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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None
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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
IP: 70.182.97.238
Posted on April 11, 2014 at 01:42:31 AM by MoonGlow
 
Mother. He had called me mother. A small smile crept upon my lips. I was undeserving of such a title as that, not from him, for whom I have been painfully absent when he was in most need. "I..." My voice is a cracked whisper, hardly audible. "...am proud to call you Son." It was all I could say, all I could offer, and I hoped it was enough. And then my silver knight was at my side. He was my Morning Star, my Evening Star... the light the guided and kept me close no matter how far apart the world had separated us. I let out a breathy sigh as his warmth envelopes me, his strong powerful legs slipping beneath my figure to tenderly cradle me close to his chest. I turn and burrow my face into the hollow of his chest, inhaling deeply of his scent as all fear is erased, replaced by the all-consuming Love that burned between us. My Spirit feels the soothing balm of my Imprint's nearness, and it is as if the sacred connection drives out the pain, numbing it and making me feel Whole even if my temple of flesh was left in tatters. "I knew... you would come, My Love. I'm... Sorry..." I whispered between shallow gasps. A shrill cry is heard then, and the pale tawny figure of my youngest appears in my peripheries, the broken-hearted wail of a child in distress causing me to lift my head despite the immense effort it took. Lavender gaze focuses upon my little Haven, and one paw reaches out to scoop her in close to my chest where I can coddle her close. Others come now... one by one flooding in to circle me. I can feel their pain almost as raw and brutal as my own wounds. Tassel sways gently with the appearance of Niviaq, who had served me so loyally and well. My eyes upon her tell her there is nothing for her to be sorry for. There was no salve that could fix this. She was an amazing healer and I wished I had the strength left to tell her so. Snowshoe and her cubs came next, and she valiantly offered comfort to my own babes. My eyes go to her, knowing she is the only nursing mother in Spirane. I worry about the future of my youngest cubs, whether they were even safe to stay upon the mountainside. I cannot entrust the lives of my cubs to the woman that now robs me of mine. My eyes seek hers, my prior opponent now my ally and sister. Tend to them My eyes seem to plead. Until such time they find safe refuge or can fend from raw meat. Other faces shift in and out of the gathering, Attu and Isola, Kane and even Heyel. Crown lifts higher for another moment as my gaze meets that of my fellow Queen. I nodded to her, from one Queen to another, One Sister to Another. Her offer was greatly appreciated and again I cursed this weakening body, the windpipe too battered to withstand many words more. I knew my older children would see that my newest litter was kept safe-guarded, and that they too had a Haven to seek should Spirane no longer welcome them. And then, at long last, the faces I wanted to see most finally appeared, as if my final prayer had been heard- and answered. My Eldest Daughter Orca, quickly followed by my pink-painted girl Ceal, and then Idunn and Sleekwing. I let them come to me, bundling the youngest girls in close to me just as I had with Haven. Ceal's sobs are heart-wrenching, and it cleaves my soul in twain knowing that I cannot stop her pain. Idunn was more defiant, putting on strong face. She had the heart of a warrior, and reminded me so much of her grandfather Thunderbone. My muzzle drifts sluggishly to each of them, tongue rasping a slow kiss upon each of their foreheads, each a potent caress filled with all the Love I could possibly imbue into the gesture. "Shhh.... it's ok. I am Here..." I spoke soothingly. And then, there is a touch, feather-light, at my back. I struggle to glance across my shoulders, but mothers' intuition tells me who it is. "Daenerys..." I breath her name, a soft summons... wanting her before me where I could see her beautiful cameo. When I can see her face, my amethyst gaze becoming crystaline clear if for only in this moment, and I call on the last of my energy, my voice for the last time flowing with strength, confidence and an otherworldly wisdom. "...My Daughter... there is so much left unsaid. So much I wished to do together.But take heart, You have much of your grandmother, Boneclaw, within you. You were born for greatness... Never forget this. And know, that I am Always with you..." She scope of my gaze broadens, to encompass all of my children within the bright burning violet of my eyes. "I am with you Always, my children. Even if you cannot see me, even if you cannot feel me or hear my voice. I am at your side and we will met again in our dreams. I love each and every one of you... a Mother could never be more ...more...." The tremor begins again, the strength ebbing as swiftly as it had come. the last word is hushed, hardly murmured, but resnonant as if it had been shouted to the whole world. "...proud." My head falls against Alcide's chest. Eyes falling closed as the clarity of their depths is snuffed out. Breathing comes short, shallow. Each one a painful effort. My eyes look to the moon, haloed in rainbows against the cobalt sky. And then I see the bright shining spirits, the tongues of the Great Ones once more speaking to me. My heart jumps with joy within my chest, and I can hear my mother's voice , my father's primordial howl, beckoning me... calling me home. "Can you hear that, my Love?" I whisper against Alcide's cheek. "Walk with me... Let us hunt among the stars...." And with a final breath, embraced in my Lover's arms, I let myself slip away, my Soul shrugging off the shackles of it's broken body and hovering a moment as I await my Alcide to join me. Together, we ascend into the Aether, where we will never know Pain or separation again.  Celena Corona Di Spirane ~ Shamaness ~ Alcide Holds my Heart ~ Orca Sleekwing and Swallowbane Are chipped from my Soul |
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- 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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