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



❥ Pregnant | ^ Pending Promotion | ✘ Stolen | Away

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Heaven's Not Enough
IP: 184.20.238.145
Posted on May 16, 2015 at 09:37:45 PM by Orca

I Can Barely Look At You
But Every Single Time I Do,
I Know We'll Make It Anywhere
Away From Here




My re-appearance to the mountain this go-around is a quiet affair, unlike it had been on the day I had returned with my youngest sister Idunn in tow. I had no desire to make a spectacle of myself for simply returning to that which had always been my heart and home. My Gypsy Soul has long been tethered to the tradewinds in passing, and it is no new notion that I was subject to such whims of wanderlust... much like my mother before me.

Recounting the many years, it is a wonder I have come to be of such an age as I am now. My youth has slipped me by and I find I am not quite the bouncy effervescent cherub I once was. My bright impish smile has morphed into a cameo of regal cleverness. A light still dances in my violet eyes ringed in blue, but there-in lies a wisdom that gives me an expression much akin to my shamanistic mother. These eyes now scan the familiar landscape with a loving nostalgia, a serene tranquility exuded from my aura as I leisurely ascend the winding mountain paths.

I take my time, unharried or hurried as so many are wont to do, and my steps do not directly dictate a trajectory towards the common meeting place of the pack. Instead I am compelled to meander, memories of times long past casting visions of those now gone or full grown as specters to dance and play across the landscape for my heart to delight upon in bittersweet reverie. Paws whisper across the earth, my sooty figure slinking through pine copses and meadows of wildflowers, from which I collect a few specimens of lupin, fireweed, bluebells, snowdrop and even a couple of fern leaves. Continuing on, my journey finally comes to a close before a small and rather inconspicuous mound of stones. The only marker of this sacred shrine to those beloved of the Mountain. The hallowed monument would not seem like anything to take note of to the eyes of a stranger. But there is a power that lingers in the air here, inviting one closer with it's calm, loving energy. My eyes linger upon the different stones, each a little unique in it's own right... color, shape, texture.... But it is not stones that I see when my eyes settle upon them.

I see my mother and father, entwined in a final loving embrace. I remember thinking that I had never seen my mother look so delicate or frail and yet so profound as that final day, and my father who had always been a pillar of gentle strength and faithfulness, offering up himself as a final sacrifice of such loyalty to his mate and imprint. There could not be a more devoted father or mate, at least in my eyes. I give a small sigh, realizing my vision had blurred slightly, eyes having grown moist. I stepped gingerly forward, placing my small bouquet atop the pinnacle of the mound before gently settling upon my haunches and wrapping my tail about my paws.

"Hello mother, father..." I murmured. "I am sorry it has been so long since my last visit. I miss you..." I let the words trail off into a comfortable, contemplative silence, enjoying the stillness save for the feather-light mountain breeze.
...You've Been the Only Thing That's Right In All I've Done...


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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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