Foal Name: Syria Stark Temper: Intrepid Personality: Bold and daring, Syria is often in a world of trouble. A plucky sort, she has found the joy and love her mother lost in her youth. While she knows everything is not sunshine and rainbows, Syria still tries to make light of any situation with her black humor. Sarcasm and quips are her go to tools before engaging in any sort of combat, even if her life is in danger. She believes that using her weapons before trying alternative methods is reckless. Even though she laughs at death, thinking of it as a friend more than a god, she knows it will take her when it pleases. Syria is not heartless or cruel, but when she finds others in trouble she prefers to not engage unless there's a foreseeable reward. Her sense of honor is a bit skewed, even though she was raised to praise honor. She has a healthy sense of self-preservation, and would never choose to blatantly mock death. But maybe for a gold necklace or gemstone. Syria can be an opportunist, but she doesn't think of herself that way. Plots?: Lots of family plots/RPs plusss.... Death and Water Dancing: Arya tells her daughter where she got her name from, and proceeds to train her just as the master-swordsman once did for her. This interaction will help Syria learn to clear her mind from all of her woes, but she fights the idea that using weapons is the best method to a successful outcome. Sellsword? Me? No.: After helping another Soquili or Usdia out of danger, Syria tries to acquire some sort of payment for her assistance and is called a sellsword. This angers her, as she believes that her intentions were quite honorable and that it's a life for a life, or a shiny new trinket. The Winds of... Tired of her brother's antics at thinking he's the all great and powerful protector, Syria runs off to venture new lands and meet other creatures. In the Face of Death: Possible SRP. Syria gets caught in a fight she can't see herself winning, and while engaging in battle she thinks on what death will be like. She finally realizes she giving up, and comes back with vigor knowing that this may not be her final fight.
Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: I'm like a season or two behind, forgive me. Also, please don't hate me!! Verylongresponse:
Who do I want? Dany. Of course. I love her, although her attitude and maturity I think will prevent her. Also, George is evil and she's the obvious choice so it won't happen. Who do I think will? Only the trickiest motherlicker, Peter Baelish. He's already the Lord Protector of the Vale and his ability to play "the game" is proven. I don't like him, not one bit, but his ingenuity to maneuver others and put himself on top is proven. Let me stop you before you get too excited, hear me out. He can't very well take the throne by force, it seems nearly impossible. The Lannisters are doing quite well to take themselves out, with only Tommen and Cersei left to remove. Plus, none of the Baratheon bastards have been legitimized. Jaime is in the King's Guard, and Tyrion is a traitor. Which would leave Margarey once the last of the Lannisters are removed. She wouldn't have to have a king, but it's advisable. And who else to help tie the kingdom together than a northern lord? Because Robin could be made to "fly". Peter Baelish, Lord Protector of the Vale, LittleFinger, will be on the throne.
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 7:59 am
...But We Are Not Men.
Foal Name: Edda Stark Temper: Mindful (omit on cert) Her story: Dreadful, terrible, why can't we do this right? At their brother's command, Edda and Astrid stepped forward and back, mirroring each other's moves. Their swords were at the ready, but they were both shaking with inexperience and weakness. They spent a good part of their mornings training to defend themselves, but they still were novices. The swords they carried were merely decorations at this point, as much as they both tried. Edda knew soon Rodrick would get frustrated and stomp off, calling them some sort of name. Dead and deader was her least favorite, although she knew he didn't mean it. He was always trying to protect them, which she was glad. Edda knew when it came down to a fight, she would cower behind him. She didn't want to be weak, and sometimes she seemed weaker than her younger twin, but she knew she was strong in other ways. Edda could see things clearer than her siblings, not in a psychic sense, the world around her just seemed to speak to her. When their mother would send them off to chase rabbits, she always caught it. Not because of speed or endurance, but because she knew where they would go by their tracks, their habits. Edda might not be the first to bring a wiggling snow bunny back, but she was never last. A few more steps and a few more commands, and Edda lost in her head, she crashed into Astrid. Rodrick kicked the ground and stormed off, without one of his normal dismissive quips. For this, she was glad. "I'm so sorry Astrid." Edda nuzzled her sister, picking up her sword and putting it back into the scabbard on Astrid's side. "I guess we'll try again tomorrow." After picking up her own seemingly useless sword she set off into the surrounding woods. There she could find peace, at least for a little while.
Favorite GoT Character: KHAL DROGO (so smexy). But seriously, Jorah Mormont. I just love hopeless characters. His undying love for Dany, and his willingness to break himself to save her is so endearing. Bronn is also amazing. I like Tryion too. Can I just say all of them?
Foal Name: Alysanne Stark Temper: Unbridled Personality:
[ + ] Sincere: Alysanne is very sincere with her words, and sometimes this can be taken in the wrong light. She means well, but in her sincerity, she does not realize some may get hurt. She is not one to lie or deceive and she hate sugarcoating statements. But she does not do so to hurt others, it is entirely the opposite, she can't imagine lying to someone!
[ + ] Honorable: The filly lives to make her family proud. The Starks in every facet she has learned from her mother and father have lead her to believe it is of utmost importance to show the strength and esteem that only such a grand and strong House would hold.
