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Wolf Pack Jobs: Names and Meanings

~Alpha: Leader, usually male. 

(The alpha leads the pack, and everyone must listen to him/her. They have the first privilege to eat.)

 ~Luna: Alpha's mate, usually female.

(The alpha's mate. Everyone must listen to her, and she has first privilege to eat.)

 ~Beta: Second in command.

(Everyone must listen to the beta, except alphas [or lunas]. Betas only listen to alphas.)

 ~Gamma: Third in command. 

(The gamma is the third wolf in command. They only listen to Betas and alphas [and lunas], and can command everyone else)

 ~Delta: Fourth in command. 

(The delta can issue commands to everyone but the ranks above it, like the betas, alphas, lunas, and gammas.)

 ~Zeta: General

(The Zeta commands the army while at war. The alpha plans who to attack, and who the enemies are, but the Zeta actually attacks, commanding the army.)

 ~Kappa: Leads hunts

(The kappa will lead hunts, if the alpha beta gamma or delta tell them to.)

 ~Subordinates: Usually young Alpha who has lost rank

(Subordinates are usually younger wolves, or alphas who have lost their rank.)

 ~Epsilon: Hunter/Fighter

(Epsilon will fight and hunt, and they listen to any ranks higher than themselves.)

 ~Iota: Medic/Healer

(The iota is respected by the alpha and the whole pack. They heal the injured and wounded.)

 ~Scapegoat: Hungriest

(Scapegoats are the hungriest of all in the pack. They have a low rank.)

 ~Omega: Lowest rank

(The omegas have the lowest rank, and should always listen to the ranks above them.)

 ~Sigma: Loner/Rouge 

(Sigmas live alone, away from other wolves and wolf packs. They might live with family, but other than that, sigmas live with no one, and travel where they please, other than pack territory.)

    You can make up stories with them, You can just use the information for whatever...

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The Scorching (WoF)

This is my story of the scorching. Two dragon’s stories. One lost egg. One queen. One kingdom. One flame, one city. Watch it burn.

“Aqua?” He murmured sleepily. “Hmp? What, Avalanche?” She grumbled back, slowly sitting up. “The egg is still safe, right?” Avalanche asked. Aqua nodded. He grinned. She couldn’t help it. She smiled back. The moon was starting to set, and the sun was starting to rise.

“I’ll go hunting,” Avalanche said. Aqua nodded. Avalanche looked around at the lake surrounding the island they were on. Much safer from scavengers here. Avalanche lifted off, scanning the sky for prey. Aqua glanced at the eggs, then dove into the water.

When she emerged, she found Avalanche flying back with a deer hanging from his mouth. She got up onto the sandy beach and shook herself and laid down. Avalanche landed, and gently set down the deer. They both ate. But then Aqua heard something… flapping?

She turned to see many dragons, and at the lead… was a large, strong dragon. She was majestic. And the way she tilted her wings… the way she held her head… Aqua immediately shifted into a bow. How… Aqua had never even known what a bow was. She didn’t know what respect was. And, of course, she didn’t know what a queen was. Avalanche started to bow his head, but he stopped himself. He held his body stiff, eyeing the strange dragon and her… nobody knew this word either, but soon to be known as “army”, suspiciously.

The dragon queen smiled. This was exactly what she needed. Instinct, respect, and strength. She looked at the male dragon. This dragon right here… he would be a perfect king. But, he seemed to be taken. He looked ready to defend his eggs and mate at all costs. But, if not king, he could be a general.

“Hello,” said the queen, nodding at Aqua, as if telling her to get out of the bow. Aqua’s wings relaxed, and she sat down. Her eyes were full of bewilderment and surprise. “Who are you?” Avalanche demanded. “I’m…” The queen paused. No one had asked her. No one had dared. She smiled. She could lie, couldn’t she? She didn’t even have to tell him… did she?

“I am… a royal.” “Hmm…” Avalanche said, frowning. “And who are you?” “I’m Aqua, and this is Avalanche,” Aqua said hurriedly. The queen nodded thoughtfully. “I came by… and saw you. You seem to have eggs.” The queen frowned, and smoke started to curl around her horns. “Most of us here have lost their eggs or treasure to scavengers. They must be stopped,” the queen growled, flicking her tail at the dragons behind her. Cold anger started to bubble up inside her again. Her one egg. Her one, perfect egg. Gone.

