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 February 23, 2017 at 02:14:00 AM by Morrigan, Aine, and Janus

As soon as her strength had returned, Morrigan had set off for Spirane to make Roman's return and their subsequent mateship known to her eldest daughters. The pups had been left at the den, with the order to stay put until she returned- excitement made her perhaps not as careful as she should have been, but she assumed that they were all old enough and smart enough to understand that they were not to wander. Should anything happen, she knew Roman would be nearby regardless. There was a certain lightness to her step as she trotted from the forests of Taviora to the mountains of Spirane. She was largely unconcerned with the borders, she was a spy after all, and well-adjusted to being in places where she didn't exactly belong. The woman was not about to sit at the borders and call for her daughters, after all- if they were here, then she had as much of a right to be.

The ground grew rocky, steeper underneath her paws. Her nostrils flared as the scent of Daenerys filled them, and with a quick glance around, she silently crossed the border and started searching instead for the scent of Nico and Vesta. Memories of Roman's rule here filled her mind, one of the only times she had felt as though she had truly had a purpose. She shook the thought from her head. Purpose would come again, she was sure of it. Her inky black eyes glanced quickly to the side as she heard the sound of pebbles tumbling down a slope- the mountain trail she had chosen was rather precarious.

Janus had decided that he was not going to let his mother leave without him, and subsequently, Aine had decided that she was not going to be without her brother. The pair followed their mother's scent, scampering after her at a rather quick pace considering their still-small size. The eldest brother was a bit annoyed that his sister had followed him, but by now he recognized that the girl seemed to cling to him like a burr. He couldn't decide if he felt annoyance or sympathy towards her shyness- he supposed that they were family, and he would have to deal with it for now. Cato had stayed behind, petitioning them to wait for him to fetch Father, but Janus had been gone before the words had finished leaving his mouth.

He motioned for Aine to follow closely. "Come on," he whispered, heading up a trail slightly higher than the one that their mother was currently following. The pair skittered upwards, unnoticed until a misstep from little Aine sent pebbles tumbling down the slope.

Morrigan's head quickly turned, her fur ruffled as she anticipated a fight with a member of the pack who might be a bit annoyed with a trespasser. She saw no warrior of Spirane, however, and instead caught sight of two of her children. She let out a small sigh. They stared at her, sheepish, like rabbits caught in the line of sight of a lynx. "Janus, Aine, come down from there." She called, one eyebrow raised. Janus trotted towards her with little incident, although the frantic scampering of Aine dislodged one of the bracer rocks that was holding up the mountain trails up on this particular side. The rocks began to slide and slip, both pups becoming unsteady on their feet as the ground shifted beneath their paws.

Morrigan began to panic, her ears falling flat against her head. For a moment, right before the excruciatingly loud rumble of a rockslide filled her ears, time seemed to stand still. The frightened faces of Janus and Aine were burned into her mind right before the impact of a large boulder sent her tumbling over the side. As she fell, her inky black eyes caught site of the pair being caught up in the rockslide, tiny bodies being beaten and bruised by the heavy boulders and slabs of pure rock. She thought she might have screamed, but she couldn't hear past the rushing of blood in her ears. Rocks and debris followed her on her way down- every time her body slammed against something solid her paws scrabbled to hold on, but to no avail.

She hit the ground with an excruciating crunch. A slow, wheezing breath escaped her maw and she coughed, droplets of blood spraying across the ground in front of her muzzle. Morrigan's vision began to dim and fade, but she forced herself to hang on. Janus, Aine... no, it couldn't be, they couldn't be gone. But she had seen them, there was no way that they had... Tears leaked from her eyes both from the pain and the prospect of the loss of her children. The frantic steps of another wolf, in her pain-induced delirium, caused her to snarl until she saw the face of Roman appear in her shaky vision. Cato, she thought, might be standing beneath his paws, but she could not crane her head to look. She could not feel her body, and yet she could feel it burning, as if she were on fire from the inside out.

Morrigan took another wheezing breath, shallower this time. She knew that she did not have much time, and the woman did not feel brave in the face of death. She was afraid. "Janus... Aine... gone... gone... they're gone. They fell... with the rocks... they followed me... here." Her voice was slow, fearful and pleading, raspy. Tears leaked from her eyes, and she felt the muzzle of her mate against her cheek and the press of her son's body against her side. "I... Don't... don't bother... calling for a healer." She coughed again, more blood covering the ground in front of her.

"Roman... I love... you. I hope you... know... I have always... loved.. you. You... gave me... hope... and I would have waited... forever... for you. Take... care... of our children... they all... hold parts... of me." She drew in another shallow, shaky breath, and it was clear that the very action of breathing was growing difficult. "Little... Cato... I hope... you can love... someone... as fully... as your father... loves me... and I... him. Tell... your sisters... I love them... and I am proud... of... them..." She coughed again, this time far harsher, with far more blood. "I... am happy... to... have lived."

Morrigan's body shuddered violently, and she tried to draw in a breath but only choked. Her paws scrabbled against the ground for a moment before her body grew still, and her inky eyes dulled, looking not at the face of her mate or her child but past them both, viewing something that lay far beyond the realm of the living. A small, quiet whimper escaped her maw, and with the whimper, the breath was sucked from her body. Her eyes, lost whatever luster they had left, and the stiffness of her living body gave way to the ragdoll-esque deadweight of death. The assassin, convinced she would have died at the paws of someone else long ago, passed far more peacefully and surrounded by far more love than she could have ever dreamt of. The old gods of her homeland that little Aine had been so interested in would guide her, now, to see her parents once more, and to patiently await the arrival of the ones she had loved after.

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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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