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[ - ] Brash: In a definition, it means "heedless of consequences". Alysanne falls very much into this category. She does things without taking into account what fate could befall her - whether it is running headlong into a dangerous encounter to protect another, or to simply wander into a strange cavern to explore, not realizing that another dwells there. She might think about it after-the-fact, but in the heat of the moment, the last thing she cares about is consequences.
[ - ] Questioning: Alysanne questions everything. Why is the sky blue? Why is blood red? Why do we have to breathe? WHAT IS THAT SMELL?? Simple things become a tirade of questions that she wants answered and it can be irksome for others to experience. One question could lead to a dozen more, and it can get to the point where she will get snapped at more than once to just be silent. But she can't stop! She wants to know, and by the Old Gods, she will!
Plots?: These are in no particular order...
I am not a Dog! -- Someone gets under her skin and calls her a dog, which she finds a horrible travesty to her nature. She aims to show them she is anything but a dog!
A Warrior Scholar. -- Alysanne has a vibrantly quick mind and an unending abundance of questions. This plot involves an in-depth travel to different area of the Kawani lands to learn what she can about... well about everything.
A Lone Wolf No More. -- (This one could potentially link with the scholar plot) This is not a love plot! This involves Alysanne striking out on her own for a while away from family and familiar people. She wanders the land by herself, for the most part just taking in the sights and living off the land. But she soon realizes that she is not alone. A foal or another creature has been following her.... what could they want??
A Natural Killer. -- It is in her blood, and try as she might it is something she cannot avoid. She is confronted by a walker and must fight tooth and claw to survive. When her foe lays lifeless at her feet and she is painted in their blood, she realizes that she cannot hide her calling: a warrior - no longer just a seeker of knowledge. (This could be an RP with another who would like to willingly kill their walker, or a solo RP with an unknown walker)
Burdened By A Name. -- Stark. The name carries the weight of generations of warriors and rulers. But Alysanne feels overwhelmed and feels it expected of her to be a conquering tyrant of some sort. She turns to her parents for guidance.
Bone-headed Brother! -- Oh Rodrick, you absolute bonehead! Alysanne finds his overbearing protection aggravating to no end and aims to kick his tail into realizing that she doesn't need protecting! (Sibling RP yes!)
Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: Honestly? No one. It has cast an entire empire into turmoil, and for what? For nothing. For any of the possible candidates to get on the thrones either means every other person who opposes them is dead or imprisoned, or they have been forced to kneel. What life is there in that? And then there would be the rebellion against whoever claims it.
For argument's sake, I think it should be a Stark on the throne. I mean seriously... how much can you torture a family? x'D Sansa would make a competent ruler especially.
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 2:35 pm
All Men Must Die...
Foal Name: Berena Stark also known as Beren, Ren or Renna to her family Temper: Personality: Berena is resourceful and cunning, pragmatic, with a quick curious mind and an unflinching ability to accept hard necessity ( though this trait doesn't really start to manifest until she is a young adult and has experienced the need for it). She likes her family, each and every one in their own way, but she has a difficult time showing it. In this she is very much her mother's daughter.
She is a strong, confident, fiercely independent filly, able to stand up for and protect herself without the interference of others, but will at times tolerate Rodrick's need to be protector, but not that often and when she feels like he gets to be a bit too much, she isn't afraid to put him in his place, by force if necessary. She does feel an affection, and mild need as the eldest to care for her younger sisters, but she also knows that to smother them would not allow them to experience life and grow. They need to be allowed to make mistakes and get hurt, but she is there to help them after the fact. She is then a shoulder to cry on, a willing ear to listen to whatever plagues them, and the avenging paw, willing and ready to mete out justice on those who have done her family wrong.
She has a temper like a supernova. A temper that burns hot, bright, fast and furiously. A temper that gets her into trouble over things that aren't necessarily a big thing, but she makes them seem more than they are... But don't think she will ever forget was done to cause the flame in the first place... it will ever remain in the back of her mind, and depending on the situation, it may inform her interactions with others from then on. And when her temper does explode, she will sometimes go into fits she calls the "Reds", where she literally sees the color red and her actions at this point are simply instinct and not under conscious control, and she oftentimes doesn't know or remember what she does in these fits.
Like her parents, Berena also loves the traveling. She has an extreme sense of wanderlust. Never wanting to stay in place for long, never ready to settle down in one location. The wind and horizon call her. She always wants to know what is over the next rise, what adventures could await her there, but she knows family means everything, and wherever family is that is home.
Plots?:
Foalhood:
- Survivalist: A rough and tumble foal, fiercely independent, and quite capable of taking care of herself, thank you very much--- it shouldn't be much of a surprise if she does in fact manage to get separated from her family for short periods of time, and is forced to take care of herself.
---During one such stint when she is separated from her family, she encounters something so horrific and terrifying that when she returns home she acts as close to helpless as she has ever been, allowing the others to dote on and coddle her. For a short while until she convinces herself it was nothing more than a bad dream. And she is able to once again act the strong confident filly that she is.
--- Uh-oh, Not Again: Separated again, for a slightly longer time, she needs to learn to fend for herself- hunting, foraging, scrounging for food, water, shelter and learning the skills needed to survive on her own. She is starting to get frustrated with herself, and decides to learn everything she can so she will never, ever be helpless... This sparks in her the desire to seek out anyone willing to teach her.
