Nymeria |
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Kalseru |
Vortigern |
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Moonfeather
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Yuki |
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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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Vhagar
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Diveen
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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
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Posted on January 14, 2014 at 09:25:07 PM by ZigZag
I was my own wolf. I would not allow myself to be labeled as an Angel, nor a Demon, nor anything in between. I would not be stereotyped or discriminated against simply because of my blood. I am ZigZag, nothing more or less and yet somehow it felt better to know that I simply am, rather then to continuously wonder what I am not. As a young woman, I moved with all the serene, cat-like grace of my mother and grandmothers. My figure had filled out to provide a sleek profile full of delectable, eye-catching curves in all the right places. I was a fair creature to be sure. A Beauty in the eyes of many beholders, though I am quite unaware of it. From my father, I boasted the blood of Giants. Of Barbarians and War-Heroes . He was Zildjian, Son of Lucian, one of the great Bohemuths from Old Moladian, and Zildjian was every bit as big and brawny as his sire before him. I can’t say I sported such girth or the raw brute strength to the same degree, but I was inch for inch just as tall. I towered over other wolves my own age, dwarfing the females oft-times by a head at least with ease, and then the fellas by a half a head or more. I never really got to know a lot of the other cubs in Spirane, I think perhaps they found my sister and I a little intimidating. Certainly the boys did. I wasn’t all that bothered by it, finding I preferred solitude to the company of other wolves. After learning the reality of the concept behind ‘Angels and demons’ I guess I felt as though the world had been trying to lie to me since birth. It was hard to take anyone seriously… like all my Life I was lead to believe such fanciful creatures truly roamed these hillsides, only to discover it was a bunch of grown-ups playing dress up and make believe. And to think, wars had been fought and wolves had been killed, all in the name of silly nonsense! I was disgusted. At least the wolves of Spirane didn’t live under such false idols and Beliefs. These were sensible wolves, and I was glad that my mother and father had chosen this as their home to raise us in. I was happy my younger siblings would be raised here as well, away from such atrocious fraudulence. I meandered along a gradual slope in the lee of the mountain. My mother’s den was close at hand and I knew her to be sleeping inside, nestled close to my two new baby sisters. I would stay in Spirane for a short while, a few weeks perhaps, while Mother regained her strength and I could help keep an eye on the youngsters. Then I’d leave again and go back out into the free roaming lands of Moladian. Then I’d find a Life of my own to Live, seeing as all childhood dreams had been thoroughly crushed by Reality. For now, I eased down towards the spring head that gurgled out of the rocks and flowed the rest of the way down the mountain as the Aplos River. The water here was the clearest and most fresh tasting, and I knelt at it’s edge to gaze into the clear depths, lips pursed to drink in the succulent, life-giving fluid. 3 * Forgotten Seraphim * Cherub of Zildjian x Reyja * No One's Life-mate * No One's Soul-Mate * Nowhere Is my purgatory 
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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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