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.
= I Dropped My Halo = IP: 210.84.2.245 Posted on September 23, 2013 at 06:45:12 AM by Heyel
What, was it staring at? Honestly do all children just stare? Is it there go-to expression? I rather hope I was far more intelligent then this as a child, or at least, when someone spoke the ancient tongue I did not merely stare blankly at them in some sort of attempt to amuse myself as I can only assume she is doing. She cannot possibly have not heard the words before, many within the pack speak them and indeed they are meant entirely for the purpose she herself considers in her own mind. It is so Assassins may speak freely without fear of their plans being overheard. The Latina is the language of Angels and Assassins alike, it allows us to speak, even in battle, while keeping our plans to ourselves. I suppose, really, it was hardly needed here and yet quite honestly it is the language of my home, it rolls from my tongue so easily and so quickly I often forget to cater for children not born from my line although I cannot say entirely that this girl seems totally vacant, something almost akin to understanding seeming to dawn on her features and within her gaze. Hmm, maybe she was intelligent, or at least perhaps, she had something in that realm going for her. How rare a find these days. Her gaze seemed to shift a moment, losing some of her childish stupidity, replacing such a look with something almost akin to cunning, one eye lifting slightly in amusement at this odd little child I had found. Maybe she was not a total waste of space. Maybe I had raised twenty of my own children and ten or so others as apprentice or adopted into my life- yet honestly, I have never truly liked children all that much. I find them bouncy, irritating and wasting of my time in general, although I suppose I will admit to having an all-consuming love for the ones I have watched over, some indeed I have guarded for generations. Eris came to my side as a yearling, she lived in my shadow until she met Castor, I watched over her the night she bore Ava and Micteca in this world, I made them my own when Eris died, watching over what I had left of her in them and indeed, only last year I stood over Ava as she bore her children to this world, Anselm, Eden and Ayal. Generations I have guarded and fathered in one way or another.
Her sudden speech caught my attention once more, ears pricking forward once more as I shuffled slightly closer to peer over the edge of my heated rock and down towards the damn hole she had made in my own personal patch of paradise, violet eyes watching her critically as she proceeded to fill in the hole with her tiny paws. Indeed I had hardly expected the girl to actually answer the question, let alone attempt to repair the damage, a small smirk allowing the side of my lip to quirk, once more vaguely impressed although I hardly saw any reason to vocalize such a thing, features shifting into a frown at her final words as I snorted, eyes rolling.
“Darling, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t want new growth. If I wanted something to grow there I would have left the bush.”
Nor do I particularly care to have a lesson in soil health, I couldn’t care less about it and yet I suppose it is mildly impressive that she knows such things. All right, I didn’t entirely hate her, more so I am old and grumpy I suppose and yet my attitude truly has never changed when it comes to children, I have always been critical, especially of the ones I actually think have potential. Consider it a test of sorts, if I can make her cry, I have no further interest in her. As it is however I find myself appreciating her attitude, there never was a useful child yet without a bit of ego. Truly I hardly know why others seem to try to breed it out of their children. There is nothing wrong with eg, arrogance and ambition and indeed the three ‘fatal flaws’ as they are known, are in fact, the very reason I remain, well, the damn best thing to have ever set foot in all Moladion. I am every single one and I make no apologies. I am better than any who have ever come against me and the world damn well knows it. I just proved it when I reigned. They are fatal only in the wrong wolf, only in the wrong blood, in the right line and the right creature they are weapons of unbelievable power and potential, you just need to know how to use them. The girl spoke then of her parents, my head tilting slightly.
“Hmm, yes I know them both. Sarin fought for Diveen in the war, I like him well enough, your Mother however, well…….”
I left it there, curious indeed as to how she would take a vague insult to her very blood. Truthful I knew little of Katsumi or Sarin, I knew only that the Mother was imprinted to a wolf of Iromar and indeed if the stories are true she was silly enough to get herself abducted by them, her equally stupid imprint also apparently incapable of actually keeping her prisoner. I pity the children of that union, fortunately, it would seem this…Calico benefits from her sire’s blood and indeed perhaps I judge Katsumi to harshly- I doubt it though. It is my job to know everything and the only thing I see in the future of that family is a wonderful break-up. Oh well, hardly my concern. I turned my attention to Calico once more, perfectly devious little grin upon my features, one that indeed displayed I knew secrets I hardly wished to share on the topic of her parents before I spoke once more.
“Well go on then, amuse me-.”
I paused mid-sentence, rolling easily onto my back, regarding her from my new position, attempting to warm my stomach in this manner as I inclined with lazy grace, one forepaw reaching down to take a swing at her, simply seeing whether I could knock her down for the fun of it before finishing my sentence.
“-why are you here? Have you come to bask in my glory? I hardly mind if that is the reason, I quite like to bask in it myself.”
I smirked. You have never met anyone like me Baby Girl- I assure you.
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.
