Their numbers had stretched far beyond what one King could ever imagine, his dreams of an army of children and babes becoming a face-on reality that would plead endlessly for his appreciation. He would stand by their usual meeting place, the fallen tree heavy by his side; in the same manner he had the night of the war. Glaciem had proven it?s worth so many times, but things were becoming slow. Plans were light, suspended about the lack of gravity within his skull, tumbling and twirling as he would mull over their prospects. It was time the members were given tasks, for the laziness of some was inexcusable. Coral lips would part to emit the calls of his pre-eminence, demanding the attention and rapid gathering of his people.

She had just been about to call him, to beckon him to her side for a moment's peace. She would not get the chance. His melody rang out loud and clear, lulling her senses for a moment. She smiled, limbs carrying her toward him with a chuff of her lips, beckoning the children with her. It was time they were properly introduced, the divine children the world had been waiting on. ?Come boys,? she mused, cocking an eyebrow at the odd little penguin that often followed Kyarst. She had thought him food at first, but had quickly learned of his devotion to her son and hadn't had the heart to kill him. Not yet, anyway. The Queen would usher herself to his side, her cheek brushing against his, the tip of her muzzle lingering near his ear. ?Something isn't right, love.? The phrase was so differently voiced than when Jigsaw had been breached and she'd said the same thing. This time she was quieter, calmer, and yet eerily unsure about the situation. ?The earth, the air.. it feels different.? Perhaps she was a fool to worry, perhaps she was not - but he was the only one she could trust with such information. He would know what to do with it. ?speech,?

The black and white behemoth slumbered within her cave. She picked out a space beneath a huge tree in the mile high woods. It was earthy and warm. Though a call was heard from the major territory of Glaciem. Six opened those purple orbs. She got up and shook off some dirt with a growl of exhaustion. The woman moved from the cave and skipped onward. She had been busy meeting new people and roaming the snowy paths of Glaciem. Six met a few of the girls but the most impressive was Sendoa. The Queen. There was something about the Queen that reminded Six much of herself. It was nice, but Six doubted there would be much of a chance of gaining a better relationship. There were a lot of members within Glaciem, the Queen had no time for making friends.

Six arrived to the clearing with little flecks of snow upon her black and white pelt. There was something off about tonight. The sky was darker then usual. A strom raged and they had yet to feel the effects. Her violet eyes fell upon her Queen then skipped to her King. The pale man she had only heard of. The behemoth grinned lightly, she saw why all the girls fell for him. He was noble and had a look in his eye that could make you melt. Six looked to the little pups that followed Sendoa. Six dipped her head into a gentle bow. "My King, my Queen." She rose and sat in the middle of the clearing. She stared at her King with a gentle glisten within her orbs. "I am Six." A wink was seen from the huge girl.


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Yesterday had been hell when the storm hit. A piece of debri had hit the youth in his left eye. Striking it, and thus now he was blind in that one eye. A long scab running across the closed socket since his eye had been pulled clean from the bark painfully trying to pry it out of his eyeball. Medical attention was easy enough to get when you were a screaming young armada not even at the age of a year quiet yet. But it still ached. As the boy padded up to follow his father. His heart beat quickened with fear. He had lost an eye, but what more could anyone else lose. "Father!" The boy yelped painfully through his teeth his aching face preventing him from keeping a happy quiet face as he usually did. Not even a year old and he already had two scars. One across his right leg, and now his left eye was gone, nada ziltch being there. Only a long scab sitting over it bloody and sore from the treatment it had gotten. Speech,

Tumbling from beneath a snow bank, Rin pulled himself clear when he heard the call. His father was summoning the pack, and he would answer as usual. Although, this was only his second meeting, he wondered what it would hold today. He wasn't sure exactly where his mother and brother were, but he would wait for them at the usual place. Large paws carried him forth, the place coming into view and within it, the forms of his father and aunt sendoa as well as two others he had yet to meet. He would approach, tail wagging as he gazed quietly at the pair, then glancing up to his aunt and father, approaching further to give a brief nuzzle to his aunt's leg and reached forward to sniff curiously at the pups. "More brothers to play with?" He would ask with curiosity as he sat where he was near his father and aunt. Another figure would approach, introducing herself as Six. Though she was a stranger to him, perhaps a new addition to the pack. It was to be expected, not many of the pack knew one another to begin with, but perhaps this meeting he could learn who else resided here. He waited for others to arrive as he waited patiently, translucent green gaze glancing up at his father for a brief moment before nosing his leg lightly. "Our pack has a lotta wolves huh?" He asked curiously before peering at other arrivals. "Speech"