- Temper, Temper: Berena has a quick fuse and when she loses her temper, she loses it in a rather spectacular fashion. This can get her into trouble. I would like her to have experiences where something is said or done to set her off and have the other simply be like temper temper, which would set her off even more.. until she does something she ends up regretting and learns the need to control her temper and set her on the lifelong journey to try and correct this flaw...
- Blood is Thicker: She gets into an argument with one or more of her siblings, but a situation comes up that causes them to put aside their differences and work together. Proving that blood is thicker than water and no matter what family is family. Whether it is simply a short term fix, a band-aid over a bullet wound -- a long-term rift between the siblings -- or if it simply something small and soon forgiven and forgotten is up to all of the parties involved.
- Blood on my Paws: In a fit of temper, Beren finds her paws covered in blood. Fresh blood. From something she killed. The first of fits she will come to call the Reds. And her reactions and the emotional backlash from the event.
- We Are: This would be a series of rps with her siblings, individually and in varying combinations, to see just what their relationships are... to define what they are to each other, beyond family, beyond siblings.
- Family by Blood, Family by Choice: Beren makes a friend. One who means at least as much to her as her siblings by birth. She starts to wonder if family is simply blood or if one can choose a family of their own. But, as fate would have it a situation arises in which she is forced to pick a side - that of her friend, or her family. She chooses blood, as she has been taught, but there is always going to be that question in her mind- did she do the right thing?
Young adult: - I'll Never be Second Best: Beren falls in love/lust with another soq (male or female, mini, full-size, whatever) who already has a love/crush/significant other/whatever, but they aren't together for whatever reason. But they have an affection for her, though it is nowhere near as strong as her feelings for them. She learns the sting of unrequited love, but also learns that she will never settle. She will be someone's one and only. And it will happen when it does, as love isn't a priority in her life.
- Learning Control: Beren looks for teacher(s)/mentor(s) to help her gain some control over her temper and emotions. Varying methods with varying degrees of success, but will ultimately help her find her own way to control herself.
- Wherever My Paws Take Me: She travels everywhere- from mountain peaks to the desert. Swamps to forests to plains. She will go wherever she is called. And she will experience many things, the good, the bad and otherwise.
Adult: - Still A Struggle: Her temper and the Reds are a part of her, and something she struggles with consistently. I would like her to have experiences that draw these struggles out and see her deal with them. With results that are good, bad and anywhere between.
- Something to Protect: Beren finds someone or something that is defenseless or just in need of someone stronger who can protect them--- really leaning towards a foal or familiar or something along those lines--- something that will cause her to step up and become better than she thought she could be. ( if it is a foal, I'd like to see something like hero-worship on the side of the foal and incomprehension, or reluctant acceptance or out and out confusion on Beren's side) and how she copes with it.
-Family by Blood, Family by Choice, pt.2 : Beren makes a friend who becomes her entire world. The only catch is, they are someone who have done her or a sibling wrong at some point in time, and they should be considered an enemy, or be a target for her rage and vengeance instead they aren't. And while training and past experiences suggest she should choose her blood over this outsider, she finds the answer to that nagging little doubt from foalhood. Maybe she hadn't done the right thing or it was the right thing at the time, but she could have chosen differently. And this time, she makes the decision for herself - whatever it might be. (( this might be a series of rps, making the friend, the inciting incident, her questioning herself, the decision, and any fallout ))
-Finding a place or being that causes her to want to curb her wanderlust and stay in one place...
Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: I haven't watched the show since like season three, so I don't even know what characters are even still alive and who has been introduced since, so... yeah, no real opinion here until I am able to catch up. (( also haven't read beyond book four and it has been a long time so I don't remember all that much there... As soon as I get some time, the entire series so far is on my to-read list.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 8:27 pm
All Men Must Die...
Foal Name: Faolan Stark [Faolan means Little Wolf in Celtic.] Temper: Omit Personality: Cuan may be the smallest despite the fact that she is eldest but she has the personality and temper to show for it. She is a hard worker and fighter to get what she wants to make sure that her family is safe and proud of her. She constantly trying to get to be the best of the litter no matter what her challenge even if it is a dragon or a kalona.
She also has a heart of gold that will be on her 'sleeve' so to speak so she would want to protect anyone that is in dire need of help. It wouldn't matter if it was a mouse or a big bear. Plots?: I don't rp but I do love to plot. I have a couple of ideas for plots. *Failing for the first time.* This will be set when she is a foal, trying to hunt for something that is bigger than her. Maybe a teacher would be there to guide her but only to comfort her when she realizes that she lost the chance to get her prey or Losing a fight as a foal, thinking she is weak when she is not. It just takes a firm paw to show her just who she can be when she grows up.
*Should I eat you or love you?* This would be sometime when she is older. She was hunting for one of her favorite species since she was getting hungry. But something stops her in her tracks.. It could be his/her scent or the looks in their eyes. She ends up falling for the one that she could have hunted. Even the Hunted needs love.
Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: I may not watch the show as of yet.. I say.... DEADPOOL!.. >.> Why? Must there be a reason why? Cuz he is deadpool. XD!
Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 10:09 pm
All Men Must Die...
Foal Name: Alexia Stark Temper: Studious Personality: Being the eldest, she is very protective of her siblings and as such, she learns how to fight from her mother. She takes in everything she can learn, soaking it up like a sponge. She enjoys learning new fighting and tracking techniques and figuring out different battle strategies. Alexia likes to watch over her siblings and, oddly enough, those weaker than her.
