Get with me if you want to move up in rank. I'm going to change up the pack tasks for a little change of pace.
Congratulations to Adrian on her promotion to Governess. She will handle the guidance and teaching of our young pups in Iromar.
If you have a ^ next to your name, that means you're up for promotion so see me or send me a message on Discord so we can see where to move you. All others interested in specializing or getting a rank, let me know so we can figure out how to make that happen.
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I know I had a couple replies for the training with Spirane so I will be starting that thread soon. Stay tuned!
I am still working on an alliance with Diveen and Asteraia so stay tuned. If you have any information or would like to help, please let me know. If anyone has any ideas to promote activity within the pack, also, let me know. I am open for plots and such! Meanwhile, thank you all for your continued support of the pack.
there is a devil inside *birthing* IP: 162.194.108.148 Posted on September 24, 2013 at 06:17:00 PM by LURID.
"i brought you to life, so that i can hear you scream
Offspring; a descendant.
That singular word was the reason for so many actions and bonds that were forged throughout time. To the majority, children were a sacred and prized creature, a treasure of innocence with the capability to become far greater than their progenitors. Perhaps this was the reason why so many chose to bring forth another life into this wretched world, so that some day - maybe - they will be able to change it for the better or to alter the future of their own as well as those surrounding them. There was a chance that Lurid's reasoning for desiring such a thing would have been similar to these statements just two years prior. Mayhap she saw her children ruling a great empire or even simply living out their own dreams, no matter what they were. She did not linger on the reason why she had chosen to have her first litter upon her forthcoming into adulthood with her newly found lover, time flew by far too quickly for her to do that in that time of her life.
But now two years into the future, as she bears her second litter, she dares to ponder on the thought between contractions.
The pale wraith's once refined form now lay in a heaving, uncomfortable mess upon the dark and damp floor of her freshly dug sanctuary. She was now under lock and key within the heavily protected boundary of Iromar, a sacrifice she had given for the protection of her soon-to-be children. The initial concept of becoming a cog in the inner-workings of a pack was a bittersweet one; she desired the safety of her offspring first and foremost but she did not want to compromise any of her freedom. Of which two options, she chose the one more beneficial to her pups rather than her own self. Lurid may very well be the woman to kill first and question later - but her love for pups (of her own and of others) trumped any demonic passings within her mind. The thought of stealing the life away from one so young was appalling, a disgrace, something to truly be conscience-stricken for committing.
If she were ever to endure the same fate twice, she would be irreversibly condemned to insanity in its purest form. She would not have her own flesh and blood taken from her a second time and to threaten such a thing was nothing less than a death wish.
This was the chaotic order in which her mind now worked, always drifting between the realms of reality and her past, dwelling on such pain only to bring it to the present in the form of vehemence and revenge. Perhaps her actions were not right in the eyes of others, to have taken the lives of those innocent of the crime she burdened them with, but she held no remorse and payed no heed to such facts. She would aim her anger at whomever she wished until it was finally soothed. She did not wish to carry around such a burden during the new life of her pups though, it would only hinder them and that was not what she envisioned for them; she would not so easily allow her misplaced hatred to handicap her children throughout their lives. And thus, we return to her reasoning behind the want to create life again, though it is not an admirable one.
Lust; it was a thing worthy of being banished from her mental state entirely - for she was weakened in its presence, her mind completely lost to the want from her flesh. Such carnal desires were undeniable. It was this particular motive that drew her into the deceptive clutches of her present lover, if she could dare call him such. She did not know entirely what to think of him - she only knew that he was to be wary of, he had been capable of bringing her to break her own personal oath and talking her into his metaphorical bed that evening. No, this was no noble cause for bringing the lives of her soon-to-be offspring into the world, but she would be damned if that hindered their futurity.
Her mind is lurched back into the moment as a heavier, more painful contraction wracks her body. She was not prepared for this, not by a long-shot.. Her jaws clench tightly as she endures the spread of agony before she feels a slow release and her first child is brought into existence, the aftermath leaving a white-hot burning where the child tore through. The witch bites her tongue in an effort to refocus her brain on something other than the incredible ache at her hindquarters. She reaches for the child quickly after, tearing away the sac and clipping the connection before lifting the newborn and placing her gently at her teat. The blood from her pierced tongue dripped onto the slick fur of the pup, marring the beauty of her color with a red cloak. The sign of a morbid welcoming into this chaotic new atmosphere.
The time after her daughter's arrival allowed for her to admire such a beautiful young creature as she suckled greedily at her side. Her blood-smeared tongue caressed the young one as she made attempts in ridding her of the foulness that tainted her perfection before she assessed the damage done by her beloved girl. A stream of blood flowed slowly from her vulva and began to soak into the earth beneath her, tainting her own pristine white pelt with its color. The pain had not ceased though, as another surge of torment ensued with the next sequence of contractions. A pitiful whine followed the undesired suffering as her neck stretched out against the floor of the den, her breathing labored and her claws cutting rows into the ground.
