ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇʟᴇꜱᴛɪᴀʟ ꜱᴜɴ (ʟᴏʀᴇ)
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Posted 2023-03-12 20:57:57 (edited)
Pack of the Celestial Sun  Ice cold winds rustle the trees of the surrounding forest. As you walk deeper into the labyrinth of twisting branches and fallen leaves, movement catches your eye; shadows dancing between the trees, large shapes, hunched low to the ground slinking through the darkness. A deep growl can be heard coming from the depths of the forest as glowing golden eyes peer back at you from the shadows. "Watch where your walking, stranger", a voice snarls from somewhere nearby. "Or you may end up lost in the darkness" Current Leads
Table Of Contents Introduction 1. Rules and Ideals 2. Wolf Archive Samara's Reign 1. Year 5 2. Year 6 |
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Posted 2023-03-12 21:45:03 (edited)
Rules and Ideals Hierarchy
Queen - The leader of the pack. The current queen must be a direct descendant of the former Queen.
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Posted 2023-03-12 21:52:35 (edited)
Wolf Archive Former Queens
Wisteria Level 11 T* | Hydrangea | 10m Former Kings
Maven Level 9 TIII | Grulla | 10m |
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Posted 2023-03-12 22:22:34 (edited)
Year 5 of Samara's reign  Hunters
Herbalist
Scouts
Pupsitters
Youth
Maven lay on a ledge overlooking the clearing where the pack mills about. He's relatively new to the pack, joining just in the last year when he was a pup. He still hasn't seemed to make connections with many of his other pack mates , unlike his other young pack mates who joined this year. He's a quiet adolescent, stoic and serious. While he isn't very close to many of his pack mates, he cares deeply about his newfound family. On more than one occasion he has been the one to alert the pack of nearby danger or saving pups the younger pups from danger. He's a very alert young wolf. His ears twitch, a familiar scent wafting through his nostrils. Salem. His eyes track Salem's motions as he comes to sit near the younger wolf. Maven shifts his eyes back to surveying the pack once more. After a long moment, Salem speaks. "Winter draws near." Salem's nose tests the air, his fur rustled by a growing chill. Maven only nods. Salem turns to look at the younger wolf. "You care about this pack, don't you?" "Of course," Maven answers quickly. He's a bit shocked that Salem's questioning his loyalty and passion for his pack. "You guys took me in when no one else would." Another silence falls between the two wolves. The sun has begun to dip low to the horizon, peeking out only between the trees. Salem takes a breath. "I grow old. I'm getting tired," He says. "I won't be King for much longer." When Maven doesn't answer, he continues. "I need to choose an heir to rule in my stead." Maven finally turns to look at the King. "Who are you thinking about choosing?" Salem turns to stare deep into the adolescents piercing fae eyes. "You." "Me? Why me?" Maven's stunned, grappling for words. "I haven't even been here very long." Being King requires a lot of leadership skills, something that Maven's not sure he has. He feels extremely under qualified for the position. "You're not ready. Not yet. But you will be." Salem says, as if reading Mavens thoughts. "You definitely have potential. And your love for this pack is unyielding. I see it in your eyes." Maven shake his head. "I don't know about this." Salem smirks. "Why do you think that? Most of the time your bursting with confidence. The amount of times I've had to save you from jumping in over your head," He shakes his head, "I couldn't count." "Yeah, but this," Maven takes a breath. "This is too much." "Well, when you change your mind." Salem stands. "Come find me." |
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Posted 2023-03-24 10:30:22 (edited)
Year 6 of Samara's reign  As a gentle snow falls, the ground dusted in glittering white, the pack bounds through the forest in search of warmth. They settle in their den, snuggled together. As the winter deepens, they struggle for food and nourishment. It is a tough season for the pack. Hunters
Herbalist
Scouts
Pupsitters
Youth
Wisteria The small hydrangea pup bounded towards her mother, Queen Samara, who lay in the grass surveying her pack. Wisteria had tears in her eyes, her left paw raised as she limped forward. "What happened, darling?" Samara inquired as her baby nuzzled in close against her neck. "I tripped while playing with the others, mama. I really hurt my leg." "Aw," He assessed the damage and, after concluding no real harm was done, licked her bruised leg gently. "You'll be alright." "But it really hurts, mama," Wisteria whimpered. "You are to be queen darling, a little pain will not bring you down, will it?" "No, never," She said determinedly. Her confidence quickly faded, however, and she looked hesitant. Samara watched her with concern. Wisteria was young, a pup merely 3 months old. She'd known since she could talk that her future led to her taking over her pack and ruling as Queen. With her mother growing old, that day would come sooner rather than later. Her heart pounded at the thought. "I don't know if I can do it. I don't think eye can be Queen." Her glimmering eyes met her mother's. Samara only smiled. "I have no doubt in my mind that you will be a wonderful Queen." Wip |
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