She hates bullies. It is not unusual for her to take in and care for wounded wildlife until they can get along on their own, but she is not above the 'circle of life' when she cannot do anything to help. She is kind and courteous to those she meets, always wary if they are friend or foe for a short while until she can get a feeling for who they are and if they mean her family any harm or ill-will. If she comes across an enemy, she will fight tooth-and-nail for her family.
Plots?:
xx Training day: Where Alexia spends the day learning how to hunt, track, fight, survive, etc. with her parents and siblings. They can go on a hike, their parents showing them trail makers and how to find their way when they get lost.
xx Time to Spar: Where Alexia is set up to spar with her siblings to see who the best fighter/hunter/tracker in the family is. It is a friendly competition between foals.
xx Finding Home: One where Alexia gets separated from her herd in a storm or...something and has to use her skills to find her way back to them while fending off foes and the weather.
xx The Test: Where she has to survive on her own for a while, as a test to prove that she is full grown and fully capable like her parents.
Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: Well I have never seen or read the series, but...I do quite like the wolves so...can I say Ghost (I think that's the white wolf's name)? or...Daenerys Targaryen (Dragon lady!) she always seems like a badass.
Foal Name: Arsa Stark Temper: Competitive Personality: Arsa Stark is a competitive little filly. She holds herself and her abilities in high regard and will not tolerate being derided or patronized. Woe be to anyone who tries to do so! She will not hesitate to jab her paw into the offender’s face (or worse!) if she even catches rumor of it. Arsa has trained very hard to overcome any stigmas that might abound about stallions being better at everything than mares. Her self-confidence and assuredness in such matters are second to none. But, if there are still any doubts, then feel free to challenge her. She’ll take it easy on her challenger…maybe…or not…depends on how much she was offended.
This competitiveness arose in part to her brother. His protective attitude towards his sisters always rubbed Arsa the wrong way. She is the eldest, after all, and for him to protect her is simply insulting. The very idea that his positon as the only boy in the family gives him credence as a better fighter, protector, and leader is absurd in Arsa’s opinion. Due to this, she has made him her rival in every way imaginable. Whether it be sparring, learning to use weaponry, or merely seeing who finishes dinner first. Arsa must be stronger, faster, wiser, and all out better, in all that she does. Losing to him is just not an option.
Arsa has even gone so far as to make their social lives into a competition. She already considers herself having a leg up in this case since her brother doesn’t actually care to have a social life. He’ll continuously train while she takes a break to play with her other siblings and father. But, even when she’s taking a break, she’s not really taking a break. In other words, Arsa uses the moments of downtime to clear her head and to work through a problem. She sees every moment, be it playing or training or living, as a learning opportunity. After all, social skills are equally as important as combative skills. They allow for a better understanding of the finer nuances of communication. Such as the involuntary muscle twitches which accompany a lie when someone is trying to cover their own skin or the overly smooth and controlled language utilize when trying to pull a fast one.
Her competitive and self-confident nature can sometimes come off as bossy to her other siblings. She honestly doesn’t care that it does though, since someone must keep them in line. And at least she knows when to back off…unlike a certain brother of hers who shall remain nameless. Under all of that, however, Arsa merely longs to be accepted as an equal. Her gender and status are not as important in her mind as her skill and capability in defending the family. She doesn’t wish to be viewed as just another sister or child to be protected. No, her passions and dreams burn much brighter than that. Arsa dreams to take on the mantle of guardian of the family and enactor of retribution upon their enemies. To stand alongside her mother and father, with her brother admitting her his unerring equal. Plots? 1. Game of Heirs- Arsa is but a foal yet she knows exactly what she wants. She wants to become the guardian of the family and to follow in her mother’s hoofsteps. However, her brother seems to have different ideas as to who should be the protector and leader. Arsa realizes instantly whom it is that she needs to overcome. She takes it upon herself to demonstrate her abilities, challenging him to a game of sorts. What sort of game is afoot? And what sort of consequences might arise? *Note* The game would be pretty much anything. I didn’t want to name anything specifically in order to leave it open to collaboration.
2. A Clash of Wills- There is more than one way to do anything. Whether or not it’s the correct way, however, is a different story. Arsa believes that her way is the right way and that her brother’s way is wrong. Neither of them are willing to back down on the matter, leaving their siblings caught in the middle. What will happen when each decides to approach the issue in their own manner? A clash of wills is at hand! *Note* I have her focusing more on her brother for now. Depending on the other sisters’ personalities, she may also see them as challengers whom she needs to prove herself to.
3. A Storm of Words- Arsa has had enough of her status and gender being used to pigeon-hole her into a particular station in life. She grows angered by a passing comment and, unable to restrain herself, she lets fly with a storm of words. The exchange becomes immensely heated and a fight ensues. Things are said that can never be taken back. Unforgiveable offenses take place. What sorts of things occur? Who is the offender and will Arsa chose to eventually let bygones be bygones? *Note* I felt it was best to leave this one vague. It could easily be a supposed friend or an elitist Soquili who speaks the offending words to Arsa. The resulting fight could potentially be worked into a separate plot, should her mother or father need to become involved.