Her eyes were shut for a moment that seemed all too long as her jaw clenched once more and with all her might, she pushed and pushed until she felt the sweet fruits of her labor. A release and another child laying at her rump. Instinct drove her to move, to do something about the pup's arrival, and so she forced herself to raise up on her elbows once more as she reached for the babe. Every movement of her muscles caused agony, yet she was swift in clipping his cord and devouring the sac he had been enclosed in, allowing him his first true breaths; a boy of ash and snow. With what remaining strength she had, she lifted him from his spot as he tried to crawl towards her and placed him directly beside her first born. Names were of little importance now as she took what little time she was given to rest, her side rising and falling with hindrance.
She would have begun to drift into blissful sleep if it had not been for the continuous strain of contractions that wreaked havoc on her pale form, she was so weary and wounded, she felt the desire only to rest and to wake to the sight of her beautiful newborns. But fate had given her one final gift, a third child, one less than her previous litter yet she would come to be thankful for this graciousness as she could not handle one more. The pain that now coursed through her every being was becoming numb as the time passed, waves of it would cause her to tense and jerk, otherwise it was merely a dull ache. Was this the coming of something far worse than just her injuries? Was she teetering on the line of consciousness? She knew that she had to fight and to give it one final go to ensure her third and final offspring was safe and by her side. She must.
The already torn flesh around her vulva did not make the process any easier but she pushed and fought it with all of the will left within her weakened body until she pup was brought forth. The shadow born; her only child of darkened color and yet so precious, so magnificent. The pain returned with full force though as she moved to aide this child too and she cried out in anguish, a guttural snarl ripping through her chest before she was able to clamp and tear at the forces still keeping the pup from her. Yet this one was far lighter than the previous two and with little effort was she able to relocate her to her brother's side. Breaths were coming short and fast paced as she was finally able to recline upon the earth, her hollow eyes staring blankly at the wall of the den as her three newborns were satisfied from the nutrients her milk gave them.
How could a creature born from agony and suffering become something more? A bastard child with no certainties in life other than the comfort of having a mother and a home. It was all that she could offer them now - but she swore.. she would achieve something greater for their sake.
lurid { fem }{ unbound }{ untouched }{ chained to demons }
Monarch
Pretty simple, Alpha of Iromar. Ultimate authority. What I say, goes.
Chief
The 'Co-Alpha'. He is her equal and has all the same authorities as she does. He is be respected and can take challenges and block steals.
Deputy
The Beta of Iromar. The most trusted wolf under the Alpha. Has all the same authorities of the Monarch in her absence. Second in command. Can block steals and take challenges.
Council
The advisor to the Monarch. One who's wisdom is often sought in matters of politics and war. Not necessarily an elder but someone the Monarch looks up to.
Trooper
The head warrior of Iromar. Shows the most skill in combat and has experience to back it up. Trains the soldiers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Stalker
The head hunter of Iromar. Shows the most skill in hunting and providing for the pack. Tasked with leading pack hunts and teaching the pups of the pack at designated times. Trains the hunters and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Medic
The head healer of Iromar. Skilled in herbs and emergency medicine. Tasked with checking on the Monarch/Deputy after a challenge and also keeping up with mothers around birthing time. Trains the healers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Envoy
The head diplomat in Iromar. Skilled in matters of politics and conversation. Intelligent and witty, this wolf keeps the pack together as one while reaching out to potential allies for support. Council is their direct supervisor. Trains the diplomats and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Governess
The guardian of offspring in Iromar. Skilled as a warrior and alert as a scout, this wolf is tasked with probably one of the most important jobs in Iromar, protecting the future of the pack and Moladian. They can watch the litter while the parents are off doing tasks, hunting, or just enjoying some quiet time. Can serve as guides for the pups, like having a full time guardian. Trains the teachers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Snoop
The head spy in Iromar. Skilled in maneuverability and blending in, this wolf must be a shadow when called upon. Tasked with finding out information about other packs or wolves when called upon, this wolf must be quick as well as witty, able to make anyone believe anything. Also serves as a thief when the need arises. Trains the spies and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Chronicler
The head story teller of Iromar. This wolf has done their research on all things Iromar and Moladian. They can give a good history lesson or spin a tale on demand when the younger minds call for distraction. Able to captivate an audience. May even help with speeches for the Monarch when necessary. No one to train but the pups or even adults of Iromar when they have questions or curiosity about the past. This wolf may even be called upon by the Council at times. Can block steals.
Soothsayer
The seer of Iromar. This is a special rank made specifically for a wolf with "the sight." Consider her an advisor/spy of sorts for the alpha and rest of the pack. She/he can gather intel from outside or supernatural forces. You don't have to believe in the magic of this ability for any wolf with this rank will be respected as a ranked member of the pack. Can block steals.
Warriors- Members of the Iromar army. Skilled in combat and overseen by the Trooper.
Hunters- Providers for Iromar. Skilled in scavenging and hunting.
Healers- Doctors of Iromar. Skilled in herbs and emergency medicine for those in need.
Diplomats- Extroverts of Iromar. Skilled in politics and overall conversation.
Spies- Scouts and thieves of Iromar. Skilled in blending in and masking themselves when called upon.
Teachers- Guardians of the youth of Iromar. Skilled in defense and culture. They shape the young minds of the future.
Children-The pups of Iromar. To be cherished as they are precious for the future of the land. Shape them and mold them into something we can all be proud of.
Members- Overall pack members of Iromar. Not specialized in a particular field yet but just as important to the population.
