ooc: Any previous members, rogues, or curious people can join in. All previous members of Valhalla will be set to rogue. The new Valhalla will be neutral in alignment. first round will end on july 6th !! There was a new Viking Queen in town. She was a maleficent, desirable woman, with experience. She had led multiple times before in her rather long life. The woman is pure with Viking blood pumping through her harsh veins. She was a woman of extremes. She was beautiful. Ebony, crimson, and alabaster fur. Silver eyes dappled with gold. She was born to be a queen. Her ancestors were that of Kings and Queens. The Finnvi is powerful by default. She was built to lead, to fight, and to flourish. There is not a weak bone in her body. Yet, it made her feel flimsy, for Vi to just hand her a pack. Even if she had plans to challenge for a pack later on, she felt weak to just be handed something of such prize. A pack was not relatively easy to get and to just get one with such ease made her slightly annoyed. But only a fool would deny such a gracious offer. The lady had got to know her lands. She scoured for spots within the lands for dens. The girl had found a few spots in which she could manage. It was obvious where the previous members of the old Valhalla had resided. The Finnvi woman had found a fallen tree within the midst of the fields. Her paws carried her to such with ease. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. She was excited to be a leader again, though she knew drama would come. The lady would keep the name, for the meaning was much more deep for the lady. Valhalla was a place of paradise where fallen warriors went when killed in battle. She would make the pack a paradise for the worthy. The lady was of her word at all times there was no doubt. She was pure and trustworthy. She was usually one of her religion, under the eyes of her Gods. But, she has had moments of darkness that she would never regret. The lady was odd, but a worthy leader nontheless. Her head flicked up and a call was let out. speech

Such a familiar smell was in the still air of rebirth, in the dawning of Springtime. The snow had already begun to melt. His obsidian mass would no longer bulge from the white landscape, as he sauntered about the lands nearby to the Olympian pack. A pair of shimmering topaz gems swept across the decaying winter, giving a shudder in a brief wind. His fur hadn't grown too long in this wintery landscape, being used to the warmth of sun. At his nose beat the scent into his mind. So vividly did he remember a vigorous battle. Across the landscape, jutted an ebony bitch. Her. "Such pleasure to meet you again, Viking Queen." His voice was full of baritone, low and smoky in tone. He shook his mane of obsidian fur, his bruising having healed slightly since their encounter in battle. The hellion gave a glimmer of his eyes to the newfound queen, as he spoke once more, vibrant lyrics reverberating in his chest. "Whom made you a queen, woman of ebony?" "Speech."

Kellen had witnessed the challenge, and found the thought of joining a pack appealing. With her crew missing in action, and Kristoffer's words of having a home echoing in her ears, she had found herself trailing after the woman who had been named leader of Valhalla after the challenger won her battle. She needed to keep herself safe, after all, and while Kellen was more than confident in her capabilities to take care of herself, she had little desire to actually be entirely responsible for her own well being. The russet gal made her approach easily, not bothering to hide her presence. A poisonous green gaze tracked the strangely patterned female (not that Kellen had room to talk) that had come to find herself with a crown. "Hello," the words fell from Kellen's maw as she settled back on her haunches, glancing around and noting with a hint of pride that she was the first arrival. She'd been on the move as soon as she could, and now she stood her, contemplating joining a pack for the first time ever. It was strange, but it seemed right all the same. Speech

A new queen would fit nicely upon Valhallas throne and Desire? could only hope Svan will make it as successful as Covari is now. The Rani desired her allys to grow strong; Vi had down well to fight for these lands and Des had full faith that The ebony woman was perfect for the job. The purple nymph had not come for acceptance, but to congratulate. Small paws would skim the earths surface, her delicate frame waltzing upon the scene. A smile would pull upon her lips, spotting the older lady close by, not many had shown up, But Desire? would hope more had heard the call and would come. " Svan, Congratulations! Im sure you'll make Valhalla thrive once again, No more will these lands be filled with wolves whom slack on their duties." Her statement would fall loosely from her silken lips; wishing not to be rude to the previous Valhalla members, but to say a point. Desire? had heard the previous Valhalla queen was old, perhaps it was time to have fresh blood. It was a long travel to make it to Vericona plains, but Des was eager to see the first few members of the glorious kingdom.

