THE GRAVEKEEPERALPHA OF TAVIORA
Moonshade*

THE KEEPER OF TRUTHSTHE CHOSEN HEIR

None Created

THE KEEPER OF SECRETSTHE SECOND ALPHA

None Yet Worthy
THE FOREST COUNCILTaviora's Most Achieved

THE TUSKSLEAD FIGHTER

None

THE JAWSHEAD OF DEFENCE

None

THE HORNSSENIOR TEACHER

None

THE EYESTHE INFORMANT

None

THE DARK DWELLERTHE HEALER OF FLESH

None

THE SOOTHSAYERTHE HEALER OF HEARTS

None
NIGHTWATCHERS
Dexter
Citlalli
DAWNSTRIDERS
Talien
Eztli
DAYLIGHTERS
Sila
Mara Sov
Forrest
~Ophiuchus~
DUSKWALKERS
Nenetl
ANCIENT PINESOUR ELDERS
None
THE BRIAR PATCHOUR FUTURE
The Nursury is empty
THE SAPLINGSOUR YOUNG
Those growing into paws
THE WELCOMEDALLIES
Zelda, Midna, Beltane, Menkhet
THE BANISHEDENEMIES
None

THE SACRED TOMBSOUR SPIRIT GUARDIANS
| Roamin | Sen | Rhae | Iblis | Moth |
| Seamus | Morrigan | Paisley | Jinan | Wraith |

Announcements as of July 28, 2021

I have called you, and you have answered my call --

Do not mistake my silence for weakness, my forest kin. For I am willing to defend you with my fangs and claws, until the days come when am no longer able to. Keep an eye on the borders for Zelda and her sister Midna, because I will welcome them back into the flock on the day of their return.

The flood has left our forest home in a sorry state of disarray. I shall not tolerate this. Summer is here and we must rebuild our dens in time for winter. There is a lot of hard and dirty work ahead of us. But we shall face it together, as family, as a pack. Let's get back to work and then we shall hunt. I hunger for a feast.


From your new Alpha --

Moonshade, the Gravekeeper of Moladion

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Posted on May 15, 2017 at 06:28:41 PM by ALEXANDER

When she comes towards him, stopped by his call to her on her way to other wounds, he is a statue. He is appropriately stalled from his usual banter, his greeting stifled in light of her disapproval. She is glorious in her perfection, staring across at him with a mixture of emotions that he dare not touch. There is what he thinks might be regret there, apology in some part, but he was careful to treat it as pity and not some foolish thing as he had once done so freely. She was not his to brighten, only to protect.

His formality only seems to worsen this expressiveness on her face, but what else does he have in his repertoire. He has only ever known how to be a brother-at-arms or a soldier. Not a soul could have told him to be neutral towards this particular she-wolf, not without much cuffing upside the head and mockery. How does one be neutral to such a creature as her? She is deserving of worship her title demands, of fondness as only a knight can hold for his Mistress, of respect and separation as a commoner to his Lady.

She ignores his gift, the sign of their victory, and instead rushes towards him in a startling display he is unprepared for. Her sudden rush to nearness makes him stumble back into a sudden sitting pose that reminds him of the foreleg wound harshly as he positions himself not to press or pressure his one forelimb so heedlessly. "Doesn’t it hurt at all?"

She asks this thing of him before he has quite cleared his throat of the knot she had thoroughly lodged there with the swift application of moss to the chest and shoulder wound. His rich tenor reply comes with a mite more tension than even pain might account for - but he would be dead before admitting what else had tightened his tone. “It does, Goddess.” He keeps his eyes averted, his skin heated around his face beneath his fur so that she might only have noticed it in the skin of his ears or the flush of the flesh about his nose. “I wanted to assure you that we are all well, that none fell in the fight. Astrid was the ultimate victor. She opened its throat in such a way that speaks to quite a vengeance paid in this hunt.”

He reports because her tender care was not what he expected after his foolishness. He reports because whenever he was torn as to what he need to, reporting allowed him a mindless task to mask his filtering his innermost feelings.

"I’m sorry, for that day. I didn’t mean to be so short with you."

His head snaps to make him look at her fully, surprise barely held behind his mask of professionalism like a dam ready to burst. It had been a thorough dressing down when they had last met in this private of a manner. He does not know what to do with the apology given, but her multi-colored eyes entrance him when she glances into them for a moment. "I wasn’t feeling like myself that day, but it doesn’t excuse what I said to you when you were just trying to make me feel better." Her apology is a siren song and he is only just able to let her look back to her work, to control his response to something sensible. "You want any valerian root? Is the pain bad? Or aloe enough to soothe it?"

“I do not take the remedies for pain, my Goddess. Not since the last time it impeded my sharpness of focus...” but still he had to speak to her apology, to the explanations she had paid him. “And I am your man, Zelda,” he says her name like a prayer, like a closer friend might dare to speak it, but he cannot hate himself for the single act of familiarity, “ it is your right to speak how you will, why you will, what you will with me. You deserved better respect than boyish teases and banter. I angered you and you set me right, there is no apology to be made.” His words are sure, but his tone exposes some of the wound that he cannot quite cover. It is clear he does not lie when he speaks to her right, nor that he accepts his place, only that intangible thing in his breast that had nearly been truly torn apart by the bear the way it had metaphorically been wrent by the dismissal she had offered him last.

