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 May 5, 2015 at 02:21:26 PM by jericho

a portrait of a tortured you and i;

The steady fall of his feet upon the earth do nothing to drown out the hard pounding of his heart that seems to echo in his ears. Orange eyes lingering ahead as he follows the path line with but one intent in mind. The lingering howl of his sister had been heard as he had been surveying the borders and without thought he is moving. Since her arrival to Spirane he had done well to avoid her, knowing that Daenerys had suspected she had been the reason he had come to her all torn and bleeding. He did not want to provoke his sibling by being near, in sight that perhaps it would put start a fight; but he cannot refuse that call, the call that called to what he only assumed as her mate - speaking of children. It is not long until he there, though distant. Watching the entrance like a hawk as if someway hoping to keep away others with their curiosity. Everlyse was a violent creature born from the aftermath of his treatment and he felt compelled to protect her now knowing if she were to spill blood of another pack mate he could do nothing to aid her then.

Ears perk at the sounds within, listening with a fascination he had experienced at Daenerys' birth. Yet he refrains from coming closer, Daenerys actually liked his presence unlike his sibling and he did not want her aggression in such a time, yet he cannot deny the desire to move closer only to be hindered by the shadow of a dark male. Orange eyes linger on the male as he enters the den at a rapid pace, Reich. The small small on his lips at the sight as scarred face never shifts from the hole he entered. Pleased that his sister had found someone to love when her life before never even held a fraction of it. For a moment he glances around wondering if his queen would be arriving only to find her bloodrider shamelessly hiding behind the trunk of a tree, that itself did not speak very highly of him but perhaps she would understand. As orange eyes move back and a brave step is taken the movement of another sends him back once more, as scarred face peeks from around the trunk of the tree only to find the form of a blood red yearling who seemed rather hesitant herself. The flowers that cling to her lips are well known to him for they were scattered all over the mountain, but why was she pacing at the den? A rush of warmth blooms in his chest at the thought that perhaps this was one of the children Everlyse had spoken of upon arriving, that before him stood his niece. Though she looked nothing like Everlyse or Reich, but only one of blood or stupidity would dare think of entering and he doubted the fragile looking child was hindered in intelligence.

He watches the child disappear within and a small chuckle escapes himself, for if such a child could brave the den then perhaps so could he. As a brave step and then another until he is at the side, hidden from view but privy to the scents and sounds within. Listening to the sweet melody of what he can only assume is the blood yearling. Ears lace back, looking away as a deep inhale is taken and then he is stepping into the entrance but no more. Orange eyes staring within as he shadowed the doorway, scarred face pulling left and right as he tries to absorb it all in one take. To his sleeping sibling, to three little lives nestled within her white, to Reich who seemed wrapped around them all, and then to the red child that merely sat in fascination before them all. For a moment he is silent just taking it all in, until the lingering question of the child forces him to act in fear of her words. "Is she hurt? Do I need to get someone? What can I do?" His rushed words blurt out in a frenzy as his skin seems to crawl at the thought. So much for just observing, now he was in wide open terrain with what perhaps could be a very angry predator. Ears are laced back in worry as he steps closer until he is aligned with the child, orange eyes looking down as they glance at the remnants of birth and Everlyse, seeing nothing that would seem out of the ordinary - but what did he know birth? Nothing, absolutely nothing.

Orange eyes are quick to glance at Reich, surely if she was harmed he would be doing something right? And if not then perhaps he would need to take him out back and remind him of whom he was. Scarred face then turns to meet the red child, orange eyes lingering until they find a pair of pale green eyes and then their is no doubt for the scent he had so clearly missed in his worry over Everlyse told him this was no doubt a child that shared his blood, a niece. A small smile is given to her, the slight sway of his tail of a joy he had not known before. To think he had missed out on her life so far was saddening but no longer, he would fight tooth and nail with his sibling to be involved, he had missed so much - he would miss no more. As he turns to look back, the glaring and fire blazed orange eyes that match his own are accompanied with a flash of white teeth, well at least now he knew she had been sleeping... that was good news right?
Jericho.
eight - no mate - no imprint - of spirane
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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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