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Castiel

It had taken him time to find Valhalla. His vague memories of these lands had not been as helpful as he'd hoped before his arrival here, and without his father, Castiel was more lost than ever, both physically and mentally. But at least now he'd found the borders of his family's home. The scent of his mother was strong in the area, which gave Castiel a leap of joy. He had been gathering his courage to approach when a howl rang out, echoing over the lands, and this howl was definitely not his mother. It was feminine, but foreign in every sense of the word, and curiosity drew Castiel forward. One paw in front of the other, he drew anxiously closer, coming to a stop at the edge of the gathering. His golden eyes scanned the area as he pricked his ears towards the black male that spoke as Castiel approached - who had made her a queen? Castiel frowned a little, feeling more confused than he dared admit. Was there a new, recently crowned ruler of Valhalla? What had happened to his family? Were they still in the area. Castiel took a nervous breath and fell back onto his haunches. He didn't say a word, but instead remained silent, listening and watching, seeking any signs of his family. Would they be here? Or were they long gone? Castiel hoped desperately that a familiar face would show, but he couldn't help but fear that after so long that none of his family would still be familiar. Gods, what if he didn't recognize them? Father, help me. Castiel muttered mentally, digging his claws into the earth as he waited for this meeting to begin. Perhaps this ebony stranger would tell him where his family could be found.

The golden boy had been realitivly inactive as of late, having been pushed from most of his homes by ever growing packs. He had kept to himself and keep silent but as more and more calls for pack challenges rang out he found himself curious about the darkness that was growing in Alacrita. Both of his once homes had been claimed by new beings, and though Seracia had been the only land he had really ever called home it would be Valhalla that he would wander towards when the call of a new ruler went up. Long legs would carry him easily, hips sashaying as he walked. Head was held high despite lowered tail. He was confidant but not dominant... It was with that posture that he would stride his way towards the ever growing gathering of wolves. Eyes would roave over the group before he made his way to sit a bit towards the back of the small gathering. Would he be noticed? Would he be welcomed? He had yet to decide if he even wanted to stay here, having no ideas as to what this new pack might be about.

Speech!

And once again Valhalla would fall. This time, into the hands of a stranger that seemed just fine cozying up in the same lands that the previous pack wolves called home. Blue eyes were emotionless as she stepped into the plains that had been her home for so long - this was the place that her father was buried, her mentor was buried, where she had ruled for nearly a year. And yet it was her home no longer - she was here to bid it farewell and see just what the lands were in for in the future.



The wolves here would be strangers to her, and yet the surrounding area was full of scents that she found familiar. It was an odd sensation, to see these invaders intrude upon her home as if they had any right to be here. Still, she would sit quietly in the thick of the little gathering, eyes not sure who to rest on - she knew not who made the call. But she would soon know, whoever started barking introductions and orders to this false Valhalla would get her full attention. All in due time.

