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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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.
OUT OF THE DARKNESS COMES A KNIGHT IP: 67.235.245.147 Posted on August 4, 2014 at 02:06:39 AM by MALIKYE
ooc: I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE FIRST HAND FOR THIS POST CAUSE LIKE MAL IS CRAZY BUT LIKE I LOVE SAWYER AND I IS SORRY AND STUFF AND DONT HATE MAL I CANT CONTROL HIM <3
MALiKYE
Disgust.
The emotion swirls within the beast very being, causing the juices within his stomach to bubble and threaten to emerge. It is almost uncontrollable, this rage within him, which is something that has never been so. Once ago he had lost control, once ago all hell had broken loose and only the repeated cries of the murdered was left that day. Such control is earned through years of dealing with this curse of his. Such control was not an easy thing to grasp yet somehow, this beast had gained it. In this moment though, as he stares at this pathetic excuse for a meal before him, he finds that he is slowly slipping back to that bloody day. Pupils seeming to dilate as muscles twitch with power. Ears press against his broad cranium, lips curling back to reveal freshly bloodied kissers as his own icy shards drag along a ragged body hungrily. He is falling, breaking from his control and the thought of Andras becoming pissed at this killing seemed to disperse completely from the vampire’s mind.
There was one thing though.
The usually seducing scent of blood fills his nares, causing the monster to slowly turn his head. The aroma is faint, so very faint and yet he can smell it as if it belonged to himself. Blues scan along his prize, as her paw lifts to casually brush off such a thing. For a moment, the world freezes within the beast, ears blocking out all and any sound as it fixates upon her small wound. His own seemed to be gone, for the beast was void of any emotion. His entire being seems to shake, fur standing on end as he slowly turns, moving towards her in a stoic state. To Sawyer, he may look simply calm as ever except for the rage causing his body to shake. In about two strides the charcoaled wraith stands far too close to Aithne, uncaring about what had happened the last time they were this close, and lowers his head towards her wound. A battle begins within him, a moment of utter desire to slide his tongue out and taste such a thing as her blood. It would be an honor to do so and yet, the control he has is so extreme that he merely examines it, icy blues staring intently at the minor wound until finally, he seems content.
Key word: content.
“Malikye, this is Sawyer. Sawyer this is.. well, you get it. Don't be too harsh on him, Mal, I don't think you'd rush in to save someone you just met from such a creature, would you?" Unknowingly, Aithne has just sealed this, “Sawyer and his fate. Ears flick forward to catch her words before he snarls, that earlier disgust filling him and mixing with utter irritation. His head turns as he steps towards Aithne further, their shoulders brushing as he fixes Sawyer with a level gaze. He looks almost sane right now but only he knows of what insane thoughts taint his mind. "I don’t give a damn who he is." He ignores her question, knowing that she already knew the exact answer to that. He would have waited and watched, hunger and bloodlust within his gaze until the other’s body became limp. Then he would have fought such a beast again, tearing prey from sharpened teeth until the body was in his grasp to feast upon. It seemed as if Malikye was calming, as if the beast was being cured by the beauty. But then the fool started talking and literally just wouldn’t stop.
As his name slips from the other’s mouth, Malikye literally does the unexpected; he laughs. The sound is strange coming from him, a mocking noise that sounds utterly dark and tempting. Just as suddenly as it is there though, the laughter ceases, blues seeming to darken as those pupils expand and nostrils flare. He moves forward, away from Aithne and towards the newcomer with bloodlust plain within his gaze. The land seems to grow silent, tension filling the air as testosterone seems to form out of the shadows. His whole body seems to elevate, tail raising with those hackles as massive paws move him closer and closer to the other. He looks like he did before, when Aithne had first met him. Gator all within his talons and jaws as those jaws part slightly and saliva falls from massive teeth. Fur coated with blood, dirt and murk water. He looks savage, like he was raised right her in the swamp.
His face draws into Sawyer’s, no sign of fear within his gaze, only insanity, as jaws come within the other’s ear. A low growl emanates from his chest, as he finds himself moving away from Sawyer only to move alongside him, hairs barely brushing as the beast encircles him. "I do not want to hear you utter my name unless it is in the form of your screams as I feast upon you." Tongue slides out to drag along filthy lips as he rounds to the other side, body rigid with adrenalin. He pauses ahead of the male, lips curling back as he presses into the other’s face. "you will not die this day" His powerful jaws part wickedly fast as they go to snap at the other’s face. (feel free to easily dodge this because like, I don’t wanna powerplay at all. LIKE DODGE IT. PLEASE. :3 )
The beast turns his scarred face away from this newcomer, knowing full and well that if he were to join the beasts of Iromar, he would be untouchable by the code. Although Malikye would love to tear this thing apart for merely looking at the only thing in this world to even interest the knight in the least, Iromar needed others and for the mere reason of pleasing his demon king, he would let the boy live. He moves away from him, staring at Aithne deeply as if to say, “there, you happy?” until he was finally within her grasp. The male dare not dive into her personal space but instead he finds himself moving to sit at an angle from her, as if slightly blocking her from something terrible. His hair lowers, eyes simply becoming slits as he glares across at Sawyer. "Next time you bring a recruit," He turns to her, low chords smooth and husky. " do it when I am gone."
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.
