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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 9:15 pm
This is a private roleplay between Lynnea (Mahogany Sunset) and Jon Snow (Nyx Queen of Darkness).  
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 9:32 pm
Lynnea huddled beneath her feathered capelet and her scarf, wishing the meager strands of fur she wore over her hips did more to keep out the chill of the mountain air. Winter had come hard and fast as she had hiked up through the passes, the snow growing deeper with every step. Now that winter was truly upon the mountains, though, and she was on their other side, she was safe - at least until spring. When the sun began to peek out from behind the gray clouds again and the snow began to melt, she would move on. Until then, she had made her home in a cave on the rocky hillside, caching what little honey and fruit she could find in the autumn orchards. The honey she had kept dry and safe in a jar, but the fruit she had eaten. And now that it was gone, it was time to go out and find food again.
Shivering and casting one last longing look toward the hot spring at the back of the cave, Lynnea pushed out into the cold, trudging through a crust on the snow that numbed her knees. Somewhere, she would have to find grass beneath the surface, or else start stripping bark from trees. And she would have to do it without freezing to death - or getting lost in the vast whiteness.
A few yards from the black hole in the wall that was her cave, Lynnea took a deep breath, and plunged her nose into the snow.
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 12:33 am
The world swayed around him and every bit of him felt frozen but his head and and his paw which both burned. Fever. Infection. That damn skinwalker was going to kill him in the end, but at least she'd never know. He'd never make it back to Karloff. He'd die out here in the cold...Would he rise like the legends told? The wind was howling in his ears by the time he realized he was lying in the snow, a great black and grey heap bleeding out heat and life. Ghost's nose was warm against him as he pushed at his face. Ghost laid down on him, trying to warm him and for a moment he thought he smelled what Ghost smelled. Rotting man meat. Festering flesh.He shook his head, it must be the fever making him think that. It must be. It had passed, and he felt himself again cold and cloaked in black. He wouldn't last the winter... The wind whipped up and he wondered if there would be a snow storm. Did it matter? A pink light seemed to waver in the snow and grow brighter toward him as though it swayed with movement. His eyes were drawn to it, the simple bright glowing pink captivated his eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 12:49 am
The smell of heat and the stench of rotting flesh was what found Lynnea first, even as she dug for grass, her nostrils burning from the cold and her lips numb. The snow and the wind and the still of the world deadened the sound of falling horseflesh, but she smelled him.
He smelled of death.
Lifting her head, she found him only a few yards from her - with a wolf on top of him. Her instincts froze her still to the spot, the feathers on her cape fluttering in the wind. The wolf... If it saw her...
But something about the situation struck Lynnea as strange. The wolf was not moving but to shift every once in a while. Its attention was solely on the soquili beneath it, and after a moment, with that small reassurance, Lynnea took a small step forward, dark green hooves breaking the crust of snow.
Carefully skirting around the wolf, Lynnea first noticed the blood - and the raw, exposed flesh of a large paw. It took all she had not to draw back, to shy back into her cave. There has been fire here. Shivering and shaking it off, Lynnea leaned her head down as far as she dared with the wolf so near. "You have to get up, Lord Wolf," she whispered, though whether to the beast itself or to the soquili with wolf paws, she was uncertain. "I can help you if you stay with me, but you have to get up. The snow will freeze us both." Lynnea peered around to catch his gray eyes, glazed and staring at her from beneath the dark tendrils of mane plastered to his head. "You have to get up."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 1:03 am
Mahogany Sunset It was Ghost's whining that brought him back from his unblinking staring of the bright pink. Ghost nipped at his skin, pulled and yanked at his flesh trying to rouse him. Finally, he pushed with an effort and roused his head. "Lord Wolf?" His mouth was dry as bone even though he could feel snow in it. "Are you here to take me away?" He thought of Old Nan's stories, of maiden's with wild bright hair wending away stallions on the verge of death. "No, that's not right. Who is Lord Wolf?" He pushed three of his paws under his and struggled to try to stand. His eye looked at her, and she burned brightly in front of him like spring and warmth.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 11:54 am
Lynnea's heart leaped as the stallion lifted his head. "To take you somewhere safe, somewhere warm," Lynnea replied, "but you have to get up, both of you." The last bit she added to the wolf, who only seemed to move when the stallion finally heaved himself to his feet. He seemed to only be able to stand on three, though, and Lynnea leaned her shoulder into the side that was weaker. "Let me guide you," she said, and it was almost a command as she steered him toward her cave. It would be warm there, and the bed of dry grass she slept on would be at least soft enough to provide some comfort.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 7:35 pm
She was solid as he leaned against her. His body felt sluggardly, trying to pull him down to snow and ice. But he could not give in, he had a mission--he had things to do. Ghost nipped at his heels, keeping him moving. The wolves ears were alert as she sniffed ahead of them.