He had kept his family close through the challenge, had refused Erion and Isis's requests to go watch. Shake arched though him like a violent fire and for that reason he would not sleek for quite some time, leaning heavily into his wife instead. He knew that howl... His sister was here to claim her 'payment' whatever that had meant. Though he was eternally grateful to her for the cure he couldn't agree with this... And he knew the red woman well enough to know that there would be blood and violent and cursing where she went. He wasn't ready for his kids to be exposed to that just yet... So he would make them wait... Wait until someone claimed victory. And after some time another would call, not Erani... He was glad though... All his issues with this place, all the reasons he had wanted to leave was because of that old woman's incompetence. "Let's go see what this new leader is like at least.... If we don't like what she's selling then we can find a new home, how does that sound?" His voice was soft as he looked to his children then to his wife. If she said no he would follow her anywhere... But after a moment he would stand, pulling himself up and forwards then setting off towards the sound at a leggy walk. His arrival was silent at first, gaze shifting through the crowds. Chrys was here... Would she be staying? Or was she here to observe then choose as well? At first the male would move towards her, his pack mate and once queen, the woman who had gone to war over his first born daughter. He didn't know her well but he respected her. But he would half in his tracks as a blonde pelt would catch his eye, ears immediately snapping to attention. Could it be? He moved swiftly towards the male but he would quell any excitement that might be rising. This wasn't the time for reunions... "Good to see you brother... Do you know this woman?" His words were soft, spoken under his breath as he took a seat beside Cynrik. How long had it been? Years...

OOC: Ty for people replying! PLEASE stay tuned :D more people can post entering the thread during this round, but svan will be in the middle of speaking. Next round starts on 7/11/14 The Viking was extremely happy when people showed up to her meeting. The numbers were small, but she knew it would take time to encourage others to join her ranks. She knew how this stuff went and she was ready for a rocky road. Keeping the name of Valhalla would encourage past members or past enemies not to join. But, everyone should know her pack was not dark at all. Valhalla would be a standard pack. They would seek nothing more then activity, prosperity, and flourishing. She would run it like a family and hopefully the Gods would bless her with fortune. Yet, her thoughts were interrupted by a potential member slipping their way into her sights. It was (HADES) the ebony male that she pummled in a spar. The lady dipped her head in a quick nod before his voice filled her ears. "Such pleasure to meet you again, Viking Queen." Svanerna smirked, confidence spilled from every pore in her furry body. The lady would let forth her own vocals in response, "Little Raven, it is nice to see you without red fogging my vision." The lady would observe him before more of his words filled her audits. "Whom made you a queen, woman of ebony?" Svanerna laughed softly before responding with ease. "It was a gift from Viridiana of Covari, a surprise, yet pleasent all the same." Her attention was cut short when a beautiful russet girl slipped into her vision. (KELLEN) Dark red and ebony fur with a white mask. Beautiful emerald eyes. Svan feasted upon the sight of the potential member before a single greeting entered her ebony ears. "Hello." The Viking smiled and nodded as she kept her attention focused on the fae. "Welcome to Valhalla, darling." She had a way with words, which would sound rather.. odd. But, she was just dramatic. Though, she was shocked when a flash of purple pelt filled her metallic orbs. (DES) " Svan, Congratulations! Im sure you'll make Valhalla thrive once again, No more will these lands be filled with wolves whom slack on their duties." The words were kind and it brought and even larger smile upon her inky lips. She moved her achy body to face the oddly colored girl, but she did not move from her spot. "Thank you, Miss Carmel. I was happily shocked by the gift of a crown. I will make you and Vi proud." With a dip of her head her attention would be mucked up once again. (CASTIEL) A white pelt would be seen as a male moved her way. He was quite. His scent reeked that of the old Valhallans which brought her interest but she was also on alert. Her hackles itched to raise but they would not. Whether he was there