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

Return to Lunar Children
I won't betray my Heart (Niviaq, The Birth)
IP: 12.148.104.100
Posted on March 20, 2014 at 04:50:31 AM by Snowshoe

so it begins. The pains had come on during the late afternoon hours. The black masked snowy wolf found herself unsure of what to do. She had watched so many before her have children and yet; this was her first litter ever. She was no spring chicken. She didn't know how to do this did she? She had a pack around her to help though. It is late in the evening hours before the first of her three is finally born. A little female whom is deep grey to almost black over her elbows and back. There's a pale grey mask over her face at the eyes and cascading down the cheeks and then back between her ears. It encompasses her neck from there on out to her shoulders. She had two creamy-white marks where there would be eyebrows just like Snowshoe's own.

Mother had cleaned her child off and gently nuzzled over her. She hasn't a clue now that her eventual blue-eyed child would be mute. It would make things interesting as she grew older and mother would feel for her child. Mute does not disability her really though; it only means she could not speak. The day would come when they realized this and hopes would be that it would not deter anyone from getting to know her. How did you figure out the mute though? Snowshoe had never been posed of that issue but it did trouble her that the girl was not crying out from birth. There were no little squeaks or squeals. It puzzled the snowy she-wolf but she would not tary long on the thought. She could not. The pains had already begun again as she pulled her ears close to her sculpted head and whimpered. A whine exhaling on her breath as she sat up and paced.

Never did she draw too far from the child but this one was coming faster this time. Too fast perhaps. He's a big boy from the feel of things and she's having trouble with him. She's pushing within a half hour again and growls and yelps pull from her throat. It's quite a toll on her as she finds herself on her side again and pushing him out. There's a lot of crimson liquid but it is not the child's own. It is Snowshoe's blood that pools around the child. He's a white child like herself as he slips free into the world. He's interesting though. There is a tan blanket that starts at his shoulders and extends to his rump. It stains down his shoulders and his thighs at that even. There are little flecks of white and grey that scatter over the tan blanket. Unique to say the least and gorgeous. His father is evident in him though as well, black extending down his chest and over his belly. There's black tipping even to his ears. One day his eyes will be a bright medium blue and dazzling amber gold. Mis-matched but beautiful.

She has a little while to rest and lets them nurse. She knows this isn't over though and there's at least one more wriggling pup in there. A litter of three and boy was she surprised. Two already into the world and one to go. The mother's work is not over but she gets to rest this time. She pants; sides heaving a little as she whimpers. The pain does not escape her and she knows that contractions will begin again. Snowshoe isn't appeased but she is in love already with her two children whom had been brought into this world. She has a moment to name them too. "You will be Apollinari and Arancione." She whispers the names to the little female and male whelps. Perfect in her mind for them.

It isn't over though; she's felt those pains again and while the whelps are almost asleep now, she pulls herself up and moves them. Away from the blood and slime. They shouldn't have to lay in it. She nestles them further back into the den she's chosen and curls around them. She doesn't have long before she'll need to be giving birth again but she has these precious moments to bond with them. A mother and her children. Love. This was love wasn't it? You bet it was! A yelp escapes her though and finally, she calls out for help. She can birth them alone but she'll be so weak and she'll need help. She'll need Niviaq and Snowshoe knows it. She knows there's so much blood. She's no tall wolf and there's already been so much tearing. There's at least a pup to go and she doesn't know the state of her thoughts when this is over. Her body is already feeling the toll of it. The child is threatening to bring itself already into the world and she's panting hard again.

Sides heaving once more, she knows the time has come. She drags her body a little ways from them but she lets her body heat still be felt by them. They would know their mother hasn't left them even if she isn't curled around them. A mother doesn't want her little ones to be surrounded in her own crimson liquid and slime though. She turns her body from them so that her head is closer to them now and her rump away from them. This would protect them a little more from the slime and gunk. She's already done what any mother would do and gotten rid of their birthing fluids and the likes. Like any wolf, it's what they do. It's instincts more than anything else. It might be disgusting but it was nature's own way of taking care of things. It was instilled in the brains of all female wolves and canines. Snowshoe was no different in that even though she was a first time mother, the instincts were there.

The child finds his way into the world finally and he's a cute thing too. He's interesting in color though. He's a mess of what seems to be black, grey and white. He's black from his muzzle down over his back. It extends over his shoulders and thighs. There's grey covering the rest of his body right down to his paws and white extending from his muzzle to his tail on the underside of all of him. There's a little white smudge that extends along the bottom of his nose that extends on down his muzzle. He's definitely a very unique little boy. The mother smiles though as she does what all mothers do, she's so very weak. She has managed to clean him off and drag herself over to the two whelps again. She brings the boy with her before collapsing weakly around them. Her body shakes; quivers running from her spine and throughout her body. Everything ached and the pain was intense. Whimpers cascaded from her muzzle as she whispers his name. "Sciathan." Snowshoe's vision is blurry from the pain and the weakness she has of the blood lost.

She's not in dire danger but it isn't great either. Still healing from the battle she had been in, the snowy female just wasn't ready for this. Maybe this is why her child didn't cry. Maybe she had been the reason within that battle that her child couldn't speak; couldn't cry. Her children seemed healthy otherwise but just that little one didn't make a sound. It worried the mother and she felt awful but what could a wolf do? Her choices had been made and it wasn't like she could take it back now. She could not re-write the past happenings. A mother could love her children though and Snowshoe would. Another cry for help though it is weak and she wondered if the wolf would even hear it. "Niviaq." She cries softly. "I need you." It was almost a whisper then but she had hoped that at least the healer's name had made it to the she-wolf.

Replies:

Post a reply:
Name:
Subject:
Message:
Password To Edit Post:







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
Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->