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.
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OUT OF THE DARKNESS COMES A KNIGHT IP: 67.235.245.147 Posted on July 31, 2014 at 04:47:52 PM by MALIKYE
MALiKYE
Within the murky black is where the beast rests. Those strong muscles relaxed within the even darker concealment by the brush. Right directly in the middle is where he lay, as if he is the very heart of the lands. Mist and shadows mix to make a dreary concoction and together they swirl around the beast, tentative to touch and awaken the monster. Eventually, the blackened fog gains courage and moves to rest upon such a surprisingly clean pelt before continuing to wind its way deep into the maze of fur upon his flesh. Ears automatically flatten, disappearing into his thick cranium as kissers twitch at the feeling of anything drawing near to him. Still, he sleeps, dreams filled with things that would give others nightmares. He is not of the right mind, a unique kind. Soldier turned to murderer turned to cannibal was he. Some might say he was deranged but no, the flesh-eater was perfectly san if not wise. He was merely…cursed, so to speak.
The breeze shifts, carrying upon its wings the familiar perfume of his Aithne. Ears lift, body still asleep as mind seems to awaken ever so slowly. There was nothing exciting about the stubbornly dark girl. There was nothing enticing about the thing either. This was hard to explain, this thing he had with her and therefor he wouldn’t even attempt to explain it. Obsession perhaps, or maybe he merely liked having her feisty presence around. Strange, for none who ventured near the brute lived long enough to get a name out let alone an attachment of sorts. She had drawn him, slowly, ever so slowly and even now he dare not rise to meet her as she enters their lands. Her blood called to him like a sweet nectar, the temptation so strong. But he, he cared too much for the dame to dare dwell in her presence longer than a minute for fear of starting the battle of the century. Cared. The word had been spoken within his mind unconsciously and eyelids twitch. The word is foreign to him, strange and he find it to be utterly repulsing.
Just as the beast decides to avoid her once more though and continue with his lounging, another scent reaches his nares. A male scent. Eyelids flash open revealing icy blues that seem to darken. His lip curls back, pearly daggers flashing in the lime light as the beast rises ever so slowly. Muscles tighten under flesh, talons digging into the earth as ears return to their normally flattened position. And then, Malikye is off. Like a cobra he slides through the expanse of the swamp, gliding on silent, massive paws. The demon moves through the shadows as if he is one himself, dipping within the dark and then out of it like a magician doing a vanishing act. His stomach growls, saliva beginning to pool once more in his powerful jaws. Why he has reacted this way, the monster does not know. The mere thought of another musk bein anywhere near her own irritated him to the point of rage.
Honestly he didn’t know what angered him more; this stranger or the fact that he gave a damn.
The wraith draws near, disappearing within the shadows as the putrid stench of the ponds reaches his nares. Silently, he slides forward in the dark brush, belly low to the ground as if he is on a hunt. He was doing something unexpected; evaluating the situation before acting and simply ripping flesh and eating bones. Oceanic pools fixate upon the dark mass of Aithne, a silent snarl appearing on his scarred face. He then moves to look at the other male, and literally, if he wasn’t so pissed right now he would have laughed out loud. If Malikye wouldn’t, Andras would for sure destroy this imp. The beast snorts lightly, azules flicking back to Aithne just as she leaps upon the back of a massive gator, missing its bite expertly and attempting to rip at flesh. A low, menacing growl erupts from his chest, echoing through the brush where he dwells. The wraith slides out from his concealment, drawing close to the water’s edge as he watches her upon the beast. her body twists, the gator twisting as he attempts to do a death roll.
Fool.
If the gator didn’t kill her, he would.
Malikye snarls, snapping at the air as he paces, searching for an opening to attack. His hackles raise with impatience until finally, she pulls the gator to the side just enough for the beast to lunge. He charges into the water like a torpedo, jaws aiming for the soft part under the neck. Jaws slam into flesh and without hesitating in the least, the vampire tears and shreds in lightning speed. The gator’s arm slams into his shoulder, the claws creating a slight flesh wound and he snarls at the brief moment of pain, biting harder and ripping back. The pain only fuels him, angers him more and causes him to attack the flesh like a piranha even after the gator has ceased moving. For a minute, Malikye becomes strangely still, blood dripping down his jaws and mixing with his own saliva. The murk of the waters latched upon his minor wound and upon his once ago clean pelt. It was oddly silent, the wraith in this state of aftermath as he usually is after such a kill.
And then, he breaks.
Malikye swivels, snarling as he stares at the boy who has even dared to sit down as if watching amusement. Aithne could have died attacking the gator’s armor like that and this thing was merely waiting, watching. "Did you enjoy the show?" cause it’s the last thing you’ll ever see. The words that were spoken slide out in a dangerous growl, voice a strange calm that could only mean hell was about to be unleashed. The beast takes a step, his bloody, scarred face pulled into a wicked snarl that would haunt the dreams of little ones for years. "You’re on the wrong side of the border." Two things were holding Malikye back right now; the fact that Aithne just may kill him for killing her new found, “friend” and the fact that Andras would kill him for leaving him out of the deed.
He takes another step, paw out of the water as a low growl emanates from his chest and vibrates through the murk. "Aithne," he calls to her, his voice hitting a strange note that almost be dubbed, kind, gentle. "are you hurt?" Narrowed eyes dare to leave the male before him, turning only to search for Aithne. This newcomer better pray that she is fine for if not, more blood would be spilt this day.
ooc: excuse Mal :3 he can be a little mean and stuff. Believe it or not, this is his good side <3 Also excuse the powerplay with the gator. You can change it however you want. I actually googled ‘how to kill a gator’ to see where he could get a killing shot lol. c:
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.
