THE MISTRESSALPHA OF IROMAR
Ruby

CHIEFIN WAITING

Apollyon

DEPUTYTHE SECOND

Avery

COUNCILADVISOR

None

TROOPERBEST WARRIOR

None

STALKERPROVIDER

None

MEDICDOCTOR

None

ENVOYDIRECTOR OF DIPLOMACY

None

GOVERNESSPUP SITTER

Adrian

SNOOPTHEIF & SCOUT

None

CHRONICLERSTORY TELLER

None

SOOTHSAYERSEER

Beltane
SoldiersWarriors
None
HuntersHunters
Shaddix^
HealersHealers
None
DiplomatsDiplomats
Sidhe

SpiesSpies
Ruby^
TeachersTeachers
None

ChildrenYoung Pups
None
MembersGeneral Population
Cae
Najira

AlliesAllies
Taviora
Glorall
GUESTSGUESTS
Ramos
Maris
EnemiesEnemies
None


News 03.28.20

Get with me if you want to move up in rank. I'm going to change up the pack tasks for a little change of pace.

Congratulations to Adrian on her promotion to Governess. She will handle the guidance and teaching of our young pups in Iromar.

If you have a ^ next to your name, that means you're up for promotion so see me or send me a message on Discord so we can see where to move you. All others interested in specializing or getting a rank, let me know so we can figure out how to make that happen.

The pack board has been updated. If you wanted to remain a member, let me know either on here or Discord and I'll get you back on the board. Otherwise, let's have a thread!

I know I had a couple replies for the training with Spirane so I will be starting that thread soon. Stay tuned!

I am still working on an alliance with Diveen and Asteraia so stay tuned. If you have any information or would like to help, please let me know. If anyone has any ideas to promote activity within the pack, also, let me know. I am open for plots and such! Meanwhile, thank you all for your continued support of the pack.

- - Avery



+ = Pregnant | ^ = Pending Promotion | Away | /Captive\

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I cry out for magic – see it floating in the air
But it's fear - and you'll hear
It calling you ...beware



Yes, it was true since the death of my parents, Spirane had begun a never-ending downwards spiral into chaos. No one could keep claim to the Mountain, and indeed, some part of me believed it was because they were not the genuine rulers of it's Summit. That Honor has long been bestowed to the bloodlines of my Family. Diveen may have been the largest pack in Moladian, but Spirane had been the oldest, as far as blood was concerned. Having Daenerys on the throne meant Order was restored, and everything was as it had been meant to be. She is as strong as her grandfather Thunderbone, as bold as her grandmother Boneclaw. The Mountain will see no further turmoil... so far as it's leadership is concerned.

My call is answered with a rebuking bugle, a commanding summons that allows for no argument. Eye-spotted ears prick to attention, the intent of the message crystal clear. The man Andras, seemed to be a man who was quite open with his business, his orders to his echelons for safe passage ringing across the stagnant waters of his kingdom. I rather liked that; I liked also that I would have a chance to explore the swamp with more depth. Sterling spires carried me confidently across the marked borders, picking my way with tedious care through the innards of the bog towards the source of his call. I did not wish to keep him waiting, but I took great precaution in choosing my route to my intended destination.

Twice I had to back-track and find a way around a death trap of quicksand and a natural canal too wide to leap across and too lethal to swim- for it teemed with the primordial lizard-kings of the bayou. Finally, I catch sight of the obsidian and crimson cloak of the Demon Lord. His large helm was curled over the carcass of one of the swamp gators, curved teeth gnawing at the flesh of the skull with ravenous delight. My indigo spheres glittered with intrigue at the sight, a demure smirk tugging at the corners of my lips in a strangely beguiling manner. I am reminded of Asa, the brutish, brooding prince of the caves of Mirovis... back before Moladian's face had been changed. Then, Mirovis was considered the bowels of Hell here in Moladian. He had been my dark prince, and had taken on these very same beasts, that I might escape becoming their dinner when I was only a girl.

It was amusing and ironic, to say the least, to see the tables turned on the archaic reptiles. I slowed in my approach, pausing a few scant meters from him, enough to remain adequately out of his personal space, and dipped my skull. " Hail, Andras, Demon High Lord of Iromar..." I greeted him with a strong yet sultry voice. "I appreciate you're permitting to hold my Audience." the quicksilver notes continued, "I am Orca, Eldest sister to the Genuine Queen of Spirane, Daenerys. Doubtless you know already why I've come." It was a statement, rather then a question. To assume anything less, would be to imply I thought him stupid. One look at Andras and I knew he was no fool, and I did not wish to waste his time with silly pleasantries. Something told me Demons would not favor wolves who would attempt to brown-nose them.

