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
Mêlée, 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



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Praetor
if only the world could know who I really am

I hear the call of someone else in return. It is a voice touched with femininity, and my ears of black perk to inhale their tunes. I do see that I am to be greeted soon, and I am glad that I will be seen on this day. I do not know who it is who will speak with me this day, but I do hope that it is the Queen herself. I am always good with speaking to others, and although I aim to be jack of all trades for my pack, it does not mean that I don't want to still be the best. It is in my blood to improve myself, to learn and grow with each and every day. Today I hope to challenge myself and see if I am capable of speaking on good terms with a leader.

My blue and lavender eyes wander as I wait on my dark haunches. The grass is high where I sit, and I am still like a tree. Not far from me, a rabbit lopes along, catching my eyes with its brown fur. I am not hungry on this day, nor would I take food from the borders of a pack I have come to visit. I simply watch its nature, how it sits tall as it munches, its eyes ever alert to movement. I wonder what a life as a creature as such would be, my head tilting softly as I let a gentle smile cross on my long lips.

Suddenly the rabbit bolts, and I know why. Slowly my eyes wander over towards the approaching lupine of storm hues. She holds herself high, as I am certain that she is the leader of the pack. I lift my haunches off the ground, dipping my head down as my eyes close in respect, my red and silver cape shimmering in the gleam of the sun before I lift back up into a neutral position.

I listen as she speaks, my tail giving to wave like a breeze behind me. I am pleased to meet the Alphess of the pack. She is strong yet elegant, her markings giving to accentuate the angles of her face. She moves as though to invite me forward, and I do allow my dark long limbs to take a few steps forward in a calm trot, careful to watch her reaction as not to upset her, and to pause if she shows any uncomfortable actions.

"Daenerys, it is a pleasure. I am Praetor, and, I simply...just am," I say in reply, my voice tenor and smooth, a voice that could calm wild beasts. I have no titles as she gives, I have no special accolades given to me. I am simply a being, simply me, with only a name as to refer to me by. I am not upset to have no titles, nor would I be upset if I inherited one. I have always been one to go with the flow if it seemed appropriate. I continued to step forward, my eyes looking up towards the mountain top in wonder, yet stopping close by the female, allowing her to lead.

If there is one thing I must get used to, it is not getting physically close and expressing my good will through touch. It is simply in my blood to do so, inherited through my Mother and her mute ways. She is a tough being, a female not to contend with, yet her affections were best met through touch. So perhaps, I do get a little close for some's comfort, but I always adjust once I realize it is not welcome, and will do so if I get such a vibe from her.

"I have come to speak with you, of a potential gathering of youth out of good will for our peoples. Youth do enjoy seeing new places and making new friends, just as I do," I say with a hearty chuckle at the end. I am but four winters old, and I still have fresh vigor within my veins. I let my eyes flash back towards Daenerys with a grin naturally charming.

"Perhaps your youth would enjoy splashing in the waves at sunset, and chasing the eight legged shelled creatures called crabs?" I inquire, my eyes of stunning lavender hinted fading to blue looking to her own, not in a manner aggressive but in a matter of curiosity, casting them aside to respect her status with a continued grin as I await her answer. I do let my eyes wander back towards the mountain, as I have never seen such a thing so large, and have never seen the world from a perch so high. I cannot help but wonder and imaging what it is like.

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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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