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.
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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.
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{Angels are Bright Still} IP: 124.149.168.216 Posted on May 28, 2014 at 10:04:48 PM by Isola
It is within these moments that I am given to feel my Kane beside me, the dark of his pelt matched against the snow of my own as it is his voice is added to mine in these moments most terrible that will be given to taint my memories for a time most long. Yet he is as the mate he should be, his voice affirming my own, unquestioning of my decision and as such I am more affirmed in it’s rightness. This is being my Kane’s own Father, my Uncle, the grandfather of my bloodied and hurt child and to look upon a King once so proud, one whom protected so many others for so long and see indeed that he has succumbed to whatever it is that rests within himself and turned against his own is a….sad thing, a devastating thing and I know well my Kane will suffer for this so greatly, as even I myself will. Devil is family, trusted for so very long and yet indeed in these moments I cannot allow him, cannot permit him- for to have the blood of my own child spilled upon my earth is a sin I will not tolerate, one my Kane too- will not accept. He has turned upon Vidar before, attacked Ruvindra of Iromar and now it is, after my Kane and I had offered to him a final chance, that he has turned so truly against us. It would seem indeed that the force within my voice and that of my Kane sees him hesitate, sees him step back and indeed within my mind in these moments, that which is dominant, that which demands I am given the respect that is being my own in the very lands I owe is given to snarl once more, each ste forceful and assured as heckles lift and dance with violent intent upon my spine, my Stella and Eden given too to hold their ground in a manner most pleasing before it is Kiska comes.
It has been some time since the wolf of night and gold whom is so well seen in our children’s colours has walked amongst our lands, the vision of her a thing most surprising and yet my mind is assured only of that which must be done, tail lifted high upon my spine as another snarl is brought from between my teeth. If it is I can take a female the size of Purge and bring her to her knees, I am assured the same can be done for an aged male. This is my pack, these are my rules and I will see my will carried forth this day. My supposed benevolence can only carry so far, my patience is not unending and the presence of my pack in Stella and even Eden is a welcomed thing as Devil yields, that rage within myself quelled perhaps in these moments as his form is submissive, turned from myself, taking off after Kiska though indeed I cannot bring myself to wonder as to where they may go, if it is they will be safe. Another growl hisses within my throat, tail given to lash with discord, displaying a side so very unseen within myself as I am given to stand tall once more, turning to move back to my Calliel, assured Stella and Eden will not allow Devil to return should he attempt to do as much. Yet it is the words of my won sire now that stop me.
My form of red and white is given to turn back towards him now, my own tail lifted once more as it is he dares to stand as an Alpha in my presence and for a moment indeed my mind holds confliction. A child is submissive to their sire and dam- it is the law of nature and of wolf and it would seem my form is given to remember this, hesitation touching my features and yet it is for barely a moment before assurance graces the delicacy of my frame. I am not a child. I am not a puppy upon a mothers teat and I am not my Fathers to command like a favoured toy. Once more my heckles are given to lift, meeting his stance of dominance with my own though my mind remains numbed with shock in these moments that Heyel would do such things in the presence of pack. His words are…cold, biting and for a moment my eyes, as violet as his own, are given to widen in shock. My Father has never spoken to me in such a manner, never dared to show such authority in my presence and I….I…..I will not tolerate it now! Aged wolves it would seem, are given to suffer within the mind, growl coiled within my throat before my teeth are given to lunge towards him in a strike of warning as he to flees from before me and I turn harshly from him again, anger still within my form, hurt and distress hidden behind this façade. I am Queen before I am Isola and I will not show that which hurts so terribly inside myself until I am concealed within my den. If Heyel is not wanting to offer to me his respect, he to may leave, I do not care in these moments and yet I know most surely he will return, his word to Calliel met with little more then a snort on my part, tail flicked before my Kane speaks.
I am given to hear his voice between this haze of angered…confusion within my mind, the violet of my gaze lifted to his own as he speaks of Natalya, my head given to tilt at the words he offers before my head turns sharply back towards the den near which we stand, form hurrying forward now with disbelief to peer into the darkened confines and cold, silent form of Natalya as she lays…..and understand floods my mind. His imprint has died. The loss of an imprint is incomparable, for I too have felt this pain, a wound that does not heal, a hate that cannot be stopped- a rage and hurt that burns and aches forevermore and yet…..
“When it is Finley is dying I did not attack children my own, I did not turn on pack. Natalya’s passing is a thing most terrible and I am making sure all pack is given to know and honour her as she is deserving, yet my decision is being final. Devil cannot stay here, I will be speaking with him again….but not now, not this day. Where is being their children? Exodus and Jakayden? Where is the boys?”
The questions was asked to all whom may hear it, to any whom might now as my muzzle was lifted to touch against my Kane’s, eyes finding his own in these moments and anger and discord is finally given to leave my frame, to simmer and wane and I feel only….tired.
“I is being sorry my Kane.”
It is a whisper to him alone, for I know indeed that to lose a Father…..is a difficult thing and it would seem both our sires have turned cold this day. It is now that I move towards my Calliel, reaching for her, tongue moving to lick at her and assure myself she is well.
“Eden, Stella, I is thanking you this day for what you have done.”
A tight and forced smile is given to trace my lips before it is I return to my child once more, holding her close to myself now, Meryl already having seen to her, waiting for him to be done so it is I may take my child back to our den and hold her close as she should be held.
Queen of Diveen || Soul of Sen || Mate of Kane || Mother of 11
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THE RANKS
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.
