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.
{Angels are Bright Still} -Birthing- IP: 124.171.7.196 Posted on March 10, 2014 at 08:18:03 AM by Isola
Calliel: The Angel of Thrones, ruler of the second heaven, for there is more than one paradise, if only we seek to find it. For she was courageous above all.
It would seem indeed that so many of my children are destined to be born in moments of beauty. Achilles had come to this world in a storm, Sage and Solaris born at the first touch of the suns light, Ariel, Haziel and Forfax brought to life at twilight and the downing of the sun while Sango, Hope and Pheadra had come by the rays of the moon. It would seem that this birth is destined to be the same, these children fated to arrive in another moment of beauty and yet I am being most assured their conception aloe had been a glorious thing, conceived on the night of my own victory, upon the soil and earth of the land I had won and bled for, created by my Kane and I in the depths of winter snows and frosted water on the night that I had stood before she whom would take what is mine and left her to bleed upon the earth, the night I had shown all whom cared to look the power of that which I am beneath this guise of benevolent calm. Perhaps it is fated as such, that children conceived in victory should be born to melting snow and spring sun, born within the warmth of the day when the sun is high and the sky is clear and the world is filled with newness and damp earth and air that is being most cool and crisp and clean this day. It is, I am thinking, the most perfect of days.
This birth is not as the others, my pups of last year sent now from my den to make space for those whom will come, my Kane and I most blessed to bring life forth once more. Always my Kane is here at this time, always he has looked upon the births of his children and indeed it is that my muzzle is pressed against his own as I move to rest against the den floor, safe within the warmth and darkness of this home we have made, this den at the base of our throne and the place to which all my children have been born and indeed if all is being right within this world I am thinking perhaps, in time, Achilles own pups will rest within it one day. There is pain, for always this must be so, the price to be paid for the life of those whom stir within, each muscle aching within myself until a whimper should be drawn from my lips and yet…..I have birthed before, many times, each has been painful, each has seen my form broken and spent and yet it would seem at last that the Angels above are being fit to grant to me a birth of ease as my head falls softly against the feather and pelt lining of this home I have made, allowing my body to do as it must, to do what I knows and bring the first of my pups to this world.
It is a moment of silence and quite in which I turn, eyes resting briefly upon my Kane before I reach to take my child, to lick it clean and stir life within. A girl, a princess draped in snow and earth and gold, her marking so like my own that indeed a smile most delicate is given to touch my lips as she is held close and tight in these moments and the violet of my gaze is given to rest upon the markings that adorn her face. She wears a crown of gold, as her Grandmother before her, Kiska, Mother of my Kane, though indeed it would seem out own child wears not the same half-crown, but a marking in full. A child born and marked in victory, my daughter, our daughter, this thing so precious. She is placed beside myself, against my side, pressed close to the milk she will need before I seek my Kane once more, words soft and quite, spoken in the latina as is our way. A child should hear the language of her blood, before the language of her land.
“Calliel vocabo Angelus throni placet mihi Kane?”
(I will call her Calliel, the Angel of Thrones, do you like this, my Kane?)
It is fitting I am sure, for a child born to lead and a girl so loved as my tongue once more washes over her before my body stirs again, this moment of rest taken from myself as always it is. Yet this time I am stronger, this time I am given to hold energy still and indeed I am…peaceful this day, calm, content for it would seem that my battle with Purge has changed more then the marks upon my fur. I am not whom I was, I am something more, I had felt this within myself in those moments in which she had held me to the floor and I had taken her jaw in my fangs and shattered it with the force of my own. I alone am Alpha, I am Queen. I do not bow, not to her, not to any and not to the pain of birth any longer. My children are being my own and those of my Kane, they are born to this land I have fought for, born to lead when we no longer can. My Kane and I have both fought and bleed to allow them to be born to the glory of Diveen and indeed this is a strength within itself, a strength that sees my second child born this day, into the dappled light within the den. A boy. A little boy- a son. He too is taken to my paws and cleaned, life stirred within his veins until he cries with health and my tired eyes urn to my Kane, paws shifted to show to him our son, marked in white and black and russet, a blend of ourselves, my muzzle lifted a final time to my mates own as he watches over within the dark, as always he has done, my Kane, my love, my forever and my always.
“Israël in eo velim dicere, mea Borther enim Azrael Nomina eadem sententia.”
(I should like to call him Izrael, for my Brother, for Azrael, their names hold the same meaning.)
The Angel of Death, though in all death, there is new life, all things begin and end with the Angel Azrael, called Izrael, for he holds many names, this Angel, and it is for my brother this day that he is named. Perhaps he will never lead as he so desired, yet always I am thinking there will be a Prince of Diveen to carry this name, always.
“Are they not most lovely my Kane? Always you is giving to me the most beautiful of children…always.”
Izrael: For each generation must hold an Angel of Death, for in all death there is life and there must always be a guardian of this. For he was brave where others faltered.
Queen of Diveen || Soul of Sen || Mate of Kane || Mother of 11
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.