The charcoal babe's ears would raise upward as the ice king called forth his people. She would rise hastily, body rising to all fours as she stood and trotted out of her den. Though her nap had been ruined she was eager to find out the kings intentions. Perhaps new members have joined, or an alliance was formed? Her thoughts trailed off as she continued her way through the snow kingdom. After a few moments the bleached king would come into view, and Sendoa, the alpha female, was at his side, along with a few pups. Another hussie was gathered around the pair, but Liberty would pay her no attention, for her eyes were always glued on Isardis. He was her king, and so she would devote herself only to him. "Isardis, Sendoa." Though she would address the queen cerulean gaze would not leave the cherry hued monarch. She would fall back onto her haunches, tail wrapping around her paws as she waited for him to speak. Speech

He would trot behind his mother, a smile upon his face. He had warned the penguin not to be in attendance with this meeting. His mother had managed not to eat Atlas, but Kyarst couldn't promise the same of the other wolves in Glaciem. As his mother neared his father, he would twist his head away - finding their affection quite repulsive. The blackened boy would rest to his haunches beside his mother, eyeing each member in attendance - including a small pup who seemed in awe of Glaciem's size. The pup was too close to his father, and Kyarst found himself bristling, hackles raising an inch or so away from his back. ?My dad, not yours.? He would chide with disapproval, placing himself directly between Isardis and the other pup. He might have to share his dad with Jigsaw, but he certainly wasn't going to share him with whoever this guy was. ?speak,?

Irune Ezra Armada

She was growing like any other pup but still even at the age of almost four months her size was tiny. She had guessed by now she might be the same height as her mother when she got older. In a way it pissed her off. The others might think she was weak, unable to keep up or protect the pack. But her firey determination pulsed through her. She would prove them all wrong. The only problem was that she had no one to teach her. So her days were spent playing with her brothers and learning from her mother. Her mind was quick to pick up on the list of herbs and their uses. But she dared not tell anyone she liked to learn it none the less even mention the whole thing together. She wanted to be her mother's little warrior, to protect her and the rest of the family. She wanted to make them proud. A call halted her in her tracks of following a hare's scent. The blue and russet babe turned to look over her shoulder. Eris would meet her there hopefully not worrying about her where abouts. With a sad longing look to the scent trail she turned and sprinted off to her father's call. By the time she had gotten there already a few members had settled down. She trotted over to Isardis to nuzzle his leg and dip her head to her Aunt. Then amber eyes fixed on Rin with a grin she twitched her ear where two little chunks were missing and nuzzled his cheek. But she didn't stop her greetings there. She tilted her head at the new additions to the family with a kind smile and a warm wag of her tail. As she backed away to find a place to sit she spotted Vereux. At once the four month old pup walked over calmly, making sure to stay in his eye sight She smiled at him, remembering when he had come to Eris about his injury. She examined his eye and gave a sniff.When the meeting is done, lets go find my mother so she can check on your eye? It looks fine but it also looks painful still. I'm sure she's got something for the pain. She said softly. As soon she the words left her mouth worry crashed over her. Would she be in the wrong for saying such things? What would everyone think of her?!

His domineering summon proved successful in extracting the wretched banshee from both her tight confines and grievous train of thought, willowy appendages propelling her swiftly towards Glaciem?s epicenter as dread settled in the pit of her stomach. At the pack?s previous conference, the wraith had had prestige bestowed upon her name in the form of a title, but since then, the Overseer had accomplished little of importance other than an abandoned attempt to force-claim her wayward brother. At the impending meeting, however, the babe feared that the sovereign may choose to reprimand her for her lack of will and responsibility, and therefore could not help but allow for her typically immaculate poise to diminish as she approached the obedient masses, mismatched gaze searching for her king and his queen briefly before situating herself among the crowd. Anxiety crept into her veins and yet she maintained a calm stance, attention fully residing upon Isardis even as his minions filtered into the clearing.

