AbhorsenThe Wielder
Nymeria
DyrimThe Speaker
None
BelgaerThe Thinker
Kalseru
SaranethThe Binder
Vortigern
AstaraelThe Weeper
None
ClayrThe Seer
Moonfeather
KibethThe Walker
None
ScionIn Waiting
None
MosraelThe Waker
Yuki
CharterThe Power
None
RannaThe Sleeper
None
AmbassadorsDiplomats
Viserion, Myrcella
ShinersHealers
Eldrax
FalconersHunters
Rhaegal, Tychon, Alagai, Paxton, Visenya
BerserkersWarriors
Drogon, Icarus

OutridersScouts
Greywind, Rhaenys, Arthfael
MagesThieves & Spys
Bastille, Samus
RemembrancersCaretakers & Historians
Dandelion, Semele

EldersHonored Retirees
Daenerys, Sleekwing, Tyrion
KinfolkThe Pack
Mêlée, Ashitaka
Emer, Bran, Jabari, Vaella, Cadeyrn, Berwyn, Nerys, Jubilee, Ashur, Reine, Icarus, Kricket, Navarre, Leilani, Jakuta
BairnsPuppies
None
AmateursIn Training
Vhagar

NehimaAllies
Diveen
YraelGuests
None
OrannisEnemies
None

The TombsOur Fallen Family
MoonGlow, Alcide, Sorcha, Fjallraven,
Pan, Grayson, Ravenna, Niviaq


News 08.08.2021
Change was long overdue in Spirane. Now that I have learned who is still an active presence within the pack, the ranks have been updated. As I once took time away from the pack, so too now shall Kalseru. Know that she is still second in command of the pack, as is reflected in her rank. Once you are familiar with the new ranking system, if you would like to change positions or move up in the ranks you need only ask. Let this be a time of new life in Spirane, and a promise of great things to come!

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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The mountain is quiet when I finally return to it's majestic summit. It is late in the night, and the sun has already
faded beyond the horizon, leaving the sky a deep dusky palette of violet and cobalt. The first stars are a smattering
of silver sequins, and the moon is a sickle that dangles overhead, and though it's light is slight it feels pleasant and welcoming
across my back. Blood blankets my shoulders and neck, staining the sterling hue a near black color in the long-casting shadows.
It streaks down my brow, burning in my eyes and trailing down my cheeks, though it has finally stopped oozing from the wound.
The gash is swollen, skin puckered around the ripped flesh and it hinders my sight, clouding it.

But I do not need my vision to find my way home. I can scent the crisp mountain air, feel the cool wisps of Winter's first gale
brushing against my fur and offering some relief from the throbbing aches that wrack my frame. I indulged myself in the aroma, felt hyper aware of the texture of the Earth and stone beneath my paws, resonating up through my body, as if the mountain itself were whispering in hushed archaic languages that need no tongue with which to speak. This was My Home. My Mountain, and I have fought and paid for that Right in Blood.

Pride swelled in my breast, I had taken on an adversary and won. But a small part of my Soul grieves, for in those wild moments locked in battle with my opponent, I had felt a darkness rise up in me. An anger, a hostility I have never before felt. Somthing inside me had changed... was I still a Shamaness? Can I be a Healer And a Warrior And a Leader all at the same time? It's true I can
It's true that even now, I can feel the Arcane thrum of the Earthen Spirits, their energy waxing and waning in a constant ebb and flow, but some part of me feels unworthy now. Tainted, somehow.

But I am too weary to dwell upon the matter. I needed rest, and a Healer's touch. I wondered if Alcide would be there to greet me, or any of my Children... Or anyone for that matter. It seems there are some disgruntled individuals within Spirane, and I knew I needed to get my act together. I owed the members of the mountain pack a Debt, my service and my protection as their leader. I would not disappoint again, not ever. I would make my presence Omnicient, everywhere. No one would go ignored or unnoticed again.

I never wanted to spill a packmate's blood again. A threat is one thing, but a family member was another entirely.

I would not fail the pack, I will do them proud, I will do right by them. I vow it.

I rose my tiara, tipped back my head and let loose a glorious, beautiful call. A Victory Howl and a Summons, feeling the need to draw my pack close to me. Too long we drift apart, it would do us some good to bring the pack together to celebrate this small triumph.

I wished to discuss some things with them, hear their thoughts, and take council with my trusted members to decide what measures I might take to make their lives fuller, more active, and better for all.



Celena Corona Di Spirane ~ Shamaness ~ Alcide Holds my Heart ~ Orca Sleekwing and Swallowbane Are chipped from my Soul




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**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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