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AbhorsenThe Wielder

Nymeria

DyrimThe Speaker

None

BelgaerThe Thinker

Kalseru

SaranethThe Binder

Vortigern

AstaraelThe Weeper

None

ClayrThe Seer

Moonfeather

KibethThe Walker

None

ScionIn Waiting

None

MosraelThe Waker

Yuki

CharterThe Power

None

RannaThe Sleeper

None

AmbassadorsDiplomats

Viserion, Myrcella

ShinersHealers

Eldrax

FalconersHunters

Rhaegal, Tychon, Alagai, Paxton, Visenya

BerserkersWarriors

Drogon, Icarus

OutridersScouts

Greywind, Rhaenys, Arthfael

MagesThieves & Spys

Bastille, Samus

RemembrancersCaretakers & Historians

Dandelion, Semele

EldersHonored Retirees

Daenerys, Sleekwing, Tyrion

KinfolkThe Pack

M�l�e, Ashitaka
Emer, Bran, Jabari, Vaella, Cadeyrn, Berwyn, Nerys, Jubilee, Ashur, Reine, Icarus, Kricket, Navarre, Leilani, Jakuta

BairnsPuppies

None

AmateursIn Training

Vhagar

NehimaAllies

Diveen

YraelGuests

None

OrannisEnemies

None

The TombsOur Fallen Family

MoonGlow, Alcide, Sorcha, Fjallraven,
Pan, Grayson, Ravenna, Niviaq

News 08.08.2021 Change was long overdue in Spirane. Now that I have learned who is still an active presence within the pack, the ranks have been updated. As I once took time away from the pack, so too now shall Kalseru. Know that she is still second in command of the pack, as is reflected in her rank. Once you are familiar with the new ranking system, if you would like to change positions or move up in the ranks you need only ask. Let this be a time of new life in Spirane, and a promise of great things to come!

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
- - Nymeria

❥ Pregnant | ^ Pending Promotion | ✘ Stolen | Away

it is difficult for him to rehash for her his faults and his history when it is all so very involved and likely to turn his tongue over on itself, tousled and disheveled as his thoughts are becoming. it�s not a kind sort of history for him to impart - talk of Doe and leaving his son hardly able to pass his lips without a twist to the blade that seeing taliesin in the future will only twist again. he does not doubt he will face his son eventually, the question that remained for him was if his son would be meeting him on a battlefield, in a brawl, or in secret and without baring tooth and fang over a flaw fenrir had already paid for with the death of his mate. he should have fought her, should have denied her, but she was a terribly persuasive creature and easily got his brethren on her side with talk of revisiting their glory days with her by their side as the days of old.

her proximity, natu�s, is the only thing to keep him level enough to continue when it comes time to explain the nitty gritty of his leaving, of why his imprint was now lost to him and never to return and revive his soul. it is only because he shifts to lay on his hip and chest with the less bare brush of their bodies to keep him moving onward.

it is the first real obvious expression of desire on his part other than his very presence in this place at all. a bit juvenile, that creeping hand extending an arm over the back of the chair in the theater, in a way. he lays so his lower spine is at her hip and he is comfortably concluding his explanation with sighs and distant eyes that need life breathed back into them. he is too honest, maybe. he is too near, maybe. he is too bold maybe� or maybe not bold enough by half, too. he has not done this, not in all the many years he had been capable to express himself to a female, and so perhaps with his explanation of his origins she will know what it is he is trying to express in that terribly subtle and minute way he has.

his weak smile inspires one in her too and when he falls silent, she has her own words to impart. �This life is never an easy one. Love is something to be treasured yet it is a slippery as water. One minute it is here and then it is gone.� she sighs and when she places her head atop her forepaws, he twists his neck to lay his over his foreleg nearest to her to listen with barely soothed pale-green eyes still fixed with an intensity that might have been missed if she had not known the dangerous violence that hid behind that eerily quiet exterior. he is entranced, he thinks, eager as if hunting her story as it comes immediately from her lips. �I once had a mate, many years ago. I loved him and together we created two of our own. But that was not the fate to be left to me. Our son died in a battle, our daughter of a sickness, and he followed soon after. I sometimes wonder if it was not of heartbreak but then I feel bitter for he left me alone.�

