THE MISTRESSALPHA OF IROMAR
Ruby

CHIEFIN WAITING

Apollyon

DEPUTYTHE SECOND

Avery

COUNCILADVISOR

None

TROOPERBEST WARRIOR

None

STALKERPROVIDER

None

MEDICDOCTOR

None

ENVOYDIRECTOR OF DIPLOMACY

None

GOVERNESSPUP SITTER

Adrian

SNOOPTHEIF & SCOUT

None

CHRONICLERSTORY TELLER

None

SOOTHSAYERSEER

Beltane
SoldiersWarriors
None
HuntersHunters
Shaddix^
HealersHealers
None
DiplomatsDiplomats
Sidhe

SpiesSpies
Ruby^
TeachersTeachers
None

ChildrenYoung Pups
None
MembersGeneral Population
Cae
Najira

AlliesAllies
Taviora
Glorall
GUESTSGUESTS
Ramos
Maris
EnemiesEnemies
None


News 03.28.20

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.

- - Avery



+ = Pregnant | ^ = Pending Promotion | Away | /Captive\

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Just Another Stray...
IP: 70.182.97.238
Posted on January 17, 2014 at 03:13:29 PM by Faline

... Have You Seen Her... Just One Stray Cat...


Damnable Leaches!

I pluck one of the fat, globby blobs of slime-covered blood sacks off the dead carcass of a gator that was left to rot in the depths of this foul smelling marshland. it's plump body rolls across my tongue with a sickening smacking sound, and I can feel it's round sucker face attempting to latch onto the inside of my mouth even as my fangs squeeze into it's middle and it's whole body bursts into a delicious twang of copper-flavored blood. The gushing, gooey hor deurve slid down my throat in a single fluid motion, and my pink tongue drags sanguinely across my lips. I savor the flavor, though my lip curls into a sneer of distaste with the texture.

The acrid aroma of Death and rotted meat hung heavy in the humid air, a smog that nearly made me choke on the fumes. Flies buzzed in a black mass around the shredded cadaver, and buzzards circled lazily in the sky overhead, eager to covet the meal I had driven them from.

It was a small gator, probably less than a year old at only 3 feet in length. Its stomach had been torn open by larger teeth, one rear leg wrenched off by what I can only imagine was a far larger specimen of it's menial Kind. Now it lay stiff with rigamortis, belly up in the noonday sun, with only the insects to lavish of it's loss.

Such a loathesome creature, a throwback relic to some forgotten age. A simple-minded, crude machine of instinct, hardly worthy of existing at all in the same World as my Perfect Predatory Self. It’s very presence was is insult. I can say I've dined on far worse beasties then this though. I turn the creature over with one golden-cream paw, one lip wrinkling up in distaste as I see the eyes of the gator have already been pecked away by the carrion birds. More Leaches covered it's back like wriggling tumors, and it's scaled hide was riddled in pock-marked gouges from sharp beaks.

There wasn't enough flesh left to dine on, all of the reptile's innards had already been robbed by the rats and birds and parasites. The Bayou seemed to be an efficient house cleaner... scraps were never left long. This fellow had already been dead for several days.

I let out a derisive snort, Viridian green gaze flashing iridescent lightning. Certainly this boggy wasteland had a better feast to offer an inveritable Goddess then this? Astute eyes tilt up once again, scanning the topography, tactfully dissecting my surroundings as I reach out with all my senses. This place, this Moladian… I’ve heard tales of it from the vagabonds and nomads in the vast Wildernesses beyond. Either they were greatly exaggerating about its Greatness and majesty, or this was one of the far less desirable pieces of Real Estate.
They spoke of ‘Demons’ and ‘Angels’. Ha! Such fanciful ideas… Rather amusing, really. Demons? Truly? I’d like to see such things… There is very little left in the world I find entertainment or delight in. I’m certain whatever these wolves were I’d find them disappointing and lacking, pale embers beneath the raging inferno that is my Glory.
Certainly, if Demons feel that this is the sort of place to create their dark palace and fulfill their dark purposes… they were already falling short of Impressive. Just because you come from the Underworld doesn’t mean you must exist under a wet, slimy rock, right?
Paws propel me away from the alligator’s corpse, discarding it with a final leering eye, as I transgress the boundary marked in the wreak of malevolent wolven scent. A Goddess without trepidation, I pay the markers little heed, corsets slithering across the border in a hypnotic feline sway of feminine hips and shoulders. Sex appeal oozes from every pore, a scintillating gyration of motion. Majestic crown is held high and confident, ever observant of what lay before and behind me. My tassel, slightly longer in comparison to my body as most others of my kind, allowed for extra leverage and fine-tuned balance.

Nimbly, I navigate the radical terrain. An agile hop from a partially submerged log, to a network of tree roots half exposed in the algae-covered bank, twining down like a ball of mating snakes into the murky water. Late afternoon sun sizzles off my back, rippling across the golden russet brindling like flames dancing in the breeze. I land on the other shore with delicious poise, taking a moment to give myself a quick once-over, ensuring that not so much as a toe was tainted by the filth of the stagnant water.
Satisfied, lips part to taste the air, detecting the fresh aroma of Wolf in the air. Seems as if Something Wicked This Way Comes. A small trill of laughter spills elegantly from Cheshire lips; looks like I’ll get my first glimpse of one of these so-called ‘Demons’.
I do hope they’re not too boring….



Tigress ~ 5 Lives Lived ~ My Pride ~ My Cat's Meow ~ My King Cat Daddy~

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PACK RANKS



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.
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