Kīlga Pack (lore)

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Before The Pack

Before the pack there were stars, much like the ones we have today. They were small dots of bright light in the sky, watchers of the night, the guides for gentle souls. One freezing night, the moon crossed against the sun, bleeding him a bright red colour. The animals looked to the sky in wonder, as for so long had the moon had hidden himself away from his sisters radiant beauty. She gave life, leaving the world in a warm yellow glow. The moon, while important in his own unique way, was overlooked by many and all. His time to be bright was at the earths darkest, and yet the souls on earth slept. 

It seemed as if the moon was challenging his sister, the vibrant, coppery red a sight to behold, oh so different from the pale shade of white he took each night.  The night passed, and while some had trouble getting to sleep under the moons now gentle glow after his bloody defiance, the night passed like every other. And then the sun came up, bringing with her the colours she loved so much. Deep lavenders and oranges as she rose to her glory in the pale sky, her brother, once again, stood invisible.

The Forming Of The Pack

The future leader of Kīlga Pack stood watching the blood moon in awe. She had always had a special place in her black heart for him and his gentle ruling, but this night was different. He was upset, he wanted to be loved, and of corse was that too much to ask for? He moved as a foreboding stain in the sky. She certainly hated the notion of being loved, but then again she was a wolf of royal blood. She was respected, looked up to. The moon deserved that, he deserved to not be burnt by his sisters rays.

She didnt sleep that night, Naviira watched as he made his way through the dark sky, until a hint of light blue peaked at the edges. A brittle wind dared her fur to dance as she thought, dusting her back in small white flecks. With a small icy glare at the suns approach the wolf decided to stay inside her den for the day. Keeping the sun off her fur and paying respect to the moon. She passed her father on the way inside.

“It is not like you daughter to want to go back inside, i assumed you would be scouting.” His tone was flat, eyes blank.

Naviira snapped her maws at her father. “Can you not see the moon’s sorrow father. He is in turmoil, i do believe.”

The WolvenKings white fur bristled, he was angry. His heir had time to leave for days and insult wolves from other packs; and now time to speak about the troubles of the moon. Alas, she had no time to take lessons, or learn from her mentor.

Naviira went inside and curled up on the stone floor, her paws itched to be doing something, but she owed it to the moon.

She instead drew her attention to a matter which had plagued her mind for the past few seasons. It involved her position in the pack. Naviira was expected to take over after her father died, being his first and only surviving pup after all. But that life did not interest her, sure, she wanted nothing more to be powerful, lead a pack and make her own choices. But her fathers pack was so full of rules, politics, what to do and what not to do. She felt forever on edge, always a disapproving eye watching her as she ignored her duties. Naviira wanted to lead her own pack, but not only that, she wanted to form it herself. Sculpting it with her own paws into something she could be proud of.  

Then the thought came, she would leave, at night. She didn’t care about her fathers pack anyway, she doubted they cared about her either. Naviira would dedicate her pack to the moon, so he might feel not so alone.

And that's what she did, flying down the mountain side with the moon above her, with not another thought of the life she was leaving behind. Naviira spent the next few months gathering wolves for her pack, returning with them at dawn and spending the day hidden, teaching them her ways.

The changing of the pack

Cold nights, as usual. However this one felt different, the pack had gathered outside their dens for the arrival of new puppies, keeping their distance with hopeful glances passing along the group, an excited buzz in the air. 

Naviira stood with the new mother, ready to bless the pups. But when Aiza could finally rest after her long ordeal, there was only one. They opened their eyes, too young for such things, and Naviira stepped back, fur bristling. The young one had two different coloured eyes, one black and one white.

“The moon has blessed us, his spirit lives on in this wolf.” The WolvenQueen took it as a sign, being the fanatic she was. The next night, she journeyed to a neighbouring territory, and was brought to their leader. 

“I want you to take my pack away.” She told him. “Do whatever you want with them, I need them gone.” He tilted his head, being on the same level of maliciousness as his young neighbour. “Why?”

“I have no use for them, they are keeping me from my vision”

The king smiled a wicked toothy grin, and nodded. She returned home, coming to speak with Aiza. “I've come to collect the pup, I want to take them around the territory.” Aiza looked like she wanted to disagree, but she handed over her child to her queen. 

