Nymeria |
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Kalseru |
Vortigern |
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Moonfeather
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Yuki |
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Viserion, Myrcella
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Eldrax
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Rhaegal, Tychon, Alagai, Paxton, Visenya
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Drogon, Icarus
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Greywind, Rhaenys, Arthfael
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Bastille, Samus
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Dandelion, Semele
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Daenerys, Sleekwing, Tyrion
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Mêlée, AshitakaEmer, Bran, Jabari, Vaella, Cadeyrn, Berwyn, Nerys, Jubilee, Ashur, Reine, Icarus, Kricket, Navarre, Leilani, Jakuta
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Vhagar
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Diveen
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MoonGlow, Alcide, Sorcha, Fjallraven,
Pan, Grayson, Ravenna, Niviaq |
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
- - Nymeria
❥ Pregnant | ^ Pending Promotion | ✘ Stolen | Away
IP: 67.143.208.237
Posted on February 3, 2018 at 02:53:45 AM by Eldrax
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The world he had been surrounded by since as far back as he could remember was warm and comforting. He was loved and he knew it even without being told. Liquid tickled at his paws and he kicked at it playfully, loving the way it nourished him through the chord that attached him to his mother. He knew her already. He'd heard her voice for weeks now, the minute his ear drums developed. She was soft and kind and everything a mother should be. His father, too, he knew the deeper voice that it belonged to. He felt their love for each other through the sounds of their voices as they talked to each other. The tone was soft, nurturing, and he leaned into it, demanding more. But the sounds were muted and this displeased him. He wanted to surround himself in it just as he had done everything else that gave him pleasure. All too soon the dream was over and the nightmare began. He felt himself moving and no amount of paddling could keep it at bay. He finally succumbed to his fate as he was pushed through a very narrow canal that barely seemed to fit him. How could anything fit through there?! But when the comforting sac opened all around him and he was thrust into bright lights and the first touch of cold to his dripping wet coat, he found nothing but displeasure to be had of this new world. He wanted none of it. They could take the loving voices back and the overwhelming sounds and the cold all back cause he wanted his old world with a fierceness. He let them all know about it, his voice drowning out the other sounds as he cried and whined his great displeasure. How could they allow this to happen to him?! The loving voices were all but absent, his fluid-filled ears only hearing a whisper of his mother's voice before she grew silent. What was this blasphemy?! He needed her voice to get through this! He whined in greater displeasure, writhing and wriggling on the cold den floor, crying out for his father, his mother, anyone to take away the cold and the wet and replace it with something warmer and drier. Only once he was settled at his mother's stomach did he calm himself, but only just, for a new feeling overwhelmed his senses. Hunger. He was sure he was smelling something absolutely heavenly and he had to have it. He snuffled and nuzzled into his mother's fur drinking in her scent and memorizing it, bonding to it, but also on an eager search for nourishment. When he found the nipple to drag his gums over, he whimpered anew in yearning and plunged forward, pushing and kneading with his paws until the sweet nectar of milk filled him. Ah, for the simple pleasures in life. Maybe this world wouldn't be so bad at all, at least as long as this stuff was around. He didn't know what he would do without it. He drank and drank until he got his belly nice and plump, licking eagerly at his milk soaked chin as he pulled back and finally gave up some space to his siblings as he settled at he squirmed toward his mother's front leg, inching his way under it until he felt once more surrounded by warmth. Only then did he groan in his newest pleasure, opening his tiny jaws wide as they could go in a contented yawn before he stretched out and gave himself up to the darkness and sleep. The world could wait its turn. He had new adventures to go on in his dreams. Eldrax male.0 years old.32' 118#.born to Bastille x Rhaegal.brother to Swifttalon & Melee.bound to none.mated to none.father to none.Spirane Picture @ Lucky978 (Deviantart) |
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- Ours Is The Fury - By Rhaegal February 16, 2018 at 02:08:41 AM
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| Return to Top **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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