Time and time again, they would be the diamonds in the rough. Her petite russian paws would carry her across the softened spring snow of the lands to her kings call. A smile planted on her face in a calm matter, as it always were different from the rest. The dame made her way, paying no mind to the others aside from Sendoa and Isardis. The dip of her head giving away a greeting as she stayed a ways away. Finding her own personal spot, to bask in the past and wait for the future to come crawling her way. The winter womans cyan eyes scanned, there were a new pair of armada pups there. Obviously the result of Isar and his sister. Disgusting, she never thought a thing could exist such as siblings having pups together. None the less, it was her king, so she would react in a polite way. And would not mistreat the pups either. Even as it seemed one was taking after the mother. Her tail flicked as she sighed, she stopped smiled and just waited for the king to speak. Speech,

The air was thick with the tension of the approaching storm, the healer was worried, clearly it was going to get bad. Not just in her pack, but with all of the land, the air even worried. She had gone into over-time collecting herbs, staying out late, barely taking time to sleep, and then when the first break of the storm hit, tragedy struck. Vereux's eye had been injured by flying debris, and try as she did there was no saving it. He would forever be blind in that eye. The loss of the pup's eye disgusted her, but she wasn't a fool enough to let it get her down. She had work to do, thirty plus wolves to care for. She was busy. When the cry of the king rang through the land, she let out a sigh from the herbs she had gathered, grabbing the bundle in her jaws and turning, hoping that where-ever her daughter was, she had also heard the call of the king and was already at the meeting. She moved through the forest as quickly as possible, the bundle of herbs in her jaws slowing her down, as she tried her best not to damage them. When she would arrive at the gathering of wolves, she would enter the clearing, her eyes glancing at each wolf as she passed them, checking them quickly for injury from the last nights storm. The pack's ranks had swelled, there were several members she hadn't met, but as moved between them, working her way front, pausing to gently brush her nose against her daughters fur. She'd let Irune wander through the meeting, sitting by whomever she chose. As for herself, she would sit before the king, sitting down her herbs, her eyes passing over the newest additions to the pack. The children of the king were growing quickly, and she smiled slightly at both of them, before greeting the royal pair. "Isardis, Sendoa. I trust you are well?" Speech...

	A second time a summoning call, since finding her father, the call of the king would fill the land. The first meeting had been after the war and in her early days of Glaciem, announcing the disappearance of the Queen, Argent, and the crowning of another. This meeting saw many changes, one of the foremost to the young woman, being that she was now an Overseer of the pack. So when the call to summon had been proudly given, she would proudly answer. One could only guess what this meeting would be about, she was pretty sure her father would mention the weather, as it seemed to have taken on a life on it's own as of late. Brutal storms had worked their way across the lands, though the territory of Glaciem had seen some rain, it hadn't seen near the brutality that the other region had experienced, at least to her knowledge. She would move quickly, to the call of her father, remembered the last time they had spoken, as if it had been yesterday. She had been training hard, was she making him proud? Strong muscle propelled her forward, and as she neared the log that had become their father's meeting place she slowed, controlling her pace to a swaggerly walk as she entered the clearing, her head high. Politely she would greet those that she passed, some she still hadn't met, a fact that had to change. Coming to the front of the group, aside the pack's sage, she would smile at the newest siblings she had slightly, and greet her father and Queen. "Father, Queen Sendoa."

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Sin Armada

The call summoned them all, a weak chuckle making its way to his lips. Finally, something interesting was happening...for once. He rose to blood stained paws, making his way towards the center of the pack land like a ghost within the mists. There was no surprise in what the meeting would be about. It seemed he wasn't the only one that could sense the change in the atmospehere... Soon the gathered wolves would come into view, his father and sister seated at the head. Disgusting...his father was more twisted in the mind then he thought. Not even Sin would stoop so low...stalking into the midst of the crowd, Sin took up a seat on the left side of his sister, Roman. Something he would have never thought of. But alas, a loyal mind did what was necessary, and he had not the intentions of betrayal. He was always loyal to those worth serving...and it was that concept that most did not understand about him. Whether he was following or leading, his loyalty had to be earned. A brief nod was given to the coral king and the queen, amber gaze remaining void of any emotion or thoughts. A blank slate.

