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
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Posted on March 2, 2014 at 00:51:49 AM by Moonglow
 
It took not so long, for the first wolf to arrive upon the scene. But his was not a face to be first expected. No, this was a wolf not yet properly introduced, and though I’ve detected his scent and spied him transpiring with a few of our more well-known members, I was fairly certain he had yet to be formerly initiated into the pack. Still, I welcomed his presence with a soft, if not exhausted smile and nodded my head to encourage he come forward. ”Merry…Meet…Nootau” I speak in friendly greeting, though I must indulge in an inhale of oxygen between each word as I fought to catch my breath. ”I wish…it could have been… under better circumstances…” I settle to my haunches, no longer able to fight the screaming of sore muscle and torn tendons. It had been a kind gesture, for him to offer me his aide despite his lack of knowledge in the healing arts, but I shake my skull politely. ”Niviaq, our Healer will hopefully arrive soon, but I appreciate the offer.” Taliesin appears on the scene then, a vivid copper flame against the sparkling snow. I can sense his distress, see the displeasure and duress in his eyes when mine raise to meet his forest gaze. But I am too worn to form any kind of apology at the moment, for the misgivings I seem to have a knack for accumulating within the heart of the young man. My eyes are dulled in the aftermath of battle, and inside I hide the hurt that his unhappiness imbues. It might be subtle, but I can feel it permeating off him in waves, as my sensitive Shaman nature delicately picks up and the vibes of anger rolling off of him. But I force a bit of spark into them as I cast the lad a rueful smile, ”Well, I’m not all in one piece, but I made it just the same.” And then Alcide is there, placing a paternal touch upon Taliesin, it makes me happy, to know at least one of us has spurned a bond with the boy. Then he comes without so much as a hitch in his step, circling my figure and making a thorough scan before stepping up beside me and placing a tender lick upon my cheek. I return the kiss with a little lick of my own to his muzzle, though mine lack so much enthusiasm due to my current condition. I sigh as he cleanses the blood from my vision, and I lean into his comforting touch. I close my eye, as the wound scouring it throbs with pain renewed, but it was a necessary hurt, and after a moment I could see a little clearer albeit I had to wince. Then another alabaster figure appear, carmine liquid blooming like roses across her visage, and a lump grew in my throat as I felt the horror of the vulgarity I had inflicted. ”Snowshoe…” I exclaimed breathlessly, standing once again and moving to her without hesitation. ”I am so sorry, dear one.” I speak, genuinely apologetic as much as concerned. I had no reason to inspect her injuries, for I knew nearly as intimately as she how they’d come to be. I drew up alongside her, not as an alpha but as a friend and a healer, extending my muzzle to clean the wounds along her neck, the very same I had placed there myself only hours before. My own were momentarily forgotten, as the need to provide and protect overwhelmed the need for Self Preservation, and after rigorously lapping away the blood that still flowed, I took pause to speak to her. ”I am so pleased to see you’ve come back. I feared you would not after all that has happened.” My brows furrowed then, my lips drawing a thin line, but not directed at the snowy girl before me. ”I am sorry that I have neglected you Snowshoe, I have neglected the whole mountain and from this moment I will do my utmost to rectify that. “ I nodded my head firmly and turned to Taliesin. ”Taliesin? Would you please call for Niviaq… I believe Snowshoe and I are both in need of her services.” I bid of him gently. Then I glanced back to Alcide and Nootau. ”My Beloved, Nootau, would you please assist us to my Den? I believe I still have some poultices and herbs cached away there, I will see to Snowshoe’s treatment myself until Niviaq arrives.”  Celena Corona Di Spirane ~ Shamaness ~ Alcide Holds my Heart ~ Orca Sleekwing and Swallowbane Are chipped from my Soul |
Replies:
- one step at a time - By niviaq March 2, 2014 at 03:24:07 AM
A heart on fire is hard to catch. - By noo|au March 3, 2014 at 07:43:13 PM
I won't give up on this heart of mine - By Snowshoe March 4, 2014 at 12:34:35 PM
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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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