“The aloe will be more care than I might have accomplished on my own, my chest and shoulder give you thanks.” He says with a smile half as bright as usual, but with a weight to his eyes that speaks volumes more than he might have wished her to read.



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THE FOREST RANKS

THE GRAVEKEEPER

The Alpha Male of Taviora. He will accept all challenges and block any steals. He has taken an oath to protect all within the forest, alive and dead.

THE KEEPER OF SECRETS

This will be Moonshade's chosen co-alpha. They will also be able to accept challanges and steals in order to defend Taviora.

THE KEEPER OF TRUTHS

This rank will belong to the chosen heir of Taviora. This wolf will probably share Moonshade's blood. This rank can be challenged for if you believe that you are a better candidate for the job.

THE FOREST COUNCIL

Although the Alpha's have the final say in all matters, Taviora is still a pack, we are still a community. These wolves are the most senior members of our ranks. Their role is to guide, serve and protect. All of them have earned their place here and they should be respected at all times. Every position on the council can be challanged for by a subordinate pack member. However the council has the right to block a pack member from gaining the position if they have concluded that the individual has placed their own selfish desires before the best interest of the pack as a whole.

THE TUSKS

The packs lead fighter. One of the strongest and bravest in our ranks. They will answer the call to protect the forest if either of the Alpha's are absent.

THE JAWS

The packs head of defence. They are our chief hunter and guardian to all within the forest borders. They know every inch of Taviora and every wolf within.

THE HORNS

The packs most senior teacher. They are responsible for teaching and guiding all of our young and new members so that they will reach their full potential.

THE EYES

The packs trusted informant. This wolf spends a lot of their time outside the forest borders, keeping their eyes, ears and nose peeled for news or potential trouble. Due to the secretive and dangerous nature of this rank, only a wolf that the pack can trust with their lives will obtain this responsibility.

THE DARKDWELLER

This is Taviora’s Head Healer. This wolf is responsible for treating the pack's wounds, injuries and illnesses. They are also expected to be one of the first on scene when a mother goes into labour. Along with their counterpart, The Soothsayer, they will train future healers for the service of our pack and our allies.

THE SOOTHSAYER

This is Taviora’s Head Counselor. Their knowledge of healing and herbal remedies are equal to that of their counterpart, The Darkdweller. This wolf specializes in helping us conquer the unseen demons in our heads and our hearts. They are also expected to help bring all children of the forest safely into this world.

NIGHTWATCHERS

Our trusted packmates that guard the borders while the rest of us sleep safely in our dens. If something is amiss within our lands, they should be the first to intercept any threat and call for back up when needed. Some might not call themselves soldiers, but they will spill blood if push comes to shove.

DAWNSTRIDERS

The most diligent and selfless of our pack. They are up at first light and leave our inner sanctum every few days in search of prey. They hunt far and wide in order to make sure none of us go hungry. While not out hunting, they are free to relax or assist the Nightwatchers, Daylightres or Dawnstriders with their tasks.

DAYLIGHTERS

This group will make up the bulk of our pack, they are our beloved family. They are generalists and commoners who are charged with looking after the most central and sacred parts of our home. Along with The Horns, they are expected to watch out for our children. We are happy to keep all within our ranks that love and respect the forest of Taviora.

DUSKWALKERS

Rumoured to be the most free spirited and independent members of our pack, they guard when no other eyes are available. They wander down all the winding dirt paths and have been known to explore into the freelands. They are envoys and ambassadors who assist The Eyes with their duty of keeping us all safe.

ANCIENT PINES

These wolves are older and have retired from active service. We thank them for all that they have done for our pack, however long or short their tenor was. They shall live out the rest of their years with the best food, shelter and company we can offer them.

THE BRIAR PATCH

This is the name for Taviora’s nursing mothers and their litters of puppies. Once they are born, at least one parent is expected to temporarily step down from their role in order to raise their pups for the first 6 months of their lives. An exemption can be made if another mother is willing to look after the young while the parents resume their service to the pack.

THE SAPLINGS

Too big for the briar patch but not yet old enough to be called a daylighter. These are all puppies between the age of 1 and 3. Pups can start their training from 2 and above if The Horns has found a suitable Mentor for them.

THE WELCOMED

These wolves are welcome within our borders anytime of the day or night. Blocking their access will be met with disapproval and possible punishment.

THE BANISHED

They are enemies of our pack and their presence will not be tolerated within or near our home. Those caught in contact with a wolf on this list will likely share the same fate.

THE SACRED TOMBS

Our brothers and sisters that have sadly left us for their next adventures. We give thanks for their lives and we send them on with all our love, hopes and dreams. Moonshade will accept the bones of any wolf that has ever called Taviora their home and will find them a special place within our hallowed grounds. Every burial mound is individual and sacred. Tampering or messing with one will not be tolerated. A crime against the dead will be treated as though it has been committed against a living pack member.

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