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I've been looking for a breath of life IP: 108.245.133.46 Posted on September 20, 2014 at 00:44:20 AM by AITHNE
If only the boy knew what Andras might say to his thoughts of borders. Or do, more precisely. She remembered all too vividly the stench of his piss as he had lifted his leg and marked the spot she deemed 'not-border' while awaiting his sentence of acceptance or not. At least he had her here to make sure that Andras did not indeed come barging out with his twisted smile and dangerous expression. Her alpha was a bit of a turn off for some wishing to join; they probably half expected to get eaten. She might have if she hadn't a backbone of steel.
There is some unexpected sensation that surrounds this whole meeting. It borders on the surreal the way his eyes pierce into her own emerald ones and the way she can feel that gaze down the tips of her claws. She is almost as struck with him as Praetor is struck with her. It is like a tingling sensation has fled down each vein in her body. She aches to move but also to stand still. Her claws press into the soft soil with purpose. Is she drowning? In air? Is he suffocating her with his mere presence? What is this that seems to bind them, for she can feel something between them, a stirring something that demands at once that she go to him and that she never take her eyes from his own.
Aithne didn't much care for closeness of the male species near her bulky figure. The majority of males she had met were either scrambled in the brain or held on to some sort of self obsessed dominant gene. The need to display their greatness before some dainty female, and dainty she was not. Not to mention her rape, the mere mention of which could create a storm of fury in her glittering eyes. So when he takes a step towards her she feels that normal sort of aversion begin to rise, along with her hackles, and some sense. She has not felt fright in a long time and yet now, with this inexplicable bond between them, she feels frightened of a closeness with him because her body demands it.
Yet she feels defensive when the pale female appears at her side. She can feel her lips twitching, the urge to growl and snarl at Ruvindra rising, but she compels herself to stop. The growl does not make it past the tension of her chest and the snarl never makes it past the first centimeter of her canines. She would never greet another this way without first being greeted with such. It is all the way this male has thrown her topsy turvy with his very existence and the way her soul greets him as if he is some long lost lover of hers.
She lets the other two begin to talk, her emerald eyes finding only a spare moment to survey the pale female in surprise - for such a pale color, she has hidden herself well in the marsh lands. Then she is drawn once more to Praetor, her eyes clashing with his as it seems he is also drawn to her. Ruvindra offers Aithne an apologetic smile and the younger girl dips her maw in acknowledgement, though a smile is far off from her lips in these confused moments.
So this boy is of some relation to the swamps then? Obviously he hasn't been here much if at all by the way he lags at the border and Aithne is not inclined to inviting him in just yet, so torn up is she by this swelling thing between them. "Does your mother come from the swamps?" Aithne's voice is usually hoarse but it is even more ragged now as she tries to make sense of everything, desperately wanting him to look at her and to look away at the same time, but needing to speak, needing to hear his voice.
A I T H N E
Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing; bow down to the mighty
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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.