4. A Feast for Death- Arsa is now a young mare attending a “hunt” with her mother for the first time as an official participant. She is thrilled with this prospect, having trained tirelessly throughout her foalhood for this very moment. Their enemies are within their grasp and Arsa will not hesitate to bring swift justice. However, killing does not come as easily as that. Once into the fray, Arsa realizes that there is far more involved in killing another. Her body is physically capable, but is her mind able to cope? The psychological ramifications are far greater than first thought. Are Arsa’s dreams dashed for all time? *Note* This plot is heavily reliant on her mother, Arya. It can be altered to match what best fits the overall plot for the family.
5. A Dance of Nightmares- After the events of the previous plot, Arsa is left to deal with the repercussions. Still in the throes of uncertainty, her resolve is challenged even further when she encounters an unlikely foe. A wolf in sheep’s clothing appears and drags not only Arsa, but another of her family members into dire circumstances. Arsa must overcome her self-doubt and fight to save the things she holds dear. Will she succeed or will she fall? Only time will tell. *Note* This plot can involve a parent or one of her siblings. I personally think it would be most interesting if it was her brother who became entangled in the web of the enemy, but it’d work with any of them.
6. A Song of Love and Hate- Years have passed with Arsa continuing her journey to obtain her dreams. Acceptance is what she longs for. But will she ever receive it? A tale of love and hate, hers is one that is far from finished. Many twists abound as she presses onward, in search of those elusive words- “We are equal.” *Note* So I felt this should be left open-ended to create room for further plots. I think she would start branching out in terms of whom she wanted to gain acceptance from. It’d not only be her brother in the end, or even her parents and other siblings, but the world in general and ultimately her one true love (should she find such a thing).
Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: So I may be hopping on a bandwagon here but I’d have to say Jon Snow. Dude has survived so much stuff, lost so much, and recently is starting to gain some of it back. Is it bad that I sort of want him and Daenarys to get together? >.>
Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 8:26 am
All Men Must Die...
Foal Name: Querida Stark [[ The name Querida is a Spanish baby name. In Spanish the meaning of the name Querida is: Beloved. ]] Temper: n/a Personality: Querida is a very energetic and temperamental boy. Her boisterous nature and crazy shenanigans can attract unwanted attention quite easily, which often goes badly for her. Although she hardly ever worries about the consequences of her actions. She is surprisingly considerate of her friends' and familys' feelings and insecurities. She has a quirky habit of spontaneously coming up with ridiculous names for fighting moves. There are times when she can be extremely impatient, excitable and impulsive. Querida is also unexpectedly shy when it comes to talking to those outside of the family. The shyness is something she might grow out of when older. Plots?: I like RPing off the top of my head more then plotting until I get a feel for the pony.
Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: The Queen of Dragons.. Because she is epic.. I love her character so much and would like to see her restore the throne that was taken from her family.
Foal Name: Teera Stark Temper: Timid Her story: The small female laid curled in the hollow of the tree near the field that her siblings would be playing in. She flicked her tail in self loathing as the taunts from the other foals in a passing herd rang in her head.
"Timid Teera!! Timid Teera!! Why are you a Stark! When all you do is bark! Timid Teera!!! Timid Teera!! All we wanna do is play, all you do is run away!"
She shook her head with a whimper. She knew that she wasn't anything like her siblings. They were brave. Rodrick was a bit no-nonsense with little tolerance for games, but that's what made him a good napping buddy. Her twin was a better image of her that was for sure and her elder sister was just cool...
She let her head fall to hide behind her tail. She was only timid cause she didn't wanna mess up her families image. They were warriors. They were strong! They were proud! She flicked her tail out and darted out taking up a stance. "I'm a Stark! I'm strong! I'm proud! I'm going to put every one of those---" a sudden snap of the branch above her sent her tail fluffed and the foal took off yelling at the top of her lungs. "RODRICK!!! THERE'S A MONSTER IN THE WOODS!!!!!!"
The crow in the tree above her snapped another twig to make its nest. Shaking its head at the foal running away.
Favorite GoT Character: Here there be dragons...or wyverns...I think their technically wyverns...
Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 3:07 pm
...But We Are Not Men.
Foal Name: Azarhy Stark Temper: Venturesome Her story:
"It's here!" Azarhy yelled as she leaped paws first through a great white mound, a firework of snow glittered around her, her pink-reddish eyes glowed fiercely in the winter spread. She landed heavy in the chill underfoot, tossing her body sideways to break her momentum, a wave of snow tapering at her side. She braced herself for the fight, how she loved the feeling of adrenaline coursing through her body, her fangs shimmering like pearls as she grinned through soft pockets of air at her pursuer. The thrill of the chase sent shivers sauntering across her fur-crested body and in preparation, she spread her paws to create a wide stance, ready to counter.
Shadow, thrice the size of the she-wolf, loomed over her. Wings as tall as mountains, their tips as sharp as distant peaks. She could see the gallant beasts lips curl back, revealing teeth as large and shapely as a curved dagger, a weapon that would gut a foe with a swift lick of it's edge. Wrinkles gathered in it's snarl and fire-fuelled eyes were pointed, reflecting her image as clear as the moon in the midnight sky.
"What are you waiting for, you great big oaf! Seven moons and I'm still breathing!" Azarhy sang tauntingly to the creature that curled it's wings in to it's armoured shell and nose-dived towards her location. She waited patiently, eagerly anticipating the moment of impact, a few feet away from colliding she quickly side-stepped out of the way and watched as the lump of jewels crashed in to the blank canvas of an open plane, creating an abstract image of colour. A shower of snow rained down around them and flecks nestled in her fur, creating thick, damp clumps where the drops of liquid pooled together.