atop his back his hackles rise at her distress, at the sadness of her story, as if defensive and eager to protect her very mind from the memory that injured her as his memories injured him. the look of her lonely gaze aches in his own chest and he lifts his pale eyes with a silent declaration that he would be the black knight who would vow to her if she but asked him for his word. �Sven is my son now. I have tried to do right by him to atone for my sins, for he was not mine by birth, not my right to raise him, but things happened and here he is.� and at this, he flinches as if he means to make a move -- and that stutter happens one more time -- another hesitation just before he presses his muzzle into her shoulder with intense pale-death eyes staring into her own light blue ones.

�i do not like that your eyes look like mine.� he says, a little cryptic, but it is not hard to decipher when the loneliness fills his own eyes. �you have done good, you have been a mother. you do not deserve to have that expression in your eyes� if it were an enemy i could set my teeth to, i would lay it at your feet like a spring calf.� and even with the archaic sentiment, the underlying intent is made far clearer than bare brushes and tentative touches. �if you call on me, i would chase that look from your eyes for good.� comes a softer, deeper, more intimate phrasing of much the same intent.

FENRIR
the dragonborn ; of scotavia
male | 17 years | 37 inches | 150 pounds
tactician of the fantastic four | fond of natu

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**Any position may be challenged for at any time. Please privately contact Nymeria and she will decide the type and style of challenge appropriate to the rank.

Abhorsen - The Wielder: Alpha female and Queen of Spirane. Her word is final in all matters. Vows to protect and lead those who call the mountain home.

Her Council
Belgaer - The Thinker: Second in Command, this wolf is the Abhorsen's most trusted compatriot and confidant. In the Abhorsen's absence, they are able to speak with her authority.
Saraneth - The Binder: Chosen mate of the Abhorsen. They can settle pack disputes, accept members, assign tasks, and leads the pack during hunts, in times of war, or in cases where the Abhorsen is not present.
Scion - The Successor: The Abhorsen's heir, training to one day fill her paw prints. This wolf must become adept in multiple trades. This wolf is expected to become proficient in healing, fighting, hunting, diplomacy, and thievery. They are expected to lend assistance to any of the other ranks if ever needed.

The Bells
Dyrim - The Speaker: Lead diplomat and is often times sent out to maintain good relations with allied packs. Charged with educating the Ambassadors in diplomatic ways.
Astarael - The Weeper: The commander and lead warrior of the pack. Charged with teaching the Berserkers the art of battle.
Clayr - The Seer: Charged with the pack's health, and in teaching the Shiners and those who wish to pursue the art of healing.
Kibeth - The Walker: The leader of the Guard. They are the foremost line of defense, charged with securing the borders and bringing pertinent information from within and without the pack to the appropriate wolf. They also lead the Outriders.
Ranna - The Sleeper: Assists the queen in guarding from theft as well as advising her of news and gossip from the whole of Moladion. Charged with teaching the Mages about theft, secret keeping, and overall sneakiness. Allowed to make and block steals.
Mosrael - The Waker: Caretaker and storyteller of the pack, also the head pupsitter. Often times this wolf will look after the pack's youth and educate them of Spirane and Moladion's history. Leads the Remembrancers in pup watching.
Charter - The Power: The master hunter of the pack. Leads and organizes all hunts and teaches the Falconers the art of the hunt.

The Classes
Berserkers: Warriors and hunters of the pack.
Falconers: The pack hunters
Mages: Thieves and secret keepers of the pack. Allowed to make and block steals.
Ambassadors: Diplomats of the pack.
Shiners: Healers of the pack.
Outriders: The pack scouts who bring all news of happenings across Moladion back.
Remembrancers: Wolves of a kind nature who look after the younger wolves of the pack. These wolves may wish to learn more about healing, but this is not a requirement.
Bairns: The young pups of the pack
Amateurs: Youth of the pack still finding their place

Kinfolk: The general populance of the pack
Elders: Respected retirees who still offer wisdom and insight

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