane and tearing back into to Diveen. I would leave it to my sister and her mate to announce the victory, I have no time for such frivolity. I just need to get to her, to them, my children, my family…so close. I wonder if’ I’m running crooked? I feel crooked, can only having one eye do that to you? Well, I still have my eye I suppose, albeit a kind of blurry eye. I hope Lux dies, I hope Vera dies. Which way am I going? Where is everyone? Does blood stain white permanently? I’m not sure I can handle scars. I don’t think I’m thinking straight. I kept running, pace building with every stride. Nearly there, nearly home.
Apparently my enthusiasm saw me very nearly collide with my mate and imprint, long limbs blundering over the black female as she lay near our den, stumbling in an effort to keep myself upright as I tripped and very near face-planted in the dirt once more, pivoting on my paws, crashing my rump into Meryl. Truly, I really didn’t see him, he was standing on my left side, I didn’t see him at all though my thoughts had already moved on as I lunged back to my Stella, very near standing on top of her as I reached my bloodied, scared face down towards her, smothering her entirely in affection, whines of utter joy within my throat as I licked at her, tail waving like a hurricane in this one moment of reckless abandon. I didn’t care who saw, I didn’t care who was looking, just this one time I let everything out. I couldn’t be closer to her if I tried, my form sinking down to lie in front of her, near nose to nose, covering her paws as limbs with my own as I breathed in her scent and continued to shower her in affection. I never thought I would die I suppose, I never considered it- I suppose I never had to, after all, there is nothing on this earth that will keep my from my Stella, sometimes I just forget how much I adore her, how much I love her, being within the heat of battle only seeing fit to remind me, I suppose. That forever and for always- I have something and someone to live for. I reached forward once more, pressing my muzzle to her own and for a few moments at least, simply staying that way, letting my soul coil back around her own as it should be, waiting until our hearts found their rhythm once more. I cannot be without her. Never. To be so far was far enough and yet surely, surely she never believed for a moment that I wouldn’t return. I’ll always answer her call.
"We won. "
It was barely a whisper, against the blackness of her fur, just loud enough for her and Meryl to hear if the boy had moved close enough before I gently lent away, allowing her to see the scars along my face and muzzle, the most damaging one against my left eye- the damage their a little more obvious and perhaps, for once, within her eyes I truly saw my own reflection. I felt my gaze widen slightly, shock seeping back into my system as I near sprung back to my feet, whirling on Meryl. Had he always been here?
"My face! Look at my face! I’m practically disfigured! Meryl…Meryl do something. It’s in my hair, blood, I can feel it in my hair. Where are the puppies? Don’t let them see this. I……."
I turned back to Andro once more, seeking her gaze with my own one and a half eyes, utter disbelief on my features.
"Stella. I need to prepare you for the fact I may well……have a scar. I don’t do scars. Meryl, are you listening I don’t do scars, un-do it!."
Cause yelling at everyone is the best way to get things done. Alright, so I’m not thinking straight, but can I really be blamed. I lived through utter chaos, I saw wolves torn apart all around me, I felt a hate and desire to kill I have never felt before and maybe some part of me is even ashamed at that. Maybe I will talk about it with Stella later, but for now, whatever shock I seem to be suffering seems content to let itself all out…
AZRAEL
"6 years ~ Andromeda ~ Heyel x Zeivah ~ 41in 177lbs ~ Sire of Meryl/Starfall/Guardian/Celeste/Iophiel ~ 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.