“Well…” Aqua started, then Avalanche cut in. “We haven’t lost our eggs. The scavengers haven’t stolen from us. Why should we help you? Why should we leave the safety of our home?” The royal dragon frowned. “Very well. I suppose you have a point. I will come back. I will come in two nights. You hear? Think about my offer…” Then the dragon whirled around, and flew off. The army behind her fell back, letting her lead.

The next day went by normally. And then the morning of the second day. “Can I come with you to hunt?” Aqua asked. “Sure,” Avalanche shrugged, a simple lift and fall of his wings.

But while they were away… three creatures came. While they were away… their eggs were stolen. The scavengers grabbed the eggs and ran, across the beach, and to the boat. They rowed, before the dragons returned.

There was a roar of fury that echoed across the mountain tops. That was Avalanche. Aqua, however, was the quiet ball of sadness, curled up with tears streaming down her face. Then she screamed. It was long and loud, like she was crying out her whole life. Avalanche had smoke billowing out of his snout, making his eyes water.

Later that night, the queen came. “Fine. We’ll help you. We’ll follow you.” Avalanche said, his face still a mask of fury. Aqua nodded. Her face was still wet. Her eyes were red.

They would now do anything for this dragon. Anything. Anything. So when she said they were ready… when she said to burn it all down… they did. Well, Aqua couldn’t but she found stuff to make it burn faster. More. Avalanche was by her side, burning it all down.

That’s my story of the scorching. I was careful not to have the queen have a name, since a WoF book said her name was lost in history. What did you think?

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Spark's Lightning

In the realm of Palala, where magic and wonder coexisted, there lived a magnificent white wolf named Spark. With fur as pure as the freshly fallen snow and eyes that sparkled like the clearest sapphires, Spark was no ordinary creature. She possessed a rare and extraordinary gift—the power of lightning.Spark's home was the Frostfall Mountains, a majestic range that touched the sky with its snow-capped peaks. In the heart of these mountains, where icy winds whispered ancient secrets, Spark roamed freely, her every step leaving a frosty imprint on the ground. Her blue eyes glowed with an otherworldly energy, a testament to the power that coursed through her veins.

One serene evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the mountains in hues of pink and purple, a shadow descended upon Palala. A dark sorcerer named Karka sought to harness the mystical energies of the mountains to fuel her dark ambitions. The once tranquil Frostfall Mountains began to tremble under the weight of her malevolence.

Sensing the disturbance, Spark felt the surge of electricity within her. Her power of lightning, dormant for so long, awakened with a fierce determination. She ventured deeper into the heart of the mountains, where Karka's dark influence was most potent.

There, amidst swirling snowflakes and gusts of frigid wind, Spark confronted Karka. The sorcerer, with her twisted necklace and malevolent aura, sneered at the approaching wolf. Little did she know that Spark harbored a power beyond Karka's darkest imagination.

As the first crackle of lightning illuminated the night sky, and Spark unleashed her power. Bolts of blue lightning danced around her, creating an ethereal display of light in the wintry landscape. Karka, taken aback by the unexpected force, attempted to counter with her dark magic.

The battle between Spark and Karka unfolded like a clash of the elements. Lightning and shadow collided in a dazzling spectacle that echoed through the mountains. Spark, fueled by the purity of her heart and the magic of the Frostfall Mountains, stood resilient against Karka's dark machinations.

In a final surge of power, Spark summoned a tempest of lightning that enveloped Karka. The sorcerer's malevolent intentions were shattered, in a blue ball of lightning, tuning to ash, and the mountains resonated with the triumphant roar of the white wolf. The storm of magic subsided, leaving Palala bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.

With the threat extinguished, Spark returned to her mountainous domain, her fur now aglow with a gentle radiance. The creatures of Palala, from the smallest snow hare to the mightiest mountain eagle, gathered to witness the savior of their realm—the white wolf with blue eyes, blessed with the power of lightning. And so, Spark continued to watch over the Frostfall Mountains, a guardian of light in the heart of the wintry wilderness.

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