She has been through hell. She has been through starvation and wounds, rape and torment, isolation and despair. Alas, Argent?s soul has not been diminished. She hurts; she cannot erase the memories, the chill that fills her bones, but it is worth it. Her children are alive; they are alive and they will remain that way. She has gone to hell and back for them, and she would not have it any other way. Now, however, she walks into Glaciem alone. Her littlest ones have been told to stay in a chosen den, until the silver queen can gauge the tension of the situation. Of course, little ones do not always do as they are told, but she hopes they will. It is a meeting she is to arrive to. Perhaps in her younger days, Argent would have flinched. Boldly she is to return, in front of the masses who will see her rugged fur and poorly-healing broken leg. Alas, she strides on with confidence, power. Any who question her will fall silent upon seeing her posture; she does not need a crown to be queen, she needs only for her pack to be safe and well. And it is hers. Isardis may own it, but Argents heart has laid claim to it, and regardless of rank she will bleed for it. She will bleed for him, and she knows he must know that, she knows he must know that one mistake cannot forever erase a lifetime of loyalties. She does not need to make an announcement for her presence to be known. She walks as smoothly as she can, heading for Eris first of all. ?Eris, can you do me a favor?? she asks quietly. Oh, how she yearns to embrace her friend, but she restrains herself for now. She cannot guarantee she will be so reserved at the sight of her children. She cannot guarantee that she will not start a gigantic pile of cuddles in the middle of the meeting Isardis is about to hold. Alas, she is home, and soon the torment will be worth it. She dares any of them to call her weak of will; she will rip out the tongue who attempts such a foolish act. She has done what any mother ought to do for her children, and she regrets only the distance it has brought her with her first brood, and the inability Isardis has to understand what has driven her.

And two would arrive after she, her head would turn as the white woman settled beside her, and she would nod at her, and watch as another male came in, one she hadn't met. She wasn't prepared for... what was about to happen. Her attention fixated on the King and Queen, when a some-what familiar scent billowed in the air, she turned her head, glancing about, only to look to the other side of her, and see a creature she never thought that she would see. Argent. The once glorious was broken, and bent yet she moved with the pride that Eris associated with her. When Argent spoke to her, Eris moved to her feet, quickly coming to the Queen's side. "Argent?! You're.. You.. Of course I'll help you. You need.. help..." She would stammer, shock coursing through her, as she stepped into action, shutting herself down. She would move to the side the former Queen, stepping close to press against her slightly. Her friend had returned... the question is... would she survive? Speech...

She wants nothing more than to embrace all the familiar faces she sees, to fall upon their necks and weep in sorrow for the long months lost. Argent does not, however. She is strong, stronger than she ever knew. Crimson eyes lock upon Eris, and when her best friend comes closer, the silver knight cannot help the easing of expression she has. It does her heart well to see the healer in good condition, even if the same cannot be said for herself. Eris offers to help her, and Argent shakes her head. ?Worry over me later, Eris. I have come a long ways and I have been fine. I want you to check over Vereux?s eye. I worry about infection,? she says. Her own pain can wait; only once she is assured of the safety of all her children will she be able to rest enough to let Eris do her work. Her eyes flicker around the meeting, noting new and old faces, but deciding that introductions and re-introductions will come later. Her children come first. She does, however, let her eyes meet with Isardis?s for a while and dip her head in respect. It is still his kingdom, after all, and she does not intend to overtake his meeting.

