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Current Ghioosat(Generation) — 4

The tongue of Nuadrune is known as "Rrorghaoogho" or the name can be shortened to "Snoon". It is how pups are named through the language using common words and phrases that are granted by the Carlro.

They are like seasons, we can see them but not speak directly. They have their own energies and ways in this world and do such things on the accord of the next moon. Choerilos is Winter, Iomene is Fall, Callianessa is Spring, and Ischenous is Summer. They balance each other and give strength spiritually to those loyal, brave, and kindhearted. Their efforts and devotion do not deceive to help in battle. Choosing a great line descended from the dynasty of Kovdia they bring honest and fair rule under the territory of Nuadrune. But as of now the first wolf not related to Kovdia has stepped up to the role, this changes everything for the packs future now. Lore Rules— If sick for more than three days retire (if adult). (0/3) Prophecies ┊┊┊┊⋆ ✧　 　 · 　 ✧　✵ ┊┊┊☆ *　　 * ⋆ ┊┊★ * ┊┊* . *　✦ ┊☆ ° ✧　 　 · ★*

The Seasons

┏✦❘༻༺❘✦┓ ⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱βΩRΠ ΩҒ THΣ Choerilos⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱ They love tranquility & comfort. They are confident & also a good healer. They are charming, intelligent, serene, generous & co-operative. ┗✦❘༻༺❘✦┛ ╔══《✧》══╗ ʚɞ‿︵‿βΩRΠ ΩҒ THΣ Ischenous︵‿︵ʚɞ They desire love & independence. They are generous, kindhearted, bold, functional, broadminded & spiritual. They have will power & are determined, but are impulsive, contentious, ill-tempered, rebellious & impatient too. ╚══《✧》══╝ ╔══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══╗ ✧∭✧∭✧∰✧∭✧∭✧βΩRΠ ΩҒ THΣ Callianessa✧∭✧∭✧∰✧∭✧∭✧ They who are optimistic souls who have a genuine enthusiasm about life and the living of it. They are generally charming, pretty easy-going. Their ability to communicate often motivates and inspires others. They do well in areas where they can best utilize their skills. ╚══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══╝ ╔══•●•══╗ ˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱᐧ.˳˳βΩRΠ ΩҒ THΣ Iomene˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱᐧ.˳˳ They have leadership qualities. They act in a manner that they receive accolade. They are domineering & pushy. They have inordinate self-esteem. They're independent & are not afraid of exploring new avenues. They may be self-centered & arrogant. They are restless & create new things. They are generally blessed with grace and physical strength. ╚══•●•══╝

Related to Kovdia = 🤎 | Related to any other leader = 🌙 | Alb Carrier = 🤍 | Mel Carrier = 🖤 | Hereditary Cataracts Carrier = 💙 | Brachy Carrier = 💚 | Deaf = 🧡 | Blind = 💛

