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.
The pack board has been updated. If you wanted to remain a member, let me know either on here or Discord and I'll get you back on the board. Otherwise, let's have a thread!
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.
HOW STRANGER WOULD IT BE IP: 108.245.133.46 Posted on January 22, 2015 at 00:52:39 AM by AITHNE
The mantleship of being an Empress, of being a leader, it was weighty. The kind of weight that seemed so light throughout the day but the moment she crawled back into the confines of her den and stretched out it seemed to collapse atop her. As if gravity yanked it all and shoved it deep into her gut and her head spun at times as she re-capped every movement through the day. Every nuance of every face in replay in her mind. Were they lying to her? Were they playing her for a fool? Was it the proper greeting or the worst answer? Secretly she lets herself think these things, lets these small tendrils of uncertainty creep past the aura of invincibility. But only for a short time. Each day she let them creep in, let them spin her mind into a mass of snarls and tangles, and then she would abruptly shut it down and return to herself. Close them off for their due tomorrow, thoroughly spent, and she would drift off into the sleep of the dead.
Often she found her paws carrying her around the edges of Iromar. Paw prints could be spied in a line around Iromar from the recent spring rains and her large paws seemed to eternally be caked in mud, her claws a thing of bacteria and refuse. And as she edged the border of her lands, her lands, she would inevitably slow down just a fraction as she neared the edge closest to the sea realm. Sometimes she caught herself pausing mid-stride and lifting her large muzzle to the non-existent wind in an attempt to catch a whiff of that salty spray. To catch a whiff of him.
Then she would let her heart ponder this change for a mere moment, just as she did with her doubts each night, and she would shut it down and continue her trek in her usual efficient fashion. It was strange how much she ached for his presence. They had only spent one day together, one day of learning and exploring and shared smiles (well, more so from him). She wanted to travel to Glorall to see him again, under the guise of learning more of the creatures of the sea, but she talked herself out of such fanciful thoughts. Thoughts that did not belong in her profound mind. Besides, she was kept busy in Iromar, the constant source of desire from her people.
So it is on this day that she travels her border once more, her body falling into the same rhythm as usual, and when she slows to a pause at the furthermost edge of Iromar to scent the winds her pupils widen. For on this day the scent of the sea is strong and beneath it is an odor familiar and exhilarating. Praetor.
"Here.." she breathes, unable to help herself, and she abruptly cuts off her path as she weaves to and fro to pick up his scent trail. Then she is following him, her body screaming at her to RUN and her mind telling her to remain cautious. She nears the body of water at an angle from Praetor, the tightening in her chest telling of his presence, and she stalks him on silent paws. The wind could be mistaken for causing the rustling of the tall fronds as she moves through them to peer out at Praetor; to watch him stare into the water with a curiosity that almost mirrors the look he had given her that first day.
Yet Aithne knows the dangers of the swamp. Her ears flick back as her eyes scan until she spies the prone body of a gator not two feet from Praetor's left side. It waits. Waits for the moment he will turn and then she knows it will lunge at him and break his thin legs in it's massive jaw. And the thought sends her into a frenzy, her ears pressed to her skull as she bursts from the fronds with the strength of a dragon. She fairly sails through the air until she skirts around the side of the gator, darting in to take a bite out of it's side and the hissing begins, furious and startled as it spins abruptly and jaws snap an inch from her skull. She is bulky, yes, but she knows how to use herself and she jolts back away from that skull with her teeth flashing and tail low. Her emerald eyes glare into the ancient ones of the alligator as it continues it's reproach; a stare down until finally it turns and slides towards the water, admitting defeat in the fury of Aithne.
"You should be more careful," she gasps suddenly, turning her glaring eyes onto him even though the fear for his life still lingers, unable to grasp it in the wake of her anger at almost losing him. As if she actually had him. She wants to ask what he is doing here, if he had come to see her, and she wants the answer to be yes, but she is still overcome by emotion so she stares at him in a wide eyed sort of manner.
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.
