THE GRAVEKEEPERALPHA OF TAVIORA
Moonshade*

THE KEEPER OF TRUTHSTHE CHOSEN HEIR

None Created

THE KEEPER OF SECRETSTHE SECOND ALPHA

None Yet Worthy
THE FOREST COUNCILTaviora's Most Achieved

THE TUSKSLEAD FIGHTER

None

THE JAWSHEAD OF DEFENCE

None

THE HORNSSENIOR TEACHER

None

THE EYESTHE INFORMANT

None

THE DARK DWELLERTHE HEALER OF FLESH

None

THE SOOTHSAYERTHE HEALER OF HEARTS

None
NIGHTWATCHERS
Dexter
Citlalli
DAWNSTRIDERS
Talien
Eztli
DAYLIGHTERS
Sila
Mara Sov
Forrest
~Ophiuchus~
DUSKWALKERS
Nenetl
ANCIENT PINESOUR ELDERS
None
THE BRIAR PATCHOUR FUTURE
The Nursury is empty
THE SAPLINGSOUR YOUNG
Those growing into paws
THE WELCOMEDALLIES
Zelda, Midna, Beltane, Menkhet
THE BANISHEDENEMIES
None

THE SACRED TOMBSOUR SPIRIT GUARDIANS
| Roamin | Sen | Rhae | Iblis | Moth |
| Seamus | Morrigan | Paisley | Jinan | Wraith |

Announcements as of July 28, 2021

I have called you, and you have answered my call --

Do not mistake my silence for weakness, my forest kin. For I am willing to defend you with my fangs and claws, until the days come when am no longer able to. Keep an eye on the borders for Zelda and her sister Midna, because I will welcome them back into the flock on the day of their return.

The flood has left our forest home in a sorry state of disarray. I shall not tolerate this. Summer is here and we must rebuild our dens in time for winter. There is a lot of hard and dirty work ahead of us. But we shall face it together, as family, as a pack. Let's get back to work and then we shall hunt. I hunger for a feast.


From your new Alpha --

Moonshade, the Gravekeeper of Moladion

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Posted on March 23, 2014 at 03:03:29 PM by SIREN


Siren
Siren
One year | No Love | No Soul | Iromar Demon
I will be heard

She had heard of the Taviora multi-pack hunt. She had also heard it was for three year olds...and that she was a year short. But that wasn't going to stop her from trying! She had to prove to her brothers and everyone else that she is worthy of the Demon throne, and what better way than going off to a group hunt with all the packs? She snuck out of Iromar quite easily, her form as small and she was able to walk through the muddy bogs and, possibly, cover her scent. She was quite pleased with her little escape, going throught he brush and all that stuff. She thought she was a genuine, though she likely left tufts of little black hairs everywhere on the border due to her clever attempts. It mattered not, she was going to this...sleepover! Yes a sleepover! And no one was going to stop her!

She knew the others might question her being there...she was indeed a small girl. She was even smaller than the typical two-year old, how was she supposed to compare to looking like a three year old? She would simply have to act confident and insist she is three and just a...runt. Which is accurate, she is a runt! Her tongue flapped out of her mouth as she dashed around Spirane. She had seen the tall peaks of the mountain from her home, always towering over her. As she ran around it, she could help but slow in the field, looking up upon it as the sun starts to set. Her yellow eyes fall upon it, a small frown touching her lips as her ears fall back. A place she was never to go. In fact, she wasn't supposed to go anywhere...she was supposed to be confined to the smelly bogs. Well.. she isn't today. After a moment of hesitation, she continue on, her legs long for her proportions running once more.

As she edged closer to the land of trees, she wasn't quite sure where she was going. She had hardly left Iromar, and she has certainly never been in this direction. Her yellow eyes began to shine with a touch of worry. Sure, she was a relatively brave her, at least she thought, but she wasn't immune to uncertainty of new situations. She gulped as she slowed along the edge of trees taller than she had ever seen before. Her eyes lift up, glimmering in the fading light as she almost felt dizzy. She was...so small and everything else was so big. Her black paws trotted forward, coming upon a tree most big as she begins to sniff it. Her nose flung back as she smelled the scent of other wolves, foreign wolves and her tail couldn't help but wiggle between her legs. What if...she is in the wrong place? She whines slightly, nervously looking back and forth. It was only a moment later when she heard a call, her dark ears perked and listening to the tune. A smile peeked onto her dark visage of blood and black. There! She was close! She sprinted forward, her breath heavy and panting as she went towards the call.

The world so strange, and beautiful really, comes to a halt as she views the two wolves before her. It was where the howl seemed to originate, but she wasn't for certain if they were the ones. She slows to a trot, yellow eyes diverting and looking around the pretty new place. She didn't want to stare at them, or seem like a threat, and as she got closer, she allowed her smile to beam across her face and her tail to wag happily behind her. Her ears fell a bit, her head lowering, just in case she was in the wrong place and not welcome, at least she would be...cute and unharmable? At least that is what she though as she confidently, and yet shyly, stopped before the two. One was dark...like her! But the other...the other drew her eyes in, drew her to stare for a moment as she felt her fur go on edge. Was this...an Angel her parents have talked about? She gulped before speaking.

"Uh...Hi! I...I am Siren, and I am here because...because of the...uh...hunt! Yeah! Am...am I in the right place?" she said with her voice pitched high, cute quite truly she was, if she wanted to be or not. Her voice was laced with innocence, touched with uncertainty with still glad to be here. Her eyes drifted back to the female, but ultimately she couldn't seem to tear her eyes from Solaris quite yet. She...had never met an Angel before. They were her enemies, and they were...bad, but Siren...she just wanted to make friends, and she had been closer to heaven before! It can't all be so bad, right? They will have to let her hunt, even though she is small, right? She... she didn't want to go back home yet!

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THE FOREST RANKS

THE GRAVEKEEPER

The Alpha Male of Taviora. He will accept all challenges and block any steals. He has taken an oath to protect all within the forest, alive and dead.

THE KEEPER OF SECRETS

This will be Moonshade's chosen co-alpha. They will also be able to accept challanges and steals in order to defend Taviora.

THE KEEPER OF TRUTHS

This rank will belong to the chosen heir of Taviora. This wolf will probably share Moonshade's blood. This rank can be challenged for if you believe that you are a better candidate for the job.

THE FOREST COUNCIL

Although the Alpha's have the final say in all matters, Taviora is still a pack, we are still a community. These wolves are the most senior members of our ranks. Their role is to guide, serve and protect. All of them have earned their place here and they should be respected at all times. Every position on the council can be challanged for by a subordinate pack member. However the council has the right to block a pack member from gaining the position if they have concluded that the individual has placed their own selfish desires before the best interest of the pack as a whole.

THE TUSKS

The packs lead fighter. One of the strongest and bravest in our ranks. They will answer the call to protect the forest if either of the Alpha's are absent.

THE JAWS

The packs head of defence. They are our chief hunter and guardian to all within the forest borders. They know every inch of Taviora and every wolf within.

THE HORNS

The packs most senior teacher. They are responsible for teaching and guiding all of our young and new members so that they will reach their full potential.

THE EYES

The packs trusted informant. This wolf spends a lot of their time outside the forest borders, keeping their eyes, ears and nose peeled for news or potential trouble. Due to the secretive and dangerous nature of this rank, only a wolf that the pack can trust with their lives will obtain this responsibility.

THE DARKDWELLER

This is Taviora’s Head Healer. This wolf is responsible for treating the pack's wounds, injuries and illnesses. They are also expected to be one of the first on scene when a mother goes into labour. Along with their counterpart, The Soothsayer, they will train future healers for the service of our pack and our allies.

THE SOOTHSAYER

This is Taviora’s Head Counselor. Their knowledge of healing and herbal remedies are equal to that of their counterpart, The Darkdweller. This wolf specializes in helping us conquer the unseen demons in our heads and our hearts. They are also expected to help bring all children of the forest safely into this world.

NIGHTWATCHERS

Our trusted packmates that guard the borders while the rest of us sleep safely in our dens. If something is amiss within our lands, they should be the first to intercept any threat and call for back up when needed. Some might not call themselves soldiers, but they will spill blood if push comes to shove.

DAWNSTRIDERS

The most diligent and selfless of our pack. They are up at first light and leave our inner sanctum every few days in search of prey. They hunt far and wide in order to make sure none of us go hungry. While not out hunting, they are free to relax or assist the Nightwatchers, Daylightres or Dawnstriders with their tasks.

DAYLIGHTERS

This group will make up the bulk of our pack, they are our beloved family. They are generalists and commoners who are charged with looking after the most central and sacred parts of our home. Along with The Horns, they are expected to watch out for our children. We are happy to keep all within our ranks that love and respect the forest of Taviora.

DUSKWALKERS

Rumoured to be the most free spirited and independent members of our pack, they guard when no other eyes are available. They wander down all the winding dirt paths and have been known to explore into the freelands. They are envoys and ambassadors who assist The Eyes with their duty of keeping us all safe.

ANCIENT PINES

These wolves are older and have retired from active service. We thank them for all that they have done for our pack, however long or short their tenor was. They shall live out the rest of their years with the best food, shelter and company we can offer them.

THE BRIAR PATCH

This is the name for Taviora’s nursing mothers and their litters of puppies. Once they are born, at least one parent is expected to temporarily step down from their role in order to raise their pups for the first 6 months of their lives. An exemption can be made if another mother is willing to look after the young while the parents resume their service to the pack.

THE SAPLINGS

Too big for the briar patch but not yet old enough to be called a daylighter. These are all puppies between the age of 1 and 3. Pups can start their training from 2 and above if The Horns has found a suitable Mentor for them.

THE WELCOMED

These wolves are welcome within our borders anytime of the day or night. Blocking their access will be met with disapproval and possible punishment.

THE BANISHED

They are enemies of our pack and their presence will not be tolerated within or near our home. Those caught in contact with a wolf on this list will likely share the same fate.

THE SACRED TOMBS

Our brothers and sisters that have sadly left us for their next adventures. We give thanks for their lives and we send them on with all our love, hopes and dreams. Moonshade will accept the bones of any wolf that has ever called Taviora their home and will find them a special place within our hallowed grounds. Every burial mound is individual and sacred. Tampering or messing with one will not be tolerated. A crime against the dead will be treated as though it has been committed against a living pack member.

Remember, we are always watching from the shadows ...
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