08-19-2008, 02:32 PM
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Pilot flipped over his hand, tracing the lightening bolt symbol that was tattooed on his wrist. Though Storm was no longer the pack he resided in, it would always hold a very special place in the white male’s heart. He couldn’t even begin to list the things that had all happened in Storm’s old territory, but one thing was certain: Pilot had become a wolf.
"Well, let’s see here," he began, thinking of where he would begin. "Storm was founded on November 11, 2001. I don’t know who it was that put the pack together, but it was very old and established by the time I joined. It’s official colors were slate blue and teal, and the symbol was a lightening bolt." Pilot held out his wrist, displaying Storm’s pack image for his son to see. "The rank system was different then the one we have now. In fact, I don’t think any of the new packs use it."
He went over to a pile of books he had stacked in his den. He removed a few sheets of paper and a writing utensil, grabbing a book to write on as well. Sitting back down adjacent Apollo, Pilot began to write out the ranks. "They were organized like this. The leader tier was comprised of the alphas, betas, and gammas. The alpha’s word was basically law, but they worked very closely with their fellow leaders." He drew out a diagram, drawing a line to separate the leadership trio from the rest. "Then it went down from Altester, Lehrer, Jager Fuhrer, Jager, Wahrer, Spaher, Graduierter, Subordinate, and lastly, Omega. Younger wolves, like you, would be categorized as puppies and organized simply by the german number system. Erste, Zweite, Dritte, Vierte, and so on. Those between 7 and 12 months were given the apprentice rank of Lerhling."
He handed the sheet of paper to Apollo, setting it down in front of his nose. He smiled to his son, glad to be talking about the place that Pilot had come to love. "We had co-ranks as well. Baird, Aufpasser, Apothecary, and Forecaster. Apothecary is similar to what I am now – a Medicine Man." He paused for a moment, casting his silver gaze back upon his tattoo, before looking back at his son.