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.
The pack board has been updated. If you wanted to remain a member, let me know either on here or Discord and I'll get you back on the board. Otherwise, let's have a thread!
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.
By the hands of doom IP: 69.129.201.54 Posted on October 9, 2013 at 04:48:26 PM by Chael
On the wings of death, by the hands of doom By the darkest light from the darkest moon Crossing silent seas over mountains high For we stand as one tonight - Dragonforce “Valley of the Damned”
Chael froze at the approach of another, and flattened his stomach to the ground. He was now regretting deciding to steal food. That was harmful, wasn’t it? To steal food that his pack could be eating… At the same time, he was somehow excited. Finally he could figure out what his pack needed! Chael opened his mouth to utter quickly words of explanation, but he never got the chance.
No! Impossible, was that a voice? And speaking to him first?! Chael looked up with wide, confused, and possibly distressed eyes into the red lined face of The Minos. But- but, she shouldn’t speak to him first! Chael was so stunned, his jaw slackened and the piece of alligator fell onto the ground. She was apologizing now? To him of all wolves? He was beyond himself with… with shock! In fact, he had no idea what to think, and he simply stared at her as she laughed at him.
Well… that was good? He had provided amusement at the very least. Chael decided that her talking to him first was a mistake, and that she had simply been too impatient for him to respond to her presence and so spoke first. After all, climbing the ranks was something Chael could not do. For one, he was impure and marred with white. His logic was faulted, as here in front of him was the beautiful Chernobyl of exceptional rank, but she was also one of the Fallen. An exception and that was all. And two, he had always been the wolf for other to vent their frustrations. He couldn’t change. He wouldn’t. He liked his job, he thought. He felt it was honorable. So, he flattened his ears and tightened his lips at her, hoping his submissive behavior would remind her that she was above him.
He watched helplessly as she gazed at the food he had selected, and he thought he might toss it at her when she licked, but also knew that his plan was otherwise. He was supposed to run away with the leg and get chased by a couple of his pack mates, and then beat up when they caught him to scold him for taking what wasn’t his. So he prepared himself to snatch up his fallen piece of meat again and make a bolt for it, but her raised her head, disinterested in this bit of food.
”It- it’s leg,” Chael told her quietly in the common tongue, his rhythmic accent coloring the few words he said. He was unsure of what to say given the situation he didn’t know how to handle. He was relieved he said something though, because he felt the stress of her greeting him first ease. This was better; she was standing, and he was crouched by her feet. All was well. He inched his nose towards the bone he had grabbed, hoping it was go unnoticed that he was going to take it again, but she surprised him again by offering to eat with him. Chael’s ears perked towards her and he raised his head, though he remained laying down.
When was the last time he had eaten with a pack mate? At first, Chael was suspicious because he had never been offered to eat with those of higher rank, but she appeared to really want to have a conversation with him. He watched her walk away to find a scrap, and Chael stood and lowered his head to pick up the leg bone. He followed her at a trot. He didn’t miss the grimace of pain that flashed across her features. He knew it was from her healing wounds, but he didn’t know how to help that, however much he wanted to.
He lay down next to her and set the food gently between his paws. He stared at it, and then looked to Chernobyl. She had to start eating first, after all. He debated a moment whether or not he should speak in the common dialect or in the ancient language, but decided to speak in the tongue she had started their conversation with. So he nervously asked, hoping that he was making ‘good conversation,’ “… Are you recovering well?”
He wasn’t sure if he was asking about the war or not. It was the first thing that had popped into his otherwise stumped brain. Conversation. It was a strange concept, but Chael was capable. If that was what was required of him, he’d do his best to please. Still, his confidence had been shot since this was exactly the opposite of what he had intended before. After he adjusted… maybe he would be able to find that talking with Chernobyl would come easily. Already, he was thinking she seemed a fine lady, having offered to eat with him and all.
CHAEL male // 9 years old // 36 inches // iromar // servitor // imprintable // toulouse
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.