Her next move was theoretical and the apparition of a non-existent foe faded away. Her panting lessened as she remained stationary and her toothy smile faded in to a grim, downcast line. There was no dragon and she had no sword to slay it with. She sighed heavily, turning away from where her would-be adversary crashed in to the earth and set her eyes on the mirror-image of herself stood a metre away. Her jaw slackened and her cheeks were beaten red at her sisters presence. She promised she wouldn't cry out in alarm during one of her day-dream adventures, yet here her sister stood, answering her call of urgency.
Astrid Stark turned her gaze to view the area before setting her worried eyes back on her twin. "There's no one here, is there?" The indents in her cheeks revealed the many frowns that had fallen across Astrid's lips resulting from time and time again when they met in the very same situation they were in now. "No" Azarhy shook her head, her tousled mane caressed the surface of her brows as the strands of hair swung this way and that "-but there will be." She spoke like it was a promise and her sister reacted the same way she had when she had heard the promise the first time and every one that followed from that day onward.
"You have to stop this Azarhy!" Astrid whispered urgently and closed the gap between them, leaning her head close to her sister's. "Mother would not approve, she says you cry wolf and the wolf that cries, is often alone when it is slaughtered." Azarhy grimaced, her eyes giving away her lack of care. "Then you will have to keep answering my plea, then I cannot be alone, therefor less likely to be slaughtered." She rolled her eyes lazily and kicked at the untouched snow beneath.
"We are not foals anymore!" Astrid huffed, puffing out her cheeks in anger. "We cannot stay young forever Azar." Her voice softened in sync with the look she gave her sister, the look that told Azar she had fought this war too long and it was time to surrender. Azarhy's eyes widened and shook like the crooked limbs of a tree in a storm as the form of her sister turned, leaving her a sympathetic eye as she twisted her head to look at her one last time before she made her leave.
Azar's blood boiled, the fur on her back spiked and her teeth cupped one another in a vice. "One day there will be a dragon and I will have my own sword!" She called after the not-so-distant image of her sister.
Astrid's steps came to an abrupt halt, she was furious, the anger she had managed to tame once coursed through her veins and revealed itself through fresh debate. "Where are you going to find a dragon?" She snapped, baring her own fangs. "What if that dragon is innocent and you track one down and hunt it to kill it for your own pleasure? Mother would have you dead in a heartbeat."
"If mother had a heartbeat." She muttered inaudible from a newly formed crease in the side of her mouth. "Fine, I will seek a dragons corpse and haul it to an armourer, who will forge me a sword from the scales of the beast."
"And where are you going to find an armourer, don't you need coin to purchase a blade?" Astrid rose a brow, secretly curious of her twins thought process but she would not let on, she would not justify this madness.
"Then I will track down a human camp and work for the coin, I heard rumours that there are humans that work in partnership with our kind and they're rewarded for their hard work." She nodded her head and analysed her sister thoughtfully. "You would become a pet?" Astrid scoffed, narrowing her gaze in disgust. "Not a pet, brothers in arms." She shrugged, her sister knew what she meant, they were twins. "Have my sword, I have no use for it." Astrid was about to rip off her sheath when Azarhy openly refused her offer. "No! I must earn my own sword and I must be the one to name it, besides, father would skin you alive if you gave away your blade."
The two of them stood in silence thinking about what was said and what was left to say. Azarhy buried in to the furs of the fallen that were wrapped around her shoulders when the wind picked up, striking like the sword of an aged past; Ice. "You should come with me, sister." Azarhy finally broke the silence and muffled the words through the furs resting loosely across the flat of her face.
"What purpose would I have to follow you? Finding your sword is your purpose, your adventure." She spoke softly and held a smile filled with warmth, a blessing in the cold, blistering wind. "Opportunity."Azarhy answered. "Imagine what we could accomplish together, Astrid! We are twins, we cannot be separated, no matter our squabbles, one cannot be without the other." Azar took a step toward her sister and brushed her muzzle against her cheek in an affectionate nuzzle. "Come with me." She persisted, so full of excitement she could not fend off the shaking of her body, or perhaps it was just the cold, it was becoming increasingly difficult to tell the difference within the mountainous climate.
Favorite GoT Character: Tyrion Lannister, I love his brutal honesty. Followed closely by Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow.
Foal Name: Melara Stark Temper: Hard-headed Personality: WIP Plots?: WIP
Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: I want Sansa Stark on the Iron Throne. Her character development is second to none and I want ONE DARN THING in this series to go right for her, just this once.
Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 7:24 pm
...But We Are Not Men.
Foal Name: Minisa Stark Temper: WIP Her story: WIP
Favorite GoT Character: I will always have a soft spot for my sweet golden-haired morally ambiguous prince Jaime Lannister, as well as his incredibly complex and intense sister Cersei, but Brienne of Tarth has to take the cake.
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...But We Are Not Men.