My gaze in given to linger upon his form, for indeed this is the first time I've looked upon the face of a true demon... at least so far as I am aware. He did not seem much different from any other manner of wolf, though I'll admit there was a dark and foreboding aura that clung to him. It was not altogether displeasing though; really it was alluring in much the same fashion as Asa had been. I, unlike most other wolves of Moladian, am not biased to certain species, genders or titles. Be them Demon, Angel, Mortal or not, I can appreciate the beauty or handsome attributes of any individual. And Andras, in his own fearsome right, had a certain handsome ruthlessness to him. Spheres, slightly illuminated in the din, drift to the meal he still gorges upon, that same bemused expression etched once more upon my cameo. "One of those bastards tried to make a meal of me once... it's nice to see a little revenge has been dealt, no matter if it be off-handed. What do they taste like, if I may be so bold to ask? As old and tough and coarse as they appear?"
There's no sign of the morning coming
You've been left on your own
Like a Rainbow in the Dark


Gypsy Rose ~ Eldest Daughter of Moonglow x Alcide ~ 9 years ~ No Endymion ~ No Eros



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PACK RANKS



Monarch
Pretty simple, Alpha of Iromar. Ultimate authority. What I say, goes.
Chief
The 'Co-Alpha'. He is her equal and has all the same authorities as she does. He is be respected and can take challenges and block steals.
Deputy
The Beta of Iromar. The most trusted wolf under the Alpha. Has all the same authorities of the Monarch in her absence. Second in command. Can block steals and take challenges.
Council
The advisor to the Monarch. One who's wisdom is often sought in matters of politics and war. Not necessarily an elder but someone the Monarch looks up to.
Trooper
The head warrior of Iromar. Shows the most skill in combat and has experience to back it up. Trains the soldiers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Stalker
The head hunter of Iromar. Shows the most skill in hunting and providing for the pack. Tasked with leading pack hunts and teaching the pups of the pack at designated times. Trains the hunters and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Medic
The head healer of Iromar. Skilled in herbs and emergency medicine. Tasked with checking on the Monarch/Deputy after a challenge and also keeping up with mothers around birthing time. Trains the healers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Envoy
The head diplomat in Iromar. Skilled in matters of politics and conversation. Intelligent and witty, this wolf keeps the pack together as one while reaching out to potential allies for support. Council is their direct supervisor. Trains the diplomats and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Governess
The guardian of offspring in Iromar. Skilled as a warrior and alert as a scout, this wolf is tasked with probably one of the most important jobs in Iromar, protecting the future of the pack and Moladian. They can watch the litter while the parents are off doing tasks, hunting, or just enjoying some quiet time. Can serve as guides for the pups, like having a full time guardian. Trains the teachers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Snoop
The head spy in Iromar. Skilled in maneuverability and blending in, this wolf must be a shadow when called upon. Tasked with finding out information about other packs or wolves when called upon, this wolf must be quick as well as witty, able to make anyone believe anything. Also serves as a thief when the need arises. Trains the spies and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Chronicler
The head story teller of Iromar. This wolf has done their research on all things Iromar and Moladian. They can give a good history lesson or spin a tale on demand when the younger minds call for distraction. Able to captivate an audience. May even help with speeches for the Monarch when necessary. No one to train but the pups or even adults of Iromar when they have questions or curiosity about the past. This wolf may even be called upon by the Council at times. Can block steals.
Soothsayer
The seer of Iromar. This is a special rank made specifically for a wolf with "the sight." Consider her an advisor/spy of sorts for the alpha and rest of the pack. She/he can gather intel from outside or supernatural forces. You don't have to believe in the magic of this ability for any wolf with this rank will be respected as a ranked member of the pack. Can block steals.
Warriors- Members of the Iromar army. Skilled in combat and overseen by the Trooper.
Hunters- Providers for Iromar. Skilled in scavenging and hunting.
Healers- Doctors of Iromar. Skilled in herbs and emergency medicine for those in need.
Diplomats- Extroverts of Iromar. Skilled in politics and overall conversation.
Spies- Scouts and thieves of Iromar. Skilled in blending in and masking themselves when called upon.
Teachers- Guardians of the youth of Iromar. Skilled in defense and culture. They shape the young minds of the future.
Children-The pups of Iromar. To be cherished as they are precious for the future of the land. Shape them and mold them into something we can all be proud of.
Members- Overall pack members of Iromar. Not specialized in a particular field yet but just as important to the population.
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