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 Brighter} -Birthing- IP: 124.149.47.78 Posted on September 22, 2013 at 10:09:04 AM by Isola
It is very quiet this night, very peaceful and indeed, unlike it has been before, perhaps, for the first time I am given to be at peace myself. The snow has begun to melt and indeed the first rains of spring have come to bath the earth, the drip and patter of falling diamonds a soothing sound against the walls of the den I share with my Kane and just my Kane this night. As is my way I have sent Solaris and Sage from my den, they may return when all is done, yet this bringing of life is only for myself and my mate to witness, not for they, there time will come, one day they will watch their own children born to this world and they will know of this thing. Yet not this night, no, this night they will sleep and rest with Achilles in his den beside my own until the morning comes and I am ready to show them what has occurred this night. I am not as I was, I do not grow nervous or unsettled for this is my third litter, I am young, this I know, but I have done this thing before, I know what is to come and I am thinking, perhaps, I am stronger in this then ever before. My mind is not plague with anger and shame, hate and regret as it was the night my Achilles was born within the midst of a storm, I am not given to be nervous and tense as I was the morning Sage and Solaris came. No. The war is won, the night is still, the world is calm and the spring rings bring water and life to my pack once more, such things will herald the birth of this newest litter of mine, these pups born to victory and peace and beauty, born to darkness and rain and silence this night as I desire it be so.
I know indeed my Kane will stir as I rise, he does each time, for it is being his way as I move to pace once more, to stretch the muscles that ache within, to turn a circle loosely upon the earth and softness of the den, for always I grow restless perhaps as the time draws closer and the ache within is given to grow until a whine is brought from my lips and I lay myself down once more upon the softness of the earth. I know what is to come, but perhaps I fear it not, not anymore, all will be well, it always is. The pain continues to grow within me, twisting and turning as the rain falls outside and my breathe rises like smoke within the cold touch of the air of the night and my sides are given to heave and ache as always for a time most long, another whine grows within my throat for the pain in this thing is most great. To take a life from this world is so easy, so simple, yet to bring one forth is another matter entirely, if all knew of the pain of birth perhaps we would value the life of others so very much more. The first child was born upon these thoughts, a whimper upon my lips as I shifted and turned towards it, lifting the small one within my jaws in the respite I was given to lick his pelt, to run heat into his frame and blood and offer him, my newborn son, his taste of the air of the night before I rested him against my side, moving my paws, allowing my Kane to see this child born this night, our son, an Angel Prince and blonde as a ray of light.
“Forfax Angelus stellarum nocte. Tu adprobandi mea hac Kane? Ut Kiska est, videt sua pellis ita aurum, aurea filium Immo ita pulchra, tam in tenebris.”
(Forfax, the Angel of the stars and the night. Are you liking this, my Kane? He is as Kiska, see his pelt so gold, a golden son, so lovely yes, so beautiful in the dark.)
I smiled softly, gently, my form already grown tired for indeed to birth even one is a thing most harsh upon myself. Yet I have borne two before and it seems I will do so again this night, the pain within myself great once more as I allowed my head to rest again, knowing most well my Kane would watch us this night, our son and I as I strained and whimpered in the darkness once more to bring the second child to the world. I moved once more as I had done for my Forfax, leaning around to take this child, this beautiful girl and Princess, coloured in the black of her older sister and Father and yet she held the Mark of our line, cinnamon upon the darkness before it was her pelt became blonde as her brother. She wears a cape of gold, our daughter, so beautiful, so lovely, another gift, it would seem, from the blood of my Kane. I placed her beside her brother of blonde, guiding her to the milk that ran so rich and ready for she, my children, so perfect, so loved.
“Sit nomen eius Ariel at leo.”
(Her name should be Ariel, it means, the Lion.)
For she wears the colour of such and holds a mane of cinnamon. I smiled softly, weakly once more, most sure indeed that this was to be all, another son, another daughter and I cannot ask for more than this, each child cries and struggles with life and health and I am most blessed this night I know as I lay my head once more to rest. I did not expect what came, my eyes grown wide with surprise as again I felt myself stir within. This cannot be so, I have never birthed a third child and indeed perhaps it was given to alarm myself this night. I am tired and sore, though still I am not as I was before, the exhaustion that saw the birth of my other children does not hold my frame in this way, not this time, as if perhaps it was fated to allow me the strength to bring life to this final child as my body pulled and ached and pulled once more, whimpers and whines given to fall from my lips as I struggled indeed to bring the last of my children to this world. He came just as the others, my tongue sweeping across him as my sides heaved with effort to draw breathe once more and the rain continued to fall. He was as his sisters and his Father, a boy of black and cinnamon, a large boy, this one. My son, my fourth son and another Prince upon this land. I laid him with Forfax and my Ariel, shifting once more to allow my Kane to see our children this night as I rested at last.
“He is being for you to name, our son of black and red, he is as you, this I know, he is for you to name, my Kane.”
I rested now, the world silent once more, the night deep and dark and cool- and well. All is well as I knew it would be- and the rain came down and how beautiful it was.
8 Years || Mate to Kane || Mother of Achilles, Sage, Solaris, Forfax, Ariel & Haziel || 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.
