Summer has arrived. The world has been well at peace, and others seem to be trying to take advantage. They believe we are lazy and complacent. We are no such thing. Remain vigilante, friends and family.
Give your congratulations to Maiko. She has been promoted to Blizzard; she earned it.
We also have an activity check going. Please reply so I can make adjustments accordingly. Check will go for an entire month so we can hopefully capture everyone.
As always, if you have need of me, do not hesitate to find me.
= I Dropped My Halo = IP: 124.149.97.45 Posted on January 17, 2014 at 09:53:14 PM by Heyel
I continued to wait for the boy to either tell me what he wanted or for him to simply leave me the fish he has brought and go away. I have raised near fifteen of my own children plus grandchildren and great grandchildren, my patience for youth is truly beginning to run out and really this boy is a little old to be seeking playtime from his grandfather isn’t he? I shrugged the thought away all the same, content to at least offer him a little more then his sir surely does, after all, I have as much faith as Azrael as a father as a bird has in it’s ability to swim. This boy, at least, had made something of himself and that is begrudgingly respectful and truly I cannot say I find disdain in his presence. I would rather go to sleep and yet I suppose I can indulge the boy for a time. I allowed the depth of my violet gaze to rest upon him as he sat, eyes roving over his frame. He was adopted that much I knew, no grandchild of mine has born colours quite like this before, despite my children’s apparent love of mating with anything wearing a black pelt. The white continues to seem through and were this boy truly of my blood he would bear more then the touch he has. To whom his real parentage is I cannot say and yet I find the thought intriguing to say the least. I ignored the thought for now, attention wavering towards the offering her brought. Maybe I do like the boy after all. All my progeny should bring me offerings I think- perhaps it will catch on.
I smirked lightly at the thought, lifting stiffly to my paws once more before leaping down to the grassy floor, striding towards the leaf-wrapped meal, jaws parting to seize the trout before I leap back atop my heated stone. The warmth is truly appealing these days, the seeps into muscle and bone and truly after the winter sometimes it seems as if much of that chill remains still, as if with each year less and less is given to thaw from within myself. I moved to lay once more, resting the trout between my paws, half inclined to help the silly boy if only for the fact he had brought me something, violet gaze eyeing him once more, enjoying his use of the word sir and yet the information he seemed to be asking for brought a ready scowl to my features, jaws pausing, about to take a bite into the meal he brought when the mention of his sire saw my teeth snap shut against each other once more, features contorting into a look of obvious disdain.
“You want to talk about your idiot father?”
I suppose I shouldn’t really call my son an idiot in from of his son and yet the boy is hardly a damn puppy, I am entirely sure he is capable of seeing what children often do not- the truth. Azrael, from what I hear is actually a rather decent Father and I take full credit for that, anything else however is simply a personality flaw. I suppose I should hardly be surprised that this is what he desires to speak of and yet I am loath to do so. I….dislike talking about my eldest son and heir. I do not remember, not truly, when it was our relationship was given to….slide. I love my son. I always will. That will never change and yet he and I will never see eye to eye, he will never be what he should be and that alone will forever grate against me. I sighed, a growl lacing my throat all the same as I turned the fish over, evidently content to start from the tail end, entirely unaware that I was foiling his plan as I did- or at least content to rather annoyingly begin from the end without the medicine, taking a single bite from the tail. Hmm, I have always liked fish.
“I hardly know what it is Azrael has told you, if anything and yet I am entirely sure whatever it is was incorrect. He was a child, younger then you, children are emotional, he never understood and your Father was, let us say extra emotional although I am sure you are aware of that. He should have been born a girl.”
I snorted once more, tail flicking in agitation at the thoughts alone as they moved within my mind. So many years later and I am still angry at the boy- just as he is still angry at me for what I did that night and yet, perhaps, a part of myself is frustrated at, well, me…because I could not be what he needed, I couldn’t be who he wanted and he was right…..he’s been right along and yet am entirely to stubborn to admit it- nor will I.
“Do you know how long I wanted a son for Meryl? When your grandmother gave birth to her first litter I was delivered three daughters and I have never loved anything more then I loved them. Yet every Father longs for son, no matter what it is they say and when, a year later, I was delivered three sons and two more daughters I was delighted. I named Azrael. I gave him that name for it is the Angel of Death. I did not give him that name because I wanted him to cause havoc upon this earth or become an assassin to be feared. I named him Azrael, for in death there is life, because all things start and end with Azrael. He and his brothers were the beginning of something more.”
I frowned slightly, how long has it been, truly, since I have told this story? I shook the thought away, whatever faint smile at that memory that had settled upon my lips dropping quickly away.
“Azrael was….not what I expected, not truly. The first time he saw blood he fainted. The Prince and Heir and he fainted, Meryl. He refused to do anything I told him and yet for his mother he would have leapt the moon had she asked. I tried to teach him to be what he needed to be, I tried to prepare him to lead when I stepped down and yet he was….delicate and weak and so soft-hearted he was near useless. He annoyed the pack wolves no end and started fights with other children. I have never had that many mothers complaining to me about a child of mine before. I was close to Zeivah though. He adored her and he never….seemed to want to spend any time with me.”
