Iʀᴏɴᴄʟᴀᴅ Cʟᴀᴡs

Tʜᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ
For centuries the land called Veara, a place of almost etheral beauty and bounty, had lain untouched by wolf-kind. The land's great forest sprawled over miles and miles, filled with an assortment of animals that flew high or ran low, to meet a far reaching plain whose grassy hills rolled into a pasture of emerald green beneath the perfect blue of the sky. A great, thundering waterfall fed the rivers of the land and imbued it with life and, all in all, this truly unique paradise seemed to be just waiting for a pack to wander into its waiting arms, so perfect it was for our kind. And eventually the wolves came.
The packs arrived in groups that were at first small and independent of one another, bands of families simply looking for a safe place to stay and hunt, but soon unrest broke out over who would lay claim to this place and, more importantly, who would rule. The numerous small packs scuffled and fought until barriers were drawn in blood and three, mighty legions were left from that carnage as sworn enemies to endlessly brawl over the lines they had drawn. They fought. And they fought. And many, many lives were lost. In fact, there came a point when none of the three could hardly even call themselves a pack anymore with their dwindling numbers and tired, broken spirits; not even strong enough to howl wild music when the full moon came. Each packs' Alphas were stubborn and proud, not wanting to give up the fight, but it became clear that such quarreling could not go on... lest every creature meet their demise.
And so the war was ended. Ire and suspicion still lingered but the survivors from each legion joined together to form one, unified force and forever claim the land they dubbed Veara as their home. A new, peaceful reign swept over the paradise they'd settled together and oh what a magnificent reign it was. The wolves looked to the stars when the question of a leader rose and the heavens shone their light on the chosen one, Azazel, who would be glorified as a God and whose descendants would rule the Pack, without question. For to question these chosen ones would be to question the sense of order that preserved life in Veara, and offend the Gods themselves.

Pᴀᴄᴋ Lᴀᴡ (ɪᴄ ʀᴜʟᴇs)
✠ The Exalt's word is Law. Whatever the Exalt asks, a member of the Pack will do, whether it is to kneel or die.
✠ Treason against the Pack is the highest offense and will be dealt with mercilessly.
✠ Treat any member of the Pack with the respect their rank demands.
✠ Heed the Gods and word of the Oracle.
✠ Any wolf who is not physically able to take up a dignified rank will be automatically ranked as a Lesser, and may not have a mate or young unless given permission.
✠ Members of the Exalt's Chosen are not to be touched, ever, without express permission.
✠ Wolves are never to begin training until they reach one year of age.
✠ Wolves undergoing training must prove themselves capable to their Legion's Captain.
✠ Protect the Pack, Exalt, and Oracle over yourself. Always.

ᴏᴏᴄ Rᴜʟᴇs
● All Lioden RP and general rules apply.
● No powerplaying or meta-gaming.
● Maximum of 3 characters.
● Please try to be at least semi-literate (proper grammar and two sentences or so per post) and active when possible.
● This is a realistic RP. A little leeway is allowed for pelts, markings, eye colors, etc. but keep in mind what a wolf is realistically capable of doing ICly.
● Ideas for plot points are encouraged but, please, run any of this by me before you decide to drop drama bombs.
● Do not mate beg or pressure other members into having a relationship between your characters that they aren't comfortable with.
● High ranks aren't just "first come first serve". Go ahead and express if you're interested in one, but do not beg for it or expect to be given one without being around for a few days.
● The word of the RP creator and any appointed "mods" is final.
● Fill out the character form to the best of your ability, and also put Veara under Other if you're reading this.
● Have fun and don't be rude. That's really the most important part!

Rᴀɴᴋs Iɴғᴏ
Exalt: { Quantity: 1 } The current, ruling member of the royal bloodline who reigns over the Pack without absolute power. They are an Emporer-like figure, seen as a God by the rest of the Pack, and thought to have a direct connection with the other deities they worship.

Scion: { Quantity: 1 } Heir to the Exalt's throne. The current Exalt may have multiple pups but one, chosen by the Oracle and thus the Gods themselves, will take this rank. Trained by the Exalt until the current one dies.

Oracle: { Quantity: 1 } The most holy figure within the Pack. The Oracle is usually a very beautiful she-wolf, her looks admired by even the Gods, and serves as a sort of heavenly mouthpiece. She has the most thorough connection to these deities and speaks their will whenever they have something to say.

Chosen: { Quantity: unlimited } The Exalt's harem. It is considered a great honor and status symbol to be one of the Exalt's Chosen, as they contribute to the royal bloodline. The Exalt is free to add to/subtract from this group whenever they please and Chosen are never to be touched by other Pack members.

Captain: { Quantity: 2 } The leader of each of the Pack's Legions (claws vs. fangs) is the Captain. Each is hand picked by the Exalt for their skill, trustworthiness, and leadership ability and will lead the entirety of their Legion in coordination with the other Captain.

Claw: { Quantity: unlimited } Claws, like most of the Pack's members, can serve multiple purposes but are most suited for hunting and scouting; wolves that are quick thinking and agile.

Fang: { Quantity: unlimited } Fangs are the burlier, rougher counterparts to Claws. They are most suited to acting as warriors and guards, though can also easily be asked to do Claw-like jobs as Claws can do Fang-like ones.

Shaman: { Quantity: 5 } Shamans are simply the healers of the Pack. They tend to any member in need but are less necessary, leading to the smaller number, and loosely under the command of the Oracle. The typically just do what they see fit.

Trainee: { Quantity: unlimited } Wolves over one year of age and typically no older than two. During their time as a Trainee, they will learn from the entirety of the Pack until they begin to focus on a rank they are interested in and will "graduate" once they prove themselves to that one's Captain.

Sanctioned: { Quantity: unlimited } A very broad group that encompasses elderly wolves, pups, and nursing mothers. All of the Sanctioned are to be protected and provided for despite their inability to give back to the pack.

Lesser: { Quantity: 5 } Any wolf who is physically incapable of serving in a full rank (due to a deformity and not age) takes this one as the lowest ranking in the Pack. They are labeled as not pulling their portion of the weight and typically treated badly (think of them as Omegas). Can also be a punishment or prisoner rank.

Outsider: { Quantity: 5 } Wolves who dare to call Veara home but do not run with the Pack are called Outsiders, and won't exactly get a warm welcome if they cross paths with Pack members. All are either chased out or assimilated.