The child would hear the baritone song of his father from where he had been resting near their old den. Dutifully, the youth would rise to his paws, heading through the pines towards the place where the pack converged. He could scent many of the pack already there, traces of his brother and another familiar but vague scent. Stepping into the clearing curiously, he glanced around at the edge of the crowds, before stepping in between them, moving to walk towards his brother, then he would see her. Bedraggled, beaten, but he still could recognize the silvery grey of her coat, her stance. A broken whisper would leave him, words uttering into the mingling clearing. "M-Mother?" He stared at her, his amber gaze, wide, a quick glance he would give to his father. How could this be?! She couldn't be here, she had been gone for so long he barely remembered her. A different feeling slowly replaced shock, a dark feeling boiling in his gut, fire lighting his amber eyes. hackles raising, as he stared at her, a loose cannon ready to explode in front of everyone. She had betrayed him. Left him. And she just waltzed home like nothing had happened? Went to the healer before her own children?! A low growl rumbled in his throat, a barely audible sound, and he turned his back on her pointedly, stalking to the edge of the crowd where he would wait for his father to speak to the group, fury etched in his masked face. He was pissed at her, but he was no fool. He would do nothing to disgrace himself. He was better than her. Speech,

The ivory demons call rang out just as the dual colored she wolf had finished cleaning a rabbits blood from her maw. Immediately she found her paws and began making her way to him. All the while hoping he had gotten rid of his queen. A smile crept onto her face at the thought. Pepper couldn't help but pick the scents of the other wolves out as she came closer to the fallen tree. Isardis was the first of many, the second was Sendoa. Among the other scents she only recognized that of Liberty, who had also been a part of Valhalla at one point, Lova, Eris and Argent. The last scent, Argent's scent, had pissed her off. The woman had left and now she was back. She had had everything when she disappeared, everything that Pepper wanted but had been unable to obtain as of yet. She had wanted to attack Argent then and still wanted to...yet she hadn't and probably wouldn't. When she arrived her crimson and sapphire eyes went directly to the king himself. No matter how much she despised Argent and how jealous of Sendoa she was, it was him and him alone that she needed to impress. To convince that it was her he wanted and not the other two. She held herself as she had every other time Isardis was near. Her head was high, she stood up strait and every step she took toward him held grace and she looked proud. She came as close to the king as she dared before bowing to him with a sweet smile on her maw. When standing back at her full height she still had to look up at him, but only slightly as she was still a good foot or so away. "My king, its a pleasure to see you again..." she paused for a moment, long enough for the king to give any greeting he wished. Then wanting to ignore Sendoa but knowing she couldn't, her eyes turned for only a split second to the queen "My queen" the words were spoken and had only enough respect in them to keep her in his lords good graces. The moment her greeting was given to the queen she turned and found her place amongst the others. She hadn't even wanted to greet the queen, therefore she did not expect anything in return from the woman. She sat and wrapped her tail around herself, waiting silently to hear what the king had to say. Speech,Thought

The call of the king would drag S'alkrie effortlessly like a puppet; her strings getting pulled towards the call simultaneously . It was her very first time in seeing a pack meeting and there was no doubt that excitement was bubbling up all around her insides. Her long, lean legs would meander her effortlessly towards the scene as her ruby gaze falls upon the royal pair in interest. A small crowd would enclose in rather quickly; almost isolating them in the hopes of great news. A smile would increase gently upon her blood kissed lips before taking a seat way at the back, where the shadows see to confront her. She wasnt being awkward or anti social, but perhaps shyness got the better of her. Afterall its not often your surrounded by many wolves thrice the size of you. But still, she'd remain close enough to be in eye sight, wishing to hear the kings speech. There where a few familiar faces lurking in the gathering- Kyarst and Genesis being noted as friendly faces. A sigh would part her lips before leaning her entire weight upon her haunches, the shadows becoming of familiarity. A soft giggle would escape her lips at Kyarst's little protective behaviour against another pup falls into place- it was all rather interesting, was it not?

Oh, rats! He was late again! Drashiel raced toward the densite of Glaciem where his father had put out a call to gather the pack. Someone was amiss. Even Drashiel, as young as he was could feel the stirrings in the earth and the sky. The powerful humming of forces he could not yet comprehend. The young brute had been off exploring the newly claimed terras when he noticed a strange black cloud resting on the horizon to the southeast. In fact it seemed to be rising from the earth rather than the sky and it mad his stomach churn with unease at the unknowingness of it all. At last he skittered into the gathering of the Glaciem wolves, coming up to rest beside S'alkrie. He gave her a questioning glance as if to ask what this was all about but the gesture was half-hearted as he was sure his father would explain shortly.