Get with me if you want to move up in rank. I'm going to change up the pack tasks for a little change of pace.
Congratulations to Adrian on her promotion to Governess. She will handle the guidance and teaching of our young pups in Iromar.
If you have a ^ next to your name, that means you're up for promotion so see me or send me a message on Discord so we can see where to move you. All others interested in specializing or getting a rank, let me know so we can figure out how to make that happen.
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I know I had a couple replies for the training with Spirane so I will be starting that thread soon. Stay tuned!
I am still working on an alliance with Diveen and Asteraia so stay tuned. If you have any information or would like to help, please let me know. If anyone has any ideas to promote activity within the pack, also, let me know. I am open for plots and such! Meanwhile, thank you all for your continued support of the pack.
Sweet Nothings and Razor Blades IP: 108.55.74.61 Posted on June 17, 2018 at 10:36:18 PM by Gazmala
Pregnancy was not even remotely delightful. Well maybe it wasn’t all bad. Certainly Gazmala enjoyed the extra attention she got. Her Shadow King seemed intent of feeding her and his compulsive need to mark her was thoroughly amusing and spoke to some primal instinct within her. Even as independent as she was, with his spawn growing inside her, Gazmala craved that claiming. She sometimes even discretely sought it out. However it wasn’t all food and visits from Blackthorne. Her body was growing, sometimes painfully, and as the days passed the discomfort only grew.
If she wasn’t sleeping, the Shadowweaver of Iromar was restless and irritable. The other members of the pack had learned early on in her pregnancy not to point out the physical changes in her. Sure, her stomach was swelling, but those foolish enough to point it out as some great achievement tended to get a taste of the bitch’s razor-like anger. Spring couldn’t come soon enough and with her belly stretched by the cursed spawn, Gazmala had taken to lurking on the edges of Iromar’s peculiar social sphere.
It was on a day of particular discomfort that Gazmala had taken it into her head to venture beyond Iromar’s borders. It was a risk, given she was carrying the spawn of the contested King, but she needed to move, to do something useful. Something more than just laze around and gorge herself. She was slowly going insane. Deciding that perhaps she could find herself another recruit to tempt back to Iromar or at least do a little light recon, she’d started out early, snarling as the pups shifted in her belly and pressed against her organs. Damn parasites needed to hurry up and mature so she could get them out of her body. If she wasn’t so intent on seeing them raised with the proper training she would shove them off on Eve or another female in the pack who had found herself pregnant.
Unfortunately much of the day was unproductive until she picked up a familiar scent. The boy from the tundra! So he’d escaped the clutches of the mountain pack. Still venomously bitter of his kidnapping, she decided that she would seek him out and see if she couldn’t continue her recruitment of the boy. He’d seemed like a lost soul in need of direction. Iromar was good for that. Finding the things in life that gave the most joy, regardless of what greater society thought. For Gazmala that was manipulation and instigation, sometimes reconnaissance as well. There was a bleakness in the mottled boy that Gazmala could bend and shape.
It had taken some convincing and bending of the truth, but she’d finally managed to break through all the slander that Spirane had heaped on Asunder. Her pregnant ire fueled by the pack’s attempt to turn the boy against her when she’d only just found him, she stored away that burning desire for revenge. It would come and it would be glorious, but for now she needed to get back to Iromar. She was hungry and tired and starting to get grumpy because she’d been traipsing about Moladion for a bit too long. Maybe if she was lucky, some idiot loyalist would cross her path and say the perfectly wrong thing and she could vent a bit more of her frustration.
Of course none would have the chance for as soon as the pair neared the borders of Iromar the wind shifted, carrying her scent into its swampy interior. Her paws had barely touched Iromarian soil when she heard the sound of a body crashing headlong toward them and sighed. Too late she realized that Thorne was probably not in the best state of mind to be bringing around new males. He could barely tolerate the ones that already lurked throughout his lands. Still, she was not particularly in the mood for a brawl and really just wanted to take a nap.