The wind as usual here whipped, slashed paws and sides. Ears and eyes. The tall pines before you seemed all to familiar and a small stream which ran through a bank of small rocks and pebbles added to the light mist being pierced by the cast of the sun. You sunk into the misty thickets as a twirled darkwood almost in the shape of gates you once saw in a dream was presented before you. Was it chancer you would see this structure again or had you been led here by something. Whatever it was is simply to irresistible, you approach the gate with light feet and fur on edge. Between you and a window of branches you peer through suddenly a pair of sparkling sapphire eyes gaze wide right back. The figure yelped and the eyes would disappear as they leaped back into the shadowy growth. The sun had not fully hit the bottom of the forest floor and only grazed the branches feet above your head. You cautiously put your snout closer to take in this strangers scent. You could tell it was another wolf and as you smelt the surrounding air you realized there were other wolves with them. A buttery but cold voice rang out from behind the gate from what sounded like a adolescent she-wolf, "Who goes there?!" You heard a couple other adolescent wolves cackle and giggle followed by a pair of brown eyes peering through the branches now. The wolf with brown eyes gasped and stepped back, "Could it be? The visitor Sfalrooco talks about," the same she-wolf's voice rang out once again. You assumed she was the one with the brown eyes. Two others murmured as you stood waiting alertly. Another scent approached along with this strangers voice, you presumed it was theirs anyway as it sounded much more mature compared to that of the wolves you had just been listening to. "Hey leave the gate alone!" They barked, it was not harsh but hoarse voice. And you thought you had seen such deep gray eyes but the ones that looked back at you were not deep in a dark but blindingly bright way. The sun had spilled over reach the gate and all of its small holes. The wolf with gray eyes wore fine dark silver teardrop jewelry. You marveled as it complimented their Nepheline pelt well. "Enough toying with this tired traveler I'm sure they're waiting to be let in," The wolf then walked around into a spot that was covered by the branches too well for you to see them anymore. The gates without a sound or even a creak cleared and the branches fell away for you to see that this thicket in fact ended there and it was like entering another world entirely with the open tundra fields before you. They were not lively and you wondered if it was always that way here but at the same time it was not spring nor summer. You glanced over at the young wolves who had been pestering you as they all looked at you with curiosity. It might've been their first time seeing an outsider. You couldn't be to nice or mean or else they would be too afraid or lack thereof when meeting someone new. The gray wolf invited you in and swiftly the two of you brushed past the group of noisy adolescents. You learned his name is "Mansarcgjo" yes a mouth full it is but you don't speak Snoon so it's expected you butcher the name quite a few times. He seemed on the older side but his eyes were still young. As you swirled and swerved through the fields to a boulder you would see members of the pack pass by, each gave a polite greeting to you and your guide. As you neared you realized the large black wolf sitting upon that rock was their leader. With a collar of teeth and a sunset body painting adorning his fur. His narrow hazel eyes and facial features furrowed as he caught your gaze. You noticed small cuts up and down his front legs and face. "Who is this?" his voice was like a snake but he did not hiss it only glided and slithered wrapping around the wind. "A traveler, they stood outside our gates clearly clueless and lost." The leader nodded as Mansarcgjo explained. "I hope those young ones didn't torment you too much, I am Aglos Harpalos of Nuadrune," He sat up and you suddenly realized how long his neck was, but he was already quite tall. "Well as long as you are here we will provide you food and a spot to rest, but first let our Noro (herbalist) get you checked out incase you are injured or sick." then with that he turned away as you could hear a wolf in the distance calling the leaders name. You followed Mansarcgjo down the field near the treeline again and down a steep rocky path that led to the Herbalist Hollow.

Nuadrune was formed after the third star of Kallimachos rained down on the lands of the Tundra. It gave the light where the two first ones had formerly stood in the dark. The names of the founders were Kovdia and Nokstus. Kovdia was an observant and devoted she wolf, after the fall of Danaus and pack Koinos she left as a lone dispersal looking for another to begin life with. The season Isocrates led her to Nokstus a trusting young wolf like herself. The two grew close and sought a land where the new pack they planned on building could thrive long after they were gone. One fateful night while the two laid in a field under the stars voices called to them, it was the Isocrates who with small lights led them away to a perfect spot where a cave lay. The small lights admitted an ominous green glow, they promised the protection and guidance from the gods in exchange for the howls of praise and forgiveness on their tongues for all that happened was for a reason. Kovdia hastily agreed, then the gods appeared before them. "We cannot always protect you," they all spoke at the same time, "But as a reminder of our efforts all leaders are given powers to protect others, abuse of these powers will result in the anger of the gods!" Kovdia and Nokstus bowed before them and with that were both bestowed with powers beyond the realm of possible. Kovdia found that she could manipulate plants to grow or shrink undergrowth. Nokstus was granted the power of lightning, the surge of energy always at the ready. With this could come corruption but for now and for many decades it remains silent.