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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

M�l�e, 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

The Elven King
The elven prince really had no true opinion on the matter of who would win in the fight. He had never met the queen of the mountains, only heard about her from his mother and father. That was not to say that he wanted the stranger to win, no, Thranduil was content to continue his life as he had been living it and a change in leadership would simply throw off the peace. On top of that, reasons at to why this male sought to claim the mountain, his convictions for charging into the battle, were less than satisfactory to the young boy. In Thranduil's mind, Covet's reasons were petty, pathetic, and childish. He had already heard about the males great temper tantrum over the angels which had caused him to capture Diveen. Word spread fast through Moladion, especially if it had to do with one of the largest families in the entire area. Not only that, but many of those so called angels came running to Spirane, filling up the peeks and making them hard to avoid as they shattered the peace of the mountain in their desperate attempts at settling down in their temporary sanctuary. It pleased the elven prince greatly when the angel heir had taken his throne back, it meant that the intruders left and he could sleep and live in peace. Unfortunately this Covet was hell bent on killing peace, an unfortunate thing to do because now he was rather infamous and well hated for it (especially by Thranduil), and had challenged Daenerys for Spirane on the pretense that they were in the wrong for housing the angels. Like he had said before childish.

The tan male laid upon his stoney throne outside of his den, the sun beating down upon the rock and warming the boy. Naps were his favorite past time, if he didn't get his beauty sleep he wouldn't be as handsome as he was. Very rarely did he linger around his siblings, or anyone for that matter. Thranduil had come to love solitude, the ability to be left with his own thoughts. He held no desires to be around others, to socialize. He left that to his sister while his brother went off and.....well did whatever the hell Victor did. Father had always leaned towards Victor, told him how great of a son he was as the first born, while mother loved her daughter Viekas. Thranduil did not receive such attention, and as much as he'd like to say it didn't bug him...well it did. Anger bubbled up in him over the matter, for his siblings were no better than he, Victor was bigger but dim witted, too bent on being a warrior to use his brain. Viekas had a snotty attitude, its astounding she had as many friends as she did. Yes, Thranduil thought himself better than them both, but when you have no one but yourself to tell you that, you tend to hold on to that belief strongly, with a stubborn force. Thranduil was the elven prince, destined for greater things, and this he knew for a fact without needing someone else to tell him.

A howl rings out over the land, shaking the boy from his dream kingdom and back to the real world with a flick of his ear. It was a victory cry by Daenerys, calling all the wolves of Spirane together for a meeting. For a moment, Thranduil just lays there, knowing it is not mandatory to go and especially not required to stay and socialize. Almost ever fiber in his being wants to return to sleep, wander off somewhere else. But another part of him tells him he needs to go down there, atleast see the wolves he lived with and make sure they weren't doing anything stupid. He sighed, emerald eyes flashing open. A few minutes, a few minutes he would stay, meet the queen, and then leave. There was nothing there for him, only other wolves who had never made an attempt to meet him, so why should he try with them? He had lived here almost a full year now and so far the only wolf outside his family he had met had been the strange male that had nearly stepped upon him. Rude really, but Thranduil was not a mean creature and so he found no reason to blame this wolf for the accident. Such were the ways of the prince without a kingdom.

Large cream paws, carried the boy up the mountain towards the clearing in which the call had originated. Thranduil was truly a sight to behold, his main color a light, creamy tan with a tuxedo like white chest and brown mixed in upon his back. His eyes were the most stunning of greens, even more beautiful than the trees and nature itself. It was a wonder where he got his coloration from, his mother insisting it was from his grandmother, yet both of his parents were black and white; the only show of his parentage was the white tuxedo marking from his dad. He walked at a leisurely pace, feeling no desire to rush to something he wasn't truly concerned about. It does not take him too long to find the clearing where others had begun to gather, pups and adults alike. He moved quietly into the clearing, not paying much mind to anyone but Daenerys as he looks at her for a moment while she sits before her throne, inspecting the damages she had suffered in the fight while nodding a greeting to her. He fond a rock not too far away from the gathering, but far enough that the others would leave him be unless they really, really wanted to talk to him for whatever reason.

He intends to sleep, and yet he can't, he stares at the queen, fascinated by her in a way. Why she had chosen a meeting over getting assistance from a healer was hardly known to him. When his fascination was sated, he laid his head down and closed his eyes, waiting until he could leave.

THRANDUIL | MALE | 0 | NO QUEEN | NO SOUL | SPIRANE | VINCENTXSPIRIT

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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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