READ ONLY! Pack Lore for the Atī-Akelū

READ ONLY! Pack Lore for the Atī-Akelū
Posted 2023-08-01 17:32:15 (edited) #1047876 Please direct any comments, questions, or praise to the inboxes of myself or my co-owner, Auska Fīvan! Do Not Reply To This Thread! *Thanks!* Welcome to the joint pack lore of the Tīshō'erlūa and Kēonakelū! For the sake of simplicity, from here on out, both packs shall be referred to as the "Atī-Akelū". Table of Contents: About the Atī-akelū About the Tīshō'erlūa About the Kēonakelū Religious Beliefs of the Atī-akelū	Ethērā Sh’naur [Xath] #427

Posted 2023-08-01 17:32:15 (edited)

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Please direct any comments, questions, or praise to the inboxes of myself or my co-owner, Auska Fīvan!

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Welcome to the joint pack lore of the Tīshō'erlūa and Kēonakelū! For the sake of simplicity, from here on out, both packs shall be referred to as the "Atī-Akelū".

Table of Contents:
About the Atī-akelū
About the Tīshō'erlūa
About the Kēonakelū
Religious Beliefs of the Atī-akelū

Ethērā Sh’naur [Xath]
#427

Posted 2023-08-01 17:34:03 (edited)

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About the Atī-Akelū

The Atī-Akelū is a large community of wolves made up of two individual packs and stray wolves on the outskirts. Both packs have their own pack name, and loners are called Rō'egala Akelū. The Atī-Akelū believe that their deities can create new Atī-Akelū from outsider packs, and guide them to their homes. These are often referred to as Ūestōyakhē, but once they arrive at their designated pack, they tend to drop that title in favor of their pack. Atī-Akelū is the term that encompasses the entirety of these wolves, including the loners and Ūestōyakhē. However, the Atī-Akelū refer to outsider packs as Thrakhakelū.

The most strict rule for all of the Atī-Akelū is the innate knowledge of the Akelūmēar language, and those who do not know the language are not chosen by the deities, thus rendering them Thrakhakelū. Unlike with their knowledge of Akelūmēar, pack members are not required to know the language of Thrakhmēar, the common language of Wolvden, unless they are in a position where it is required, such as the pack leads, breeding males, and herbalists. These positions are often in contact with the Thrakhakelū, be it wolves in heat or the many cohabitants of the world, such as bears, raccoons, snakes, and bats.

The second strictest rule of the Atī-Akelū is to be respectful of all the varying ways of life each pack may have. While there are multiple deities, it is not uncommon for individual wolves or entire packs to focus on a select few or even a singular deity. The respect for other packs' ways of life extends beyond just religious beliefs, and includes topics such as titles, positions, naming laws, and even the types of wolves in these packs.

Ethērā Sh’naur [Xath]
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Posted 2023-08-01 17:34:12 (edited)

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About the Tīshō'erlūa

The Tīshōra-erlūa, shortened to Tīshō'erlūa, is one of two packs that makes up the Atī-akelu. Lead by Kalerlūa Sh'et'pahar'iko, a distant and strict queen, the Tīshō'erlūa live deep within the coniferous forest, keeping to themselves and prospering in silence.

They firmly hold a stance against inbreeding, and keep strict records to prevent any instances, and keep track of all the pack's history. Their records are kept here!

Ethērā Sh’naur [Xath]
#427

Posted 2023-08-01 18:35:09

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About the Kionakelu

Auska Fīvan
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Posted 2023-08-01 18:40:27 (edited)

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Religious Beliefs of the Atī-Akelū

The Atī-Akelū believe in nine deities they call diboka. There is one for each element they deem important: Air, Fire, Earth, Water, Moon, and Sun. There is also the Deity of The Underworld, The Sunchaser and The Moonchaser. The six elements all have multiple realms of power, while the other three have focused areas.

Mythos of the Atī-Akelū

Ancient tales have been passed down through many generations to spread the origins of the universe and the incidents that caused the semi-current state of the world.

In the beginning of time, there was only one being, and his name was Skelbrolk. He was all-powerful, and grew bored with the emptiness of his existence, so he made a land to run upon, just a vast field of plain earth, and it soothed his boredom for a time. Soon, however, he became bored again. This time, he created an expanse of water to soothe his thirst and cool his back, and it was fun. He ran to and fro, swimming in the water and running upon the land. But he became tired, and there was nowhere to rest. He molded the land with his paws to create a more comfortable surface, with dips and raises to rest on, and small channels to bring him water as he slept.

