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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Posted on March 8, 2015 at 08:38:13 PM by sorcha

nothing in the world is harder than convincing someone of an unfamiliar truth

Her journey had not been an easy one. Across waves of the harshest punishment she had been swept for when the world turns against it's own children, what say do they have? She had been drawn to the sea in a distant land for the voices of the earth called to her. Oh Sorcha, come, come, we have so much for you. So much planned. Come, they demanded, and she could not refuse. To do so would be to turn her back against the world. To ignore the path that she had walked since a child with her ears ever turned downward to catch the silent commands of those who creep below. So she had went to the edge of the world, in her mind at least, and she had stood poised upon the precipice that designated the boundary between sea and land and she had found that the earth crumbled beneath her small paws.

In one fell swoop she had been thrown headlong into the sea to be cast adrift. If she had been out there any longer she would have succumbed to the weakness for the salt sucked the moisture out of her body and the waves sucked the strength from her limbs. Only one day it had took and by some sorcery or magic she had went from a place much beloved to a land as foreign as the sea to her.

She had crept up the shores with a tremble in her fine boned figure and shook off the treacherous salt of her journey. The machinations of the elder folk, as she thought of them, stretched far and wide. With what purpose she had been thrown here she did not know. There would be no turning back; she would never have survived the trip across the water had not the waves carried her to this land.

For a day she moved until she found a river bed in which she located a small spot there the rocks blocked out the harshest of the flows so that it was a bath. She leaped into it with a cry of wonder so that it would take away the stench of the sea from her body and when she pulled herself from the rush of mountain water she lay draped across the ground for a time and fell into a light slumber.

Never did she realize, in her dazed state, that she had become an interloper. She had crossed the fine boundary of Spirane and even though she was at the edge of it, she was still a trespasser, for her body had been too tired and her nose assaulted only by the remains of her folly. Yet as she draws to wakefulness she realizes, quite suddenly, that mountains tower high above her and that time has passed as it inexorably does when one sleeps, and that the scent of wolves is ripe here. It would be best to take herself out of the territory - if she could find which direction was out - yet her body did not wish to cooperate. It was starved of nutrition and energy and besides, the fates had swept her here for a reason. So instead she does what she can only think of doing. If they had not been looking for her yet this would summon them for she raises her slender jaw and lets loose a soulful song, beautiful and wild.


reference image here *note, the eye color is actually bright green and the entire bottom half of her body is black (there shows tan in this picture)

seven - adrift - unbound - drifter
Sorcha
♥dante


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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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