Watching Thorne’s display of dominance, Gazmala glanced behind her at Asunder to gauge his reaction before plodding forward with just the barest hint of a waddle hindering her usually graceful gait. With zero hesitation, she closed the gap between them and gave his chin a nudge with the bridge of her nose to lift his head slightly, then rubbed her cheek against his, hoping to distract him just a little with an opportunity to mark her once more. It would also double to show that she only held the barest hints of Asunder’s scent, the level of scenting that came from traveling in proximity to one another and nothing more. Still, part of her hoped that he might get a little snippy with her, grumpy as she was, as she would rather enjoy getting a little snappy right back.
Monarch
Pretty simple, Alpha of Iromar. Ultimate authority. What I say, goes.
Chief
The 'Co-Alpha'. He is her equal and has all the same authorities as she does. He is be respected and can take challenges and block steals.
Deputy
The Beta of Iromar. The most trusted wolf under the Alpha. Has all the same authorities of the Monarch in her absence. Second in command. Can block steals and take challenges.
Council
The advisor to the Monarch. One who's wisdom is often sought in matters of politics and war. Not necessarily an elder but someone the Monarch looks up to.
Trooper
The head warrior of Iromar. Shows the most skill in combat and has experience to back it up. Trains the soldiers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Stalker
The head hunter of Iromar. Shows the most skill in hunting and providing for the pack. Tasked with leading pack hunts and teaching the pups of the pack at designated times. Trains the hunters and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Medic
The head healer of Iromar. Skilled in herbs and emergency medicine. Tasked with checking on the Monarch/Deputy after a challenge and also keeping up with mothers around birthing time. Trains the healers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Envoy
The head diplomat in Iromar. Skilled in matters of politics and conversation. Intelligent and witty, this wolf keeps the pack together as one while reaching out to potential allies for support. Council is their direct supervisor. Trains the diplomats and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Governess
The guardian of offspring in Iromar. Skilled as a warrior and alert as a scout, this wolf is tasked with probably one of the most important jobs in Iromar, protecting the future of the pack and Moladian. They can watch the litter while the parents are off doing tasks, hunting, or just enjoying some quiet time. Can serve as guides for the pups, like having a full time guardian. Trains the teachers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Snoop
The head spy in Iromar. Skilled in maneuverability and blending in, this wolf must be a shadow when called upon. Tasked with finding out information about other packs or wolves when called upon, this wolf must be quick as well as witty, able to make anyone believe anything. Also serves as a thief when the need arises. Trains the spies and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Chronicler
The head story teller of Iromar. This wolf has done their research on all things Iromar and Moladian. They can give a good history lesson or spin a tale on demand when the younger minds call for distraction. Able to captivate an audience. May even help with speeches for the Monarch when necessary. No one to train but the pups or even adults of Iromar when they have questions or curiosity about the past. This wolf may even be called upon by the Council at times. Can block steals.
Soothsayer
The seer of Iromar. This is a special rank made specifically for a wolf with "the sight." Consider her an advisor/spy of sorts for the alpha and rest of the pack. She/he can gather intel from outside or supernatural forces. You don't have to believe in the magic of this ability for any wolf with this rank will be respected as a ranked member of the pack. Can block steals.
Warriors- Members of the Iromar army. Skilled in combat and overseen by the Trooper.
Hunters- Providers for Iromar. Skilled in scavenging and hunting.
Healers- Doctors of Iromar. Skilled in herbs and emergency medicine for those in need.
Diplomats- Extroverts of Iromar. Skilled in politics and overall conversation.
Spies- Scouts and thieves of Iromar. Skilled in blending in and masking themselves when called upon.
Teachers- Guardians of the youth of Iromar. Skilled in defense and culture. They shape the young minds of the future.
Children-The pups of Iromar. To be cherished as they are precious for the future of the land. Shape them and mold them into something we can all be proud of.
Members- Overall pack members of Iromar. Not specialized in a particular field yet but just as important to the population.