for drama or to join she would be calm cool and collect. He would look her way and she would look to him. The lady would nod to him with a soft smile before her deeper feminine voice was emitted. "Hello sir, I am happy to see you here." She would look at him for a few more moments before another white pelt invaded her vision. (CYNRIK) The lady would watch as another alabaster male moved her way and sat in the the back of the mix. She would connect her eyes with his, her tail flicked slightly before her smile grew slightly. He was handsome yet he did not say a thing. Therefore she spoke up. "Greetings, sir." The woman was naturally good with people. She was as tough and stubborn as stone, but she was easy to smile and be friendly. Svanerna was a well rounded woman just with darker tendencies at time. The new Queen stood tall as another female came in. (Chrys) Svanerna watched the fae with curiosity. Her scent stunk of the old Valhalla was well, setting off a red flag. Yet, the ebony woman would wait and see what the red faced babe would do. She observed her lovely fur yet the girl only had one eye, which was even more unique. The Queen smiled to the obviously dominant lady and let forth a greeting even if she did not get one. "A pleasure to have you here, miss." Svan would give one last nod before a male slithered in. (FRICTION) His scent was also of the old pack. She did not think so man of the older Valhallans would join the new version. Yet, she would hope to win them over by the simple fact that it was not even that different. She was a leader of fairness and family values as long as everyone did what they were expected of. The lady watched as he moved to the white male with yellow eyes and spoke to him. Svanerna did not hear what he said nor would she pry. His attention was not on her therefore she would skip over greetings and move on to business. (ALL) The lady would take a step forward and begin to assess anything she needed to. "Hello everyone. I am Svanerna Finnvi, for those of you who do not know. I am now the Kaiser of Valhalla, in other words the Queen. The throne was a gift from the leader of Covari, though I assure you I will show my worth as a leader." The Viking lady stopped before looking around and speaking some more. "I know little of the previous pack, due to the fact that I never interacted with them. But, I know it was not of the darker alignments. Despite my alignments with Viridiana, I am not one to dwell within darkness. Valhalla will be completely neutral. I will accept Wolves who show they are worthy of a rank. The past is the past, as long as you keep on a good track under my reign, all will be well." Svanerna paused for a moment. "I will explain the general structure of the pack and ranks. To start. I am not Queen, I am Kaiser, which means Empress in my native tongue, German. My second would be K?nig, which would be my mate and the second in charge, yet I am a single girl, so we don't need to worry about that, hmm?" The girl smiled softly before speaking some more. Their are three ranks that would be within the same range of power as the Kaiser. Kurf?rst would be my heir, but obviously I am not with child yet, so that rank would remain empty for a bit. Erzherzog is my lead beta, he or she would manage things when I cannot. Gro?herzog is an overseer. This Wolf is in charge of discipline and managing the members. These ranks will stay empty for a little while, they would be required to remain very active. Ersten Krieger is the leader of the Krieger, they will be the warriors of the pack. The Ersten Krieger would be in charge of training and such for the Krieger. Ersten J?ger are the leaders of the J?ger who are the hunters. The Estren J?ger would need to host training and hunts very often. Ersten Heiler are the leaders of the Heiler who are obviously the healers of the pack. They must manage the medical supplies, train, and such. The Bote are simply the messengers of Valhalla and the H?hlenmutter are the den mothers." The girl paused, taking a quick breath. "Mitglied will be your rank until you are sorted into another rank." Svanerna smiled, "I am hoping for this to be a smooth ride, as long as you are active and willing to flourish then it will be all smooth from her on out. I would love for people to try out for the Ersten ranks, but I do not take kindly to slacking." With one more pause she ended her speech for now, "Speak up now for questions, concerns, rank request, or anything really. It is very early in the formation of this pack and I am willing to make changes and work with everyone to achieve greatness and perfection." The Viking would observe them all, waiting for answers. speech