"Safe, Warm." The words felt strange on his tongue. Man words. No, that wasn't right. He pushed forward in the deep snow. "Who are you?" He stumbled and kept himself from going to his knees again, his boy aching and wracked with fever.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 7:54 pm
"Easy now," she said, ignoring his words for now. Helping him toward the cave, she lent him a little bit more support. "There is a ledge where the snowpack meets bare ground. Step down."
After he and the wolf - a seemingly benevolent wolf - were safe in the warmth of the cave, she guided him toward the line of jars against one wall. If he collapsed, she couldn't blame him, but the hard rock of the cave's floor would be unforgiving. Lynnea did her best to lean him up against the wall, and then began to lift the top off of one of the jars. "I am Lynnea, of the Far North. I will take care of your wounds, but the treatment will hurt." Fishing a strip of willow bark out of one of her jars, she nudged it against his lips. "This will help. It is willow bark, to relieve pain and fever. Chew it." Hopefully, it would keep him from talking and wasting what energy the fever hadn't burned off.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 8:34 pm
Jon Snow moved with her, his body following hers without him having to think or process anything. He could smell the reek of his own flesh and knew that he had been burning with fever. He stepped down as she guided him, and he stumbled into the cool and yet warm area. Cave, his mind registered dimly. Ghost was near him, helping him keep his balance as he stood against the wall. His skin relished in the coolness. How could be both be consumed by fire and ice? He did not know.
He chewed the bitter weed she stuck in his mouth. He was too tired to even gag, or to protest. She could be poisoning him and he would be unable to object. But Ghost seemed to be at ease with her. He tried hard to form the words several times before he was able. "I am. Jon. Snow." He sunk slowly to his knees and down to the cold floor, his strength had left him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 1:30 am
As she was fishing through her pots and lifting lids from jars so they were out of the way, Lynnea heard the scrape of paws on stone. When she looked to him, he was on his way to his knees. Quickly, she stuck her head under his ribs and push up. "Up, stay up, Jon Snow," she murmured. "I must treat your paw and I cannot do it if it's on the ground. Keep chewing the bark."
Going back to her now lidless jars, Lynnea found the deepest one with honey, as well as a shallow one that held a mixture of crushed coneflowers and boiled water. Carefully, she picked up the coneflowers and moved it to his side before picking up a small, watertight basket. She trotted to the back of the cave and filled it where the water was the coolest, though it was lukewarm at best, and was cautious - dropping it would be less than ideal. Slowly, she made her way back to Jon Snow, and placed the basket of water beside the jar of crushed flowers. "Warm water to rinse the wound, and chilled water with coneflowers to stay infection. The first will be painful, and the second probably pleasant." Taking a breath, Lynnea clutched the basket in her teeth and scooted it closer to him. "Are you ready?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 1:44 am
Jon felt her push him up, the world swayed alarmingly but he got back to his paws. "Thank you, my lady." The words felt thick in his mouth as he kept standing, one paw slightly elevated.
He let her administer the warm water stinging, a blinding shot of pain going through him. Rob are you alive? I should be there to mourn them with you. My blood, my brother. We both lost them all. You are all I have left to grieve with. Rob who loved him, never distinguished that he was a b*****d. I should be with you. I should be helping you. How can I leave you alone with Sansa, Rickon, Bran, and Arya, oh Arya, gone.
It suddenly was his heart hurting instead of his paw. That pain he would overcome, but not this one-not ever. He felt tears leak through the corner of his eyes. "How's it look?" His voice was choked.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 2:05 am
The basket rustled as she dropped it on the floor. "How do you expect it to look, Jon Snow?" she asked, peering down at the rivulets as they ran down his paw. They turned pink as they collected blood. "A red ruin," she murmured. It was ghastly, inflamed and blistering - whatever he'd done to it could not have been easy. "Cold water and coneflowers next," she said, lifting the jar and pouring it over his paw with only that as a warning. Though she tried, it was difficult to get it over all of the wound. Putting the pot down, she tilted her head. