Nymeria |
None
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Kalseru |
Vortigern |
None |
Moonfeather
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None |
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Yuki |
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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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Vhagar
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Diveen
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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 April 10, 2014 at 00:11:54 AM by Orca
 To Think I Might Not See Those Eyes
Makes it So Hard Not to Cry Even Blue, the Stellar's Jay that served as my Totem and loyal companion, seemed on edge and restless. He was flitting about in the trees with an anxious expression, cawing over and over in a cacaphony of avian alarm. He knew something was wrong also. We both felt it. At long last I had given up on the notion of sleep, knowing it was futile even if I still wished for it. I had to go home, I had to see, for my heart was gripped by a Fear I have never before known. A clinging desperation that robbed me of breath. And so I departed my makeshift den in Enocra Woods and made a bee-line straight for the far-off mountain summits. My grueling pace burned deep into the muscle of my legs, but I hardly paid it any notice in my haste. Blue flies ahead of me, seeming to be just as desperate, but I could not tell if that was of his own emotional turmoil or if he was simply feeding off of my own energy levels. Loping gate carries me all the way to Aplos River and upstream towards the lower slopes of the mountains. Spirane was in view, but it didn't even matter now. A blood trail appears upon the rocky earth on the mountain face, leading from the battle grounds and towards the heart of Spirane. My mothers' delicate fragrance was interlaced with the blood and I knew... I just Knew. My heart quivered, then gave a jolt as I bounded forward with renewed vigor. Long strides ate away the remaining distance in mere seconds, and already Blue was present, having landed alongside Mother's white raven, Orba. The scene unfurling before me only served to confirm my darkest suspicions and I sucked in a breath as maws fall short of the gathering. My younger brothers and sisters were already on the scene, as well as the Alphas of Diveen and even Heyel himself, all wearing expressions of forlorn sorrow. In the center of the group, I spot my parents, my Sire cradling my mother in his embrace with the most gut-wrenching expression etched upon the lines of his handsome face. My mother looked so fragile, and somehow smaller, tucked in close to his chest, her head resting upon his paws. The sight of her so horrific and humbling that tears immediately sprung to my eyes. I rushed forward again, though paws moved more delicately now as I picked my way between wolven bodies and finally slid up alongside my father and mother. Tiara falls and drifts close to my mother's cheek, tongue pressing into the plush fur and pressing gentle kisses all along the bridge of her nose. My Mother! My beautiful, amazing, loving Mother! She wouldn't have hurt a fly unless it was to protect her pack and Family... who could possibly be so heinous as to do this to her?! Stricken cameo seeks the gaze of my father, and then to the faces of those that surround us, I wanted answers.... but now was not the time. Answers would not spare my mother this painful journey. Answers would not defend against this heartache throbbing in my chest. I can see that there was very little to be done, my parents were going to a place I could not follow, and I cannot undo what was happening. A sob chokes in my throat but I hold it in as my newest little sister Haven cries at her mothers' side. I lay down before my parents, muzzle gently pressing comforting caresses against Alcide and Moonglow's paws and faces. "Mother, Father...' It was a plea, a prayer. "I Love you both... I... I..." I choked up again, voice falling silent for there were no words I could say to adequately express the sheer magnitude of what I felt in this moment. The Earth was tilting, shifiting beneath my paws and my world was going topsy turvy. I should have been here. Been here for them when they needed me. "I will make sure my brothers and sisters are taken care of. You have my word..." I breathed against Alcide's ear. Gypsy Rose * Black Magic Woman * 7 Years Wandering * Cast A Spell On None * Mesmerized by None |
Replies:
- I've a stubborn heart - By Ceal April 9, 2014 at 10:48:46 PM
~*Paper Flowers*~ - By Idunn April 10, 2014 at 01:16:20 AM
let me be your hercules - By sleekwing April 10, 2014 at 09:15:09 AM
- - i have never been nothing. - By daenerys April 10, 2014 at 09:40:58 AM
Heaven Is Never Enough - By MoonGlow April 11, 2014 at 01:42:31 AM
always. // - By ALCIDE April 18, 2014 at 09:55:56 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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