I shook my head once more, so long, so long since these memories have been thought on.
“He was…a year old I think, when the meteor fell from the sky. Trenus was in flames that night and all I remember is the screaming, even now. I saved as much of my pack as I could, lead as many as I could to safety and yet in the end there was only two left. Zeivah and Cat Eye. I only had time to get to one Meryl…just one. Cat Eye was my imprint, she was my soul and Zeivah was my heart. How do you chose between that? How do you let one burn? You know the choice I made. Everyone does. Zeivah died along with my sons and Azraels litter brothers, Kael and Lucifer, they were with her, in the den. Azrael never forgave me for his Mothers death- I never forgave myself. I have never loved anymore more then I loved my mate and I let her die. Every time I see Azrael, I see her. He has her eyes, exactly, perfectly, he even walks like she did. I cannot bare to look at him Meryl.”
I let my mate die. I killed her and every time I see his eyes I see her and he will not let me forget, he will not let me rest and leave that memory behind. She is in his eyes. I’ve had enough of this story. I sighed once more, pulling the fish closer to myself though I hardly felt the need to eat, jaws parting to seize the tail end once more, pulling another strip free before my gaze cut back towards the boy.
Lightning Queen
The Queen of Diveen. She may accept all challenges and block any steal. She is the sworn protector of the pack and all who reside here.
Thunder King
The Lightning Queen's mate and second-in-comman. He may accept any challenge and block all steals. He may accept new members. This position cannot be challenged for but is currently empty.
Whirlwind
This rank belongs to the closest advisor to the Lightning Queen. This wolf can block steals and accept new members. When there is no Thunder King, this rank may accept challenges. This rank cannot be challenged for.
Stormfront
These wolves are the protectors of the borders and are personal guards to the Lightning Queen. They may help to gauge new wolves and are essentially the domestic protector. In certain times they may be called upon to resolve domestic disputes, but generally they are tasked with watching the borders or staying close to the Lightning Queen. At times, information may need to be brought to the Stormfront who will personally deliver messages to the Lightning Queen.
Quake
The Quake is the lead warrior and in charge of the Tremors, who make up the brute force of the pack. This wolf is a protector of the borders and may accept new wolves. They may be called upon to help gauge a new member. They train the Tremors. Haze
The Haze is the head thief and secret keeper of the pack, charged with acting in the pack’s best interest and operating with a low profile. They train the Mists. They also act as a scout, relaying and finding out information. They work closely with the Tsunami. This wolf may block steals. Monsoon
The Monsoon is the lead healer and caregiver of the pack. They are tasked with healing wounds, assisting with births, and making sure that the pack remains happy and healthy both mentally and physically. They may also be called upon to boost morale through storytelling or other means. They train the Rains. Tsunami
The Tsunami is the lead diplomat and peacekeeper, tasked with protecting the pack from internal and external strife, as well as form treaties and ally with other packs in conjunction with the Lightning Queen and Whirlwind. They report directly to the Lightning Queen, and train the Tides. Blizzard
The Blizzard works closely with the Haze, but is more of an information gatherer. They may act as a thief at times, but are largely tasked with spying and scouting, reporting their findings to their superiors. Hurricane
The Hurricane is the head hunter of the pack. They train the Wind and organize pack hunts.
Rainbow
This wolf is the joker of the pack. Their job is to bring a smile to everyone's face and try to keep a light mood. They will be tasked with caring for pups and keeping an eye on them. They are the keeper of all types of fun and games for the pack. Gale
The Gale is concerned mostly with keeping track of the history of the pack, collecting stories and learning of events that might have happened long ago. They might tell history as stories to pups or create events in honor of those who have gone before.
Tremors
These wolves report to the Quake and make up the protectors and warriors of the pack.
Mists
The agents of the Haze, these wolves are tasked with maintaining order through more secretive means.
Tides
The Tides are diplomats and report to the Tsunami, they may be tasked with updating treaties or contacting allies.
Rains
These are the healers and caregivers of the pack, and they report to the Monsoon. They may be called upon as healers or babysitters. Winds
These are the hunters of the pack, responsible for feeding each member. They report to the Hurricane. Snows
These are the scouts of the pack, reporting to the Blizzard- they are involved with information gathering, both internal and external, and may be called upon as guerilla fighters of sorts should the time come.
Dusk
The general members of the pack, those who have not yet chosen a path or rank. However, they are still highly valued and may be called upon for other things.
Twilight
The apprentices of the pack, pups older than one who are in training.
Dawn
The innocence and the future of our pack.
Day
Esteemed guests of the pack.
Sun
Those allied with the pack, to be treated with respect and offered assistance.
Moon
Those who shine down upon us and guide us with their light.
Eclipsed
Those who have proven themselves enemies of the pack, they should not be trusted.
