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.
I never tried to care when I wanted to IP: 70.92.66.213 Posted on September 25, 2013 at 11:41:28 PM by mangekyo
I cannot say that these mists do not appeal to me, they are good for vanishing without a trace, something that can become useful in some situations. I can be even more of a Nightmare in these depths, haunting and yet never caught unless I wanted to be, so maybe if I just get over the fact I had been stolen I might see the full picture. Midnight black coat seems to corrupt these pale Iromarian mists, as if they themselves wanted no part of me, it doesn't really bother me. I'm used to being thrown the cold shoulder, or being chased after because someone likes the thought of me as an ally. Every time though, I end up just on my own again. My strength lies in my ability to survive as a single unit, because I need no pack to watch my tail, I need no conformity as my brother does, and yet sometimes I miss all of it. Still I refuse to belong under someone's rule again, after the events of my last pack life I will not allow it, I will not let myself be used.
I was used and then used as a scapegoat for my loyal services, and in turn packs had only become increasingly more jaded to my mind, something to avoid, something to be feared maybe, not by me but others should fear them, after all you can never know who is all lying in the den with you. There could be a rattlensake in the guise of a wolf, waiting to strike and infect you with their vile poisons. Once I had been a proud general of war, something that everyone in the pack respected, but not anymore and never again. I don't desire to have every pair of eyes watch me with rapt attention, no the thought of it just sickens me now.
Hopefully I'm not expected to remain here for long. Although it admittedly wouldn't be so bad, I could simply vanish into these mists if I wanted. I can haunt them as they sleep in their dens, just morph out of the depths of the swirling foggy white mass of mist, maybe they will know me as I truly am then. The faint silver looping my neck like a twisted necklace chain blends in with the mist as if the mist had tried to worm it's way into my very form as a counter attack to my corruption. Maybe that's what will happen during my stay here. Maybe we will bend away from each other even as we try to rip each other apart. I may not be the bulkiest but I know where to best throw my weight, I can locate weaknesses, but I will leave the first move to these proclaimed demons. I don't need to have the biggest muscles to come out on top, I just need to be in tune with my own attributes perfectly, and that is something most wolves cannot do.
Despite myself I am feeling...intrigued. It is something I have failed to feel for such a long time. I can never tell if such a thing is good or bad, but whatever this leads to I know something will change soon. I can not tell if the change will be for better or worse. Soon I shall find out I know this fact, but it is not perhaps fast enough for my tastes. I have never claimed to be the most patient of wolves.
I can sense that another is close, it is something that after everything I have gone through had ingrained itself into my very deepest instincts. Russet coated toes press deep into the Iromarian soil, and I set about in tracking this strange presence. It does not take me long to face the direction that he is approaching me from, and for once I am not immediately adverse to a wolf that hails from any kind of pack as I so usually am. Instead I only feel a deep sense of curiousity and intrigue for this wolf of the mists. Surely there must be a story behind all of this. This stranger wore a coat of snow and shadows unlike mine of blood and night. My coat is tainted faintly in faint touches of moonlight as well.
As he is close without infringing on my unmarked spacial bubble, he takes a stance that seems almost ...too...submissive. I have done nothing to get such a reaction unless he's like the demonic chewtoy or something, and I give my head a shake as if telling him he need not bother with such a thing. Words spill forth and my ears are attentive, I am quick to understand and formulate my own answer. "I thank you. You can call me Mangekyo." My words are smoothn and deep but almost like I was trying to hide something like a lilted voice, and yet I can tell he too was not talking as maybe he is more used to. That is none of my business, but maybe it does hold my attention longer than he might have otherwise.
mangekyo
Sometimes I feel like a monster sometimes I feel like a saint
And I love the way you kill me love the way you heal me
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.