Foal Name: Clytemnestra 'Nes' Stark (leaning on Aeschylus' etymological link here, in which Clytemnestra's name plays on the Greek verb which means 'to scheme,' or 'contrive.' This isn't meant to imply that she's wicked, more... morally ambiguous in certain respects.) Temper: Adamant
Her story: The blood trail stretched out over a quarter mile long, and spoke to the creature's heightened desperation over time. What started as droplets now began to resemble nothing short of a killing stroke, glittering up from the ground in dark swathes. Those same splashes of red gathered in the victim's delicate, cloven hoofprints like rainwater, coated the back of her throat with a familiar hint of copper. Nes followed the signs out of curiosity more than anything else, sun-bright stare noting the occasional tuft of pale, curly hair caught on grasping branches. Inadvisable, perhaps, to seek out something slated for death, whatever manner of predator it had encountered proving a match for its fleet-footedness. And Clytemnestra knew firsthand that tracking someone else's meal led to misunderstandings, especially when it came to her inheritance. Fanged, clawed, carnivorously inclined, she cut an imposing figure, whatever else Rodrick liked to imply.
Yet her desire to know what manner of beast had been felled outweighed any caution. If another predator planned to hone in on her family's territory, Arya would want to know about it, particularly if they were the type to injure an animal for sport. Her mother's righteous inclinations puzzled her at times, the depth of feeling behind them nothing Clytemnestra could mimic. But she understood this, the need to prepare for the worst. And how better to decipher intent than to look upon the damage it inflicted in passing? Written in no small script upon her unfortunate quarry's body, she'd find the answers to pertinent questions: did it bring teeth, or claws to bear in a fight? What other weapons might it boast? Were the injuries it inflicted meant to kill, or to maim? One incident did not a pattern make, but any insight she might glean would be well worth the trip and potential hazard involved.
She stepped into the clearing before sunset, dusk light slanting between the trees and casting long, scraggly shadows. The alpaca lay where it had fallen, wool stained pink in places from its numerous injuries. Humming under her breath, Nes circled around it, sniffing and lowering her head without yet touching. Her movements reflected in its unblinking brown eyes, the barest flick of her tail magnified in their depths. It died afraid, she could tell, the fear-stink lingering after its soul fled. Deep slits in the meat of her belly and the small of her back told a story, one of claws and feints, the kind of creature capable of changing its size to suit its whims.
Clytemnestra nodded at the confirmation, lifting her head to survey the area. Skinwalkers were the bane of many, said to be mindless beasts, or else capable of only cruelty. She herself had been mistaken for their kind more than once, wolfish features the sort that lent themselves to casual malice in most minds. The feral drive that lived beneath the borrowed skin of those creatures was straightforward, simpler to divine than most. They killed for pleasure, for the thrill of it, and cared little for outsider perspective.
Movement in her periphery attracted her attention. She schooled her features, pretending not to notice while she bent to examine the alpaca again. Her eyes slid to their corners, waiting for the motion to repeat itself, or else transform into something aggressive. Clumps of tall grass and the jut of tree roots made it impossible to tell what she was dealing with, the heavy scent of blood drowning out any lesser aroma on the wind.
The last traces of sunlight slid beneath the mountain range while she stood, poised for whatever came next. A soft sound saw her drawing upright, ears pricked, expression narrowed with something approaching challenge. Fine, if it would not come to her, then she'd go to it. Clytemnestra advanced, breathing cast shallow. When nothing lunged at her, she parted the grasses with her snout, ignoring the bare tickle of them beneath her chin. She caught the first, milky hint of it on her tongue before she saw it, body curled into a quivering knot. A baby alpaca, she realized, a cria, new enough to the world that it thought stillness might compensate for its glaringly white pelt.
She stared at it for several heartbeats, absorbing the reality of the animal's presence, then cast a glance over her shoulder. Dead eyes met hers, locked just beyond the concealed spot where she stood; the mother had traveled some distance to perish ten feet from her destination. A beat of pity hooked beneath her ribs as Clytemnestra turned back to examine the slip of a thing, curled in on itself with its eyes crusted shut. Unweaned, she judged, much too young to live without intervention, apparent through smell and the bendy curve to its limbs.
With a decisive gesture, Clytemnestra lowered her head toward the cria. She nosed gently at its dandelion fluff head, reassuring it as she'd seen mothers do. When she felt the coil of its body relax, she parted her jaws, closed them over its knobby spine. She bore down before it sensed her intent, and the snap against her teeth reverberated in her ears, crisp and clean as a tree limb in winter. She released it, the marks she left behind hidden by the ruff of its neck, and breathed out slow and even across its face. A small mercy, but the most she could offer.
The mare turned away then, the grasses bouncing up from where she'd pushed them aside, hiding the small form from sight. She passed the mother without slowing, mind already on other matters. A Skinwalker presence changed things, and her siblings would need to be informed, to plan. If her family's history taught Nes anything, it was the value of knowing an enemy, learning to anticipate how they might strike. When the threat arrived, the Starks would stand ready.
Favorite GoT Character: Probably Khaleesi, though I'll be the first to admit that I've neither read the books nor watched the series, so it's mostly gleaned from clips and gifs and so forth.
Whoever claimed the world was an oyster to be possessed clearly wasn't thinking broadly enough.
Motivated by more than simple greed, Catryn Stark is perhaps the most dangerous sort of conqueror - a tactical idealist. Driven by an insatiable desire to eradicate 'evil' from the world, she will complete her mother's good work beyond the limits of the List. Every move she makes is to that end, and she will not hesitate to make sacrifices along the way - though never of the sort to compromise her moral core. Sacrifices are the sort of things you make to meet the needs of compromise, according to Catryn, but it is important to realize (and realize fast) that this mare has a long list of ideals that will never be compromised. In that, she plays both sides of the diplomatic coin, offering an olive branch on matters such as territory and civil discourse, but on others .... well. There is a long line of bodies trailing behind her company of followers - a gruesome testament to what happens if you fail to accept Catryn's terms.