Naviira took them to a sheltered spot in the snow, warming the small bundle while screams of pain and anguish sounded from the hills above. “You will do great things little one.” she whispered, not bothering to hide the sounds coming from above.

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The pup had grown into a young wolf with an attitude that the Queen approved of. They had been named Ramsha, meaning face of the moon, which was fitting. The pair talked all day and prayed all night, able to sustain themselves easily without hunting. Naviira taught Ramsha everything about the moon, and what they should do to please him. Then one day, Ramsha came to their queen with questions.

“I've had a vision, my queen. Of a ruin in the desert. I felt like I was being pulled towards it, I think we need to go.”

The queen scoffed, shaking her head. And at that moment, the sun started to rise. “Look, time to go to sleep. We will talk of this in the night, if we need to.” She hunkered down at the back of the cave and closed her eyes. She didn't trust anything Ramsha said, however, they had the essence of the moon, maybe there was some truth to their words.

And that day, in her dreams, Naviira saw a sandy ruin, the sky an inky black. The moon sat just above the ruined building, a fat ball of light. She needed to get closer, be near the walls. Her paws dragged her forward, until the wolf was woken up suddenly. Tossed out of the dream like being doused in cold water. 

That was what started the second part of the changing. The two wolves talked, and decided that it was wisest to journey to the desert, and find the ruin. They wasted no time, setting off right away, hiding themselves from the sun during the day. 

They reached the ruin after many nights of walking, drawn to it the closer they got, until it rose in the distance. The stone was a dusty yellow, reaching towards the stars with four turrets of milky white. It looked old, abandoned, but it still stood, in most areas. Engraved on the front were the words ‘The cities the callings’. 

“This must be what the moon wants, he wants us to live here from now on.”Naviira said. However much truth was in her statement, that's what they did. The nights were certainly more dramatic from the desert.

Landmarks

The Hammam

The Hammam is a shallow underground spring that curls through the territory, the wolves use it to bathe and take the grime from their fur. There are various entrances to the spring, mainly through cracks in the ground, where it has been eroded. Rituals are also performed here at full moons, when the light shines through the holes in the ceiling.

Esh al'aqmar

The Esh al’qmar is the spot where a balcony would have once been on the ruin, it is the highest spot, save for the four turrets. The moon seems to rest just above the balcony, and coming into the ruin, it appears like it's resting on the stone. Wolves come here when they feel the need to talk or sit with the moon, either for faith or companionship. Sometimes a Sultan or Sultana might call a meeting from there.

Hajar ahmar

The Hajar ahmar can be seen for miles around, since the sand is so flat. It is a tall rock that rises from the sand, like a big anthill. It is made of sandstone, and no one really knows how it got there, but it is a great landmark to remember when travelling.

sacred spots

The ruin

The Ruin in itself is a sacred area, while inside you must keep your voice low, be respectful, and keep your intentions pure. Many pups and younger adolescents spend most of their time outside the ruin, for they don't understand the rules. Wolves sleep and pray inside the ruin, no blood is to be spilled inside.

The Masdar

The Masdar is a small oasis that is connected to the underground spring. It brings prey into its lush grounds so the wolves may eat, it also has a few date trees, which the wolves watch closely, they can eat the dates. The Masdar provides them with life. 

The Midan

The Midan is the meeting place of the pack, it is situated in the middle of the ruin, on the azure mosaic floors of the bottom section. Wolves meet here for nightly prayer most commonly, but also talk here before going out or completing duties. It's a great spot for relaxing, and is also very beautiful. The Sultan or Sultana sleep here during the day, and spend their free time here as well, as it is a sacred space.

Camp

-the caves

-the rules

Religion

-beliefs

-the rules

-rituals

-prayers

Roles in the pack

The wolves

The wolves listed below are the original pack, the first few before the WolvenQueen moved her and her Alqamars to the desert. These wolves are now spirits, their lifeblood spilt in the name of their sultans ambition. 

Past pack members-the first stage

 The WolvenQueen, Naviira

 Nehal

 Yadu

 Chandra

 Kabalilrut

 Dharatee

 Druva

 Cand

 Niamat

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