Nymeria |
None
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Kalseru |
Vortigern |
None |
Moonfeather
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None |
None |
Yuki |
None |
None
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Viserion, Myrcella
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Eldrax
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Rhaegal, Tychon, Alagai, Paxton, Visenya
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Drogon, Icarus
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Greywind, Rhaenys, Arthfael
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Bastille, Samus
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Dandelion, Semele
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Daenerys, Sleekwing, Tyrion
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Mêlée, AshitakaEmer, Bran, Jabari, Vaella, Cadeyrn, Berwyn, Nerys, Jubilee, Ashur, Reine, Icarus, Kricket, Navarre, Leilani, Jakuta
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None
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Vhagar
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Diveen
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None
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None
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MoonGlow, Alcide, Sorcha, Fjallraven,
Pan, Grayson, Ravenna, Niviaq |
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
- - Nymeria
❥ Pregnant | ^ Pending Promotion | ✘ Stolen | Away
IP: 203.214.154.76
Posted on December 4, 2013 at 12:37:07 PM by Heyel
 Who the hell moved this damn mountain so far away?! Last time I checked it didn’t take me this long to get there, in fact, I am entirely sure it was a hell of a lot closer, who do I have to talk to about fixing this? I’m the damn King of this place, you’d think I’d get better service then this and yet all I’m left with by the time I get to the mountain, let alone manage to scale halfway up the blasted thing, is aching paws, screaming muscles and the feeling I might be about to have some sort of lung collapse. I am still fit, believe me, but in the middle of winter, walking this far and at nearly nineteen years old…well hell…..it’s not that easy. I do however take pride in the fact that oldest male in Moladion or not….I still got here and did it with a little flair, after all, it might not be the entrance I desired yet it’s an entrance all the same, stumbling and slow as it is by the time I actually reach the place Spirane houses it’s wolves. I paused momentarily atop the rocky outcrop I’d reached, white pelt and frame near invisible in the falling snow as the violet of my gaze, as sharp and clear and youthful as they were when I was barely a year old, taking in the sight before me. Truly….it reminded me of Solevion….of Boneclaw and of much, much younger days when there was no mountain high enough to stop me from climbing to the top, when I used to near run the distance between it and my own packland and when I used to scale the cliffs of Trenus and sit so I near touched the heavens themselves. Once. A very long time ago. When a white and red wolfess used to sit beside me and sing her song to the sky, when I used to look down into the Ravine of Paracon and catch sight of a towering black male with the blackest pelt you’ve ever seen and not a single one of the grey hairs that pepper his features now. The world I knew, the land I commanded have been gone a long time and yet for some reason, some part of me still clings to it. The other half damn well wishes I was back in my den with Zen, curled around her, sleeping the winter away. My breath recovered I stepped forward once more, maybe I am old, but I’ll be damned if I let that stop me doing what I desire, moving to walk further into the pack land that has long been allied to my daughter and her mate, stepping lightly over the snow, breaking into a momentary lope before I caught the scent of the one I had come for, as strong and clear as it had been the day she came into this world. Reyja. My first ever child, eldest of my daughters, a perfect and beautiful gem whom had crawled onto my paws when she was barely hours old and who I had long watched over, though I am sure she hardly knew it. I came when her first children were born, my granddaughters, I missed the birth of Ragnorok (stupid name for a puppy) and I was determined indeed to at least see her before the birth of her next litter to the overgrown rock she has taken for a mate and soul. Fate, I think, has a funny sense of humour. I slowed once more, moving into the cover of the tall pines that dotted the area, the scent of the pack heavy here as I lifted my head, letting my howl ring out, echoing about the pack land with the authority it has always held, summoning my daughter and grandchildren. I have been away far too long. The Assassin King |
Replies:
- Open Sinners and False Saints - By Zildjian December 10, 2013 at 02:03:26 AM
=I'm on Top of World= - By Neveah December 11, 2013 at 01:48:00 AM
= I Dropped My Halo = - By Heyel December 21, 2013 at 09:03:17 PM
Just ran out of bandaids - By Rejya December 22, 2013 at 03:49:00 AM
Livin' and Lovin' Indeed We Trust - By ZigZag January 14, 2014 at 07:49:23 PM
=I'm on Top of World= - By Neveah February 2, 2014 at 02:30:49 PM
= I Dropped My Halo = - By Heyel February 2, 2014 at 11:50:40 PM
Archangel In The Aftermath - By Zildjian February 12, 2014 at 04:42:08 AM
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| Return to Top **Any position may be challenged for at any time. Please privately contact Nymeria and she will decide the type and style of challenge appropriate to the rank. Abhorsen - The Wielder: Alpha female and Queen of Spirane. Her word is final in all matters. Vows to protect and lead those who call the mountain home. Her Council Belgaer - The Thinker: Second in Command, this wolf is the Abhorsen's most trusted compatriot and confidant. In the Abhorsen's absence, they are able to speak with her authority. Saraneth - The Binder: Chosen mate of the Abhorsen. They can settle pack disputes, accept members, assign tasks, and leads the pack during hunts, in times of war, or in cases where the Abhorsen is not present. Scion - The Successor: The Abhorsen's heir, training to one day fill her paw prints. This wolf must become adept in multiple trades. This wolf is expected to become proficient in healing, fighting, hunting, diplomacy, and thievery. They are expected to lend assistance to any of the other ranks if ever needed. The Bells Dyrim - The Speaker: Lead diplomat and is often times sent out to maintain good relations with allied packs. Charged with educating the Ambassadors in diplomatic ways. Astarael - The Weeper: The commander and lead warrior of the pack. Charged with teaching the Berserkers the art of battle. Clayr - The Seer: Charged with the pack's health, and in teaching the Shiners and those who wish to pursue the art of healing. Kibeth - The Walker: The leader of the Guard. They are the foremost line of defense, charged with securing the borders and bringing pertinent information from within and without the pack to the appropriate wolf. They also lead the Outriders. Ranna - The Sleeper: Assists the queen in guarding from theft as well as advising her of news and gossip from the whole of Moladion. Charged with teaching the Mages about theft, secret keeping, and overall sneakiness. Allowed to make and block steals. Mosrael - The Waker: Caretaker and storyteller of the pack, also the head pupsitter. Often times this wolf will look after the pack's youth and educate them of Spirane and Moladion's history. Leads the Remembrancers in pup watching. Charter - The Power: The master hunter of the pack. Leads and organizes all hunts and teaches the Falconers the art of the hunt. The Classes Berserkers: Warriors and hunters of the pack. Falconers: The pack hunters Mages: Thieves and secret keepers of the pack. Allowed to make and block steals. Ambassadors: Diplomats of the pack. Shiners: Healers of the pack. Outriders: The pack scouts who bring all news of happenings across Moladion back. Remembrancers: Wolves of a kind nature who look after the younger wolves of the pack. These wolves may wish to learn more about healing, but this is not a requirement. Bairns: The young pups of the pack Amateurs: Youth of the pack still finding their place Kinfolk: The general populance of the pack Elders: Respected retirees who still offer wisdom and insight |
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