Nevertheless, she has a clear ability to attract and lead individuals to her cause. Call it charisma, or call it attraction to her determined focus, she has it and she isn't afraid to use it. Her brother's heavy handed attempts at 'protection' inspired her to be better, more sophisticated, and in the end she feels like she has done more than simply surpass him. She is better, more sophisticated, and with that self assurance she simply accepts his male-chest puffing and lets him believe what he wants. Family is family, after all, and she is careful to keep her endeavors away from the homeland.
In a lot of ways, she believes herself to be fair and just, but her rigid adherence to a very specific idea of what is 'right' has narrowed her focus. In some instances, dangerously so. While she values companions that will argue with her, there is always this underlying sense that she will only accept so much backtalk, then the fangs come out. A true alpha, she is kind to those who serve her well and vicious to those who threaten them.
Her relationship with her family leaves little to be desired - she was always good at everything she set her mind to, from fighting to tactics to simply enjoying down time. She is able to clearly partition her time and doesn't appear to have an issue with letting her proverbial hair down. The catch is, of course, her absolute refusal to see individuals on the 'grey' side of the moral spectrum as equaling deserving of her compassion. Perhaps she will not kill them outright, but nor will she allow them room at her hearth. As for those with darker souls, well ... they are the reason she emerged from the protected homeland of her father. Others may conquer to spread freedom, still more simply to gain power ... Catryn is different. She will bring every malevolent beast to heel if it is the last thing she does.
Will you join her?
Plots?:
Find Me Where The Wild Things Are:
The Mountains Are Not Enough:
Neither Is The World:
Live For Me; Die For Me:
Three's a Crowd, Ten's A Company:
The Scourge:
Oyohusa's Demons:
Raven Mocker's Call:
Price Of Paradise:
Her Serenity:
Who do you want to end up on the Throne & why?: Dany. Dragons. Dannyyyy. DRAGONNNSSS! Yes.
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...But We Are Not Men.
Foal Name: Asena (Meaning Mother of wolves) Stark Temper: Secretive Her story: Perhaps if her mother knew what she was doing, she might be angry. Perhaps if her father knew that she was not playing games on her little trips around the cold places. He would be angry. Perhaps if anyone ever told her adventurous tales she would be in trouble. Just maybe her secrets would leak out in to the world one day, but not today.
Today was like any other day. Snow lay deep on the ground, soft and white, her paws splayed as far as they could go did not help in her passage through the deep white powder and in the end she had decided that wading was an easier option. Wading, or making progress far too slow for one of lupine blood, was frustrating, it also left a path that anyone could follow. She always worried that her twin would follow her.
She considered herself a mother to her younger sister, they had a mother of course but she was the eldest twin therefore it was her job to protect her younger twin, there was something special in the bond between them. Occasionally on these little jaunts she feared that she would get in to trouble, she would get hurt and her sister would feel it. It made her blood run cold thinking she would cause her pain. It was a strange, but wonderful feeling, the bond of a twin.
These thoughts had been rolling through her head as she came to a thin patch of black ground, frozen solid by the months of deep winter, finding this smooth pathway gave her some sort of subtle joy, no more swimming through the soft stuff the walk would be easier now. Placing her paws on the rock hard surface she gave a long breathy sigh, she watched as her breath rose through the air in a pale plume of smoke. It was strange, she always thought, that she had not noticed her own breath until she stopped to contemplate it. She took a moment to watch it, felt the curl of her breath raise through her mane fogging her eyes for seconds before it dissipated to nothing.
Picking up her paws the young female broke in to a slow wolf lope, it was a kind of run that let her go for miles without feeling exhausted, the kind of exercise that opened her lungs and allowed her to see the world without ever slowing that allowed her to find what she was looking for. What she was looking for was answers to secrets. Her mother had whispered in her ear the secrets of their names. They were never to mention them to others, they may be hunted for those names, her name was a secret, her heritage a taboo. Still she saw the look in her mothers eye very time she spoke of her lost family, of those she remembered. Every day the young foal descended through the thick snow to the frozen plains and each day she ran a little further from her own beloved family to question any creature that may cross her path about the ponies her mother spoke so fondly of, the family Stark.
Many a mouse had been questioned, small birds and little cats since her quest had begun. Each day she roamed back to her family claiming to have been playing in the snow, to have gotten lost in thought down the slopes of their mountainous home. Each day she lied and held on to the secret of her own little mission, for each day she came home without a crumb, without any evidence that they still existed. As the sun started to sink, so would her heart, she would return slowly up the shadowing mountain and curl with her siblings. Each night she would hold her secret and every time she would nest close to her mother her paws frozen from the days travel and tell her nothing, for the mice and birds, the cats and many other small woodland beasts of the north could tell her nothing of the Starks.
Each night though she would nuzzle up to her mother and tell her a secret that she kept locked so tightly away, as her mother had made her swear "We are the family Stark." She would smile and pull her tail up over her muzzle. One day she thought as the mussiness of sleep came upon her, she would find an answer to her questions, one day she would come home with words on her lips. She would tell her mother she had found them, one day, just, not today.
