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 16, 2015 at 05:42:00 PM by jericho

a portrait of a tortured you and i;

Perhaps it is now as he admires her upon this stone throne that something inside him shifted completely. The pounding in his heart that seemed always present in her presence or maybe it is the flutter of wings in belly at the prospect of being near her but it is now he realized that perhaps he was starting to fall for his queen. It was something he had never thought he would feel, that connection that would tie him to another. Females had never been within his desires back home, unless they held something he craved and then he took it. There was no brief touches, no passing glances of longing, just an uncontrollable desire to prove to them that he wanted nothing from them but their power. It is probably the reason why it has taken him so long to fully understand these new feelings, for they had started some time ago and he had not been oblivious to the new cravings he felt towards his friend. The way the light seems to caress her body as she sits perched upon the ledge. The beauty of the background is just that, a background. Not the main focus that seems to hold his gaze. The rush of heat that takes his cheeks does nothing to deter his gaze, if anything it enhances it, for he cannot stop her name from falling from his lips. Orange eyes watch as she seemingly shifts back from the edge, a slight narrowing of his eyes at that missed safety hazard before they smooth over as he steps along side her, the smile on her face causing one on his own.

At the contact she gives, leaning into his standing form as a light laughter is given at his comment of a fitting throne. If only she knew what a powerful image that was, it was certainly one that commanded. He chuckles slightly, briefly glancing at her as orange eyes seem to dance in the light of the sun. As he looks at the world surrounding them at this altitude, coming to a sit by her side; hoping the change would offer her more comfort upon her leaning body. As he settles from the shift he looks back at her, his own deep tones wondering why today she had wandered so far up the moment, though as he stated before he certainly enjoying the view. A slight smile on his lips, that is until she moves - placing her nose at the bottom of his ear. Quickly does that smile vanish and a shiver ripple along the back of his fur as the strands seem to dance at the contact, this was not the first time she had done this but to his body he hoped it was not the last. The answer she gives him has him leaning back into her slightly. For this was her special place. That is how he see's it, to know she had shared this spot where her family had come before her with. A warmth in his chest seems to ooze in heat as it expands and takes his chest. Orra and him had such a place like this before, it was were he had buried her after her death. Though it was not anywhere near the mountains more like a hidden spring the feeling is the same. As orange eyes meet the warm mahagony of her own a whispered gruff tone escapes. "I am honored that you invited me here then, it is your special place.."

The mix of emotions at her answer has an odd sense of hope growing within, to know he cared deeply for his queen was one thing to maybe hope it would be returned is another. He had never planned on falling, wanting more from his friend than she was probably willing to give but he would welcome it. To know he was capable of feeling such as this was just enough to let him know that he was truly drifting from his past. He would have lived the rest of his day knowing of his care even if she did not desire it like he did, but to think it could be returned? Now that is another thing. For a moment he just looks at her, a queen by blood and by right. Him, a scarred monster reborn. Was it even truly possible? At her words he is taken away from the what if's in his head as he softly smiles at her, ears perked as they listen to her words and then silence. For the reason she had brought him to this peak was to share her own story, much like he had done by the force of his nightmare; yet there is nothing compelling her but her own need and to think that she is willing to share that piece of her with him has an unknown emotions filtering in.

For a moment he just watches her, a look of compassion upon his scarred face as one more does a small smile begin to take his lips. The tip of his muzzle extending as it pushes gently into her cheek. Retracting it after the contact as he speaks softly so close at her side. "If this is what you wish.." He cannot deny the curiosity of knowing his queen better, but he does not want to push her into telling her story. So he is just content in the silence that surrounds them, waiting for either her to begin or just for them to enjoy this time together. He would not make her speak of her past but he would be here at her side to lean and seek comfort with in whatever she chose to share with him this day. Knowing that no matter what would be said, he would still be right here after the last word fell from her lips. Shifting softly at her side, ever willing to offer any support she needed of him and letting her like always he is here, by her side .
Jericho.
eight - no heart - no soul - 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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