Valhalla had been taken by another female, one who was younger and seemed to have more stamina in how she carried herself. Erani had been a lovely woman, and still was, but it seemed that nature had taken its course and a newer wolf was given the throne. Eria was neither here or there about it because she had never spent quality time with her previous ruler. Her attention had been on Erion and Isis, mainly Erion, to make sure they were both happy and healthy. Friction's attention and love for her little family made it complete and she would go to the ends of the earth for him and her children. hey had become her world. The two had debated on leaving Valhalla, but now that a new woman was in charge, she was intrigued at how she was going to rule. Silent, black pads carried her beside Friction and she gave a soft smile to his words. "Of course, dear," she softly chided, not wanting to create a disturbance. So many new faces, she wasn't sure how to react around them. Friction took steps towards an unfamiliar wolf, but whose scent was definitely similar to his. The girl couldn't help but smile at the man's gaze before settling next to Friction, children in tow. Ears remained perked as she listened to the female speak. Speech

Darling? Kellen's ears twitched in faint amusement, but she simply inclined her head towards the queen, smiling a little at the comment. Oh, if only she knew. Kellen was many things, but someone's darling? No, she had to say that she'd never been called that - unless you counted Kristoffer. The strange black male had certainly been an interesting thing. But she had no reason to be thinking of him now, and she certainly wasn't. Kellen pinned her ears back for a moment, giving a lazy shrug as she turned her attention towards the queen - no, kaiser. It had a ring to it, Kellen had to admit. The russet creature listened solemnly to the words as they spilled from the kaiser's mouth, to the description of the pack and the naming of ranks. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but perhaps it would be a nice change of pace from the pirate crew that had abandoned her. Kellen felt nothing for them now - she wasn't one to cry over spilt milk, but the simple fact of the matter was that they were gone, and that meant that she needed something to follow. Her loyalty was strong but it was fickle and in that moment, Kellen was entirely willing to join a pack. "Kaiser," Kellen began easily, raising her voice to be heard above the muttered conversations. "My name is Kellen O'Malley and I would like to be considered for the rank of J?ger at some point," A hunter, not a fighter. For she had never been the kind of wolf to seek out battles before, though she would still fight for this pack if need be. The pirate wolf let her voice fall silent, waiting now for the Kaiser to respond and for the other wolves to make their comments heard. All things would come in due time - she was in no rush. Speech

Castiel

This female knew nothing of his family, that much was clear. Though Castiel listened just to determine that this was true, his heart was already set on leaving when she began to speak about knowing little of the previous pack. The pack she was describing seemed similar to what he remembered of Valhalla, but his ties had always been to his family, not the pack, and that meant that there was nothing here tying him down. No familiar faces had appeared as the meeting began, and it seemed unlikely that his family would be showing up any time soon. His mother's scent had been strong at the borders, but now it was gone, drowned by the overlapping scents of far too many strangers for Castiel's taste. This was not his home, not any longer. The Kaiser's voice faded into silence, and as a russet female raised her voice, Castiel rose to his paws, slinking away from the gathering. There was no need for him to be here any longer. - exit castiel unless stopped -

The raven recoiled at the small tempest's words, a coy smile spreading upon inky lips. "I could say the same about you, ebon queen." His ebony crown would lower in a notation of respectful attitude as she would present the knowledge upon him, the presence of several other wolves becoming clear to him meanwhile. His ebony banner swept behind him absently, as he mused upon the other words spoken by the multitude of visitors. A venomous glare of apricot tones came to the sight of a male leaving. A coward it seemed. His deep voice of baritone would sound, as he would saunter forth, the raven bowing his head in respect. "My intrests lies in the rank of Krieger, ebony queen. If you accept me into your pack, you will have my utmost loyalty and respect." "Speech."

The golden male was silent in his approach, take his seat without a word for the time being. He would sit and wait, watching a few of the other faces in silence before a familiar scent hit him. Friction? Skull would turn to see the monocromed male padding in with a black woman and two older children. His brother was here? And he had a family? It wasn't the time for reunions and the golden male would immediately flop into his brothers side like he had so many times before when they were younger. Friction had been training to take their mothers place while Cynrcik had been the training to become the beta or emissary so they had always been quite close. Even when Friction had been sent off to live with Pahria Pack of Kenkashi Clan they had stayed in touch. Would he be joining this pack also? As the woman finished speaking Cynrik would pull himself away from his brother, flashing a quick and hopefully supportive smile at Frictions wife before turning his attention back to Svan. "Greeting ma'am, I am Cynrik Sovari once abmassador of old Seracia but now a long time rouge. If you would have me I would wish to accompany you to other packs to speak with them. I do not know if they is a rank for that... If not a simple J?ger would suffice..." His skull would tip down in recognition of her rank before falling silent and looking to Friction. Would he stay?

Speech!