It was comfortable at first, but too unsettling to wake to a black expanse above him. He had never noticed the blackness of the sky before, but now that he had, he sought to fix it. He gathered the earth into a large peak so he could reach the skies, and took pieces of his fur to make platforms on which to stand. As he balanced on his fur, he painted the blackness with droplets of water and loose dust from the earth. He scratched out patterns and filled them with dust, and compressed them very hard so they would stay. He then returned to the land to admire his work, and gazed upon the sky with pride. He sighed in relief and laid back down on his earth bed. He slept long and hard, unaware of his surroundings.

The sigh he had breathed had nowhere to go, whipping around the sleeping wolf and being deflected by the earth, and soon it became a raging wind, tearing through the landscape searching for an escape. Skelbrolk woke to find the wind ripping through his fur, and caught it in his paws. He soothed it, calmed it back to a gentle gust, and showed it all the ways out. The wind was his first friend, and they played constantly, chasing each other and wrestling. He decided to use the wind's help, and began to form new dusts to spread across the land and sky.

He then created fire when his sharp claws scraped across one of his new dusts. The fire was angry and grabbed wind in its grasp, and devoured it whole, and Skelbrolk tried everything to kill it, but it would not die. It instead tore across his land, eating all it came in contact with, and he chased it with passion. It consumed its way to the peak of his mountain, preparing to leap to the fur platforms and consume the skies, but he pounced and caught it under his paws. It fought hard, biting at his pads and eating his fur, but he was strong, and dug a deep, deep hole in the mountain, throwing the fire within, and covering it back up.

He stood over the buried flame and felt it growling beneath his feet, but he found he did not care. He took to the skies, laying upon one of his clouds of fur, and wept. He wept hard, covering the land with his tears, and howling thunderous howls for his lost friend. He wept for many days until he could weep no more. And so he slept. And he slept for as long as he wept, having many dreams about his friend, the wind. In his sleep, he breathed many winds, but he didn't notice for many days. When he finally awoke, however, he was greeted by bright green land and thousands of small winds running through it. He lept from his perch in the sky and wandered through the green, examining everything that was growing from his scattered dusts. He noted the varieties in the green growths, and was curious to see how they would turn out. He decided to give them more water, but having to weep every day became tiring, and he had to find a better solution.

One day, however, his solution found him instead, as one of his fur clouds had fallen out of the sky and landed in his water. It was sodden and dripping, and when he replaced it in the sky, he noticed the dripping water was just like his tears as it fell to the land. So one by one, he began soaking his clouds in the water to nourish his green, and trees grew. Flowers followed, and after them, grass. He admired the work, but soon realized he had no-one to share it with. He was lonely and sad, and wished deeply for someone or something to share this with. As he wandered his green lands and waterhole, lost in thought, something strange began to happen behind him. His wish was growing in size from a whispered thought to an agonizing scream, and suddenly the whole land shook.

A loud chirp broke Skelbrolk's daydream and he looked around for the source. Perched on a branch was a small bird, and he was surprised. He slowly approached the tree to get a closer look at the bird when more creatures erupted from the tree. Some ran on the ground, others through the air, and yet others burrowed deep into the earth. The more he examined, the more he found. The world was filled with strange new life and wonders beyond his own mind. A new chapter of his world had begun.

Ethērā Sh’naur [Xath]
#427

Posted 2023-08-01 18:49:33 (edited)

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Drimēn, Deity of Air.

Pronouns: They/Them (Krek)

Realm(s) of Power: Weather, Air, Wind, Spring, Clouds, Darkness, Electricity.

^{Storm-charged Form}

Skelbrolk decided the first task to be replaced would be the weather. It was very tedious to ensure the proper packs received what they needed, and to ensure everything was balanced. He created a large cyclone, added clouds and lightning, and breathed life into it. As the great winds and howling storm died down, a wolf emerged from the fog. They were the color of a storm at dusk, with bright flashes of electric blue across their pelt, and blinding white eyes. The scent of ozone followed them constantly, and Skelbrolk was pleased. He was so tired of the task that he didn't even bother giving the storm-borne wolf a gender, and instead put them right to work in the clouds. Their original name was Drim-Zarēn, or Storm Cloud, but soon became bastardized into Drimēn.

Ethērā Sh’naur [Xath]
#427

Posted 2023-08-01 18:49:59 (edited)

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