Nymeria |
None
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Kalseru |
Vortigern |
None |
Moonfeather
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None |
None |
Yuki |
None |
None
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Viserion, Myrcella
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Eldrax
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Rhaegal, Tychon, Alagai, Paxton, Visenya
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Drogon, Icarus
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Greywind, Rhaenys, Arthfael
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Bastille, Samus
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Dandelion, Semele
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Daenerys, Sleekwing, Tyrion
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Mêlée, AshitakaEmer, Bran, Jabari, Vaella, Cadeyrn, Berwyn, Nerys, Jubilee, Ashur, Reine, Icarus, Kricket, Navarre, Leilani, Jakuta
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None
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Vhagar
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Diveen
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None
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None
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MoonGlow, Alcide, Sorcha, Fjallraven,
Pan, Grayson, Ravenna, Niviaq |
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
- - Nymeria
❥ Pregnant | ^ Pending Promotion | ✘ Stolen | Away
IP: 124.149.48.22
Posted on September 19, 2013 at 11:24:09 AM by Solaris
 It was harder, this time, further, the road more difficult though I think, maybe, that is the way it’s going to be from now on. This isn’t easy, most won’t listen, most aren’t ready to hear what I have to say or they resist it and I find that I can’t blame them, not really. I get frustrated, I get angry, especially with wolves like Adonis. I did nothing to him, have never come against him, desired nothing from him and yet he met my attempts at peace with bared fangs and hostility and I hardly know why. I guess nobody likes change, I guess nobody wants to change, but they don’t understand. They have too, soon their won’t be a choice. I couldn’t stop the war, no one would heed the words of a boy so small. I’m getting taller though, each day I am growing taller and taller as I come into my yearling frame. I do not think I will ever be as heavy as Kane, my Father- but I will match his height, just like his father before him and though I take no pleasure in being forced to stand so far above others, I think, maybe it will help. I need others to see me, I need them to see me for more then a white pelt and russet marks- but they don’t, it is to deeply ingrained and so very few are as I, as Eden, my Chosen one, so very few are willing to be what……I need them to be and I think maybe I cannot blame them. I don’t think my parents will love me anymore, not after this, not after I do what I need to do, though that day will not come for some years yet. I was never meant to be Prince, I am not Achilles, I am not perfection on this earth as he is and maybe that is why I was born third- because Diveen will never be mine, that is not the crown I will wear and it is not the crown I want. I have no desire to lead, not truly, but I have too, I need too……I need them to see me. “It is further this time. The snow makes it harder.” I allowed the violet blue opalescence of my gaze to turn and rest upon my grey and white companion, my Uncle, though never would I know him as such, his blood a secret to us all, even myself though it would hardly matter if I knew. Such things mean little. I do not know why it is he comes, why he was willing to follow me when so many others were not. No one knows what Eden thinks, his mind is his own and perhaps this is why I like him so. He is- different, he is not like the others, he is his own master and I need others who will not so blindly follow their parents. Eden is not as his siblings, not truly and for now that is enough. I stepped higher, leaping from one drift of snow to the other, my white pelt, as Eden’s own, near invisible in the blanket of white as we leapt onward until my breath rose heavy like smoke into the air and my jaws parted to pant from the effort of scaling the mountain. It is high here, cold, the vegetation sparse and yet strong where it rests. It is not the flat, open space of Diveen, though the cliffs of my home are much like those of this place, though the snow seems heavier here. I paused, looking upward, nose lifting to the air, the border was close. “We are nearly there.” I pressed onward, knowing Eden would not be far behind. I am forbidden to leave Diveen, this I know, I cannot venture from the pack without Guard and yet the wolves still recover from war, I cannot ask Azrael or Chance or one of the warriors and though I hold faith in my cousins I cannot yet have a wolf of black and red walk at my side until I am ready and Angel-born or not, Guardian carries the marks of others. Mother did not say I could not choose my own guard and companion and so I have chosen for myself, I have chosen Eden, though I know I bend the rules in this. I must, at least for now and I like to do these things, I like to challenge this land and test myself against the wind and snow and sleet, against the wilds of the free lands though I understand the danger in this, I know of the stories they tell of the dark wolf with emerald eyes. Yet we came to no harm this day as we climbed until my paws rested against the border, my white and russet form turning to observe the pack land before I barked, announcing myself and my companion, waiting for the children of the mountain to come…. 41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles & Sage|| Angel Prince of Diveen |
Replies:
- the devil in my bloodstream - By e d e n September 20, 2013 at 07:40:07 AM
- - i have never been nothing. - By daenerys September 26, 2013 at 06:04:25 AM
~Song To Release My Soul~ - By Taliesin October 1, 2013 at 09:37:28 PM
THIS is Sparta - By Leonidas October 4, 2013 at 02:33:09 AM
Love hunt me down - By Ceal October 4, 2013 at 09:43:16 PM
{ Chasing The Sun } - By Solaris October 4, 2013 at 11:51:32 PM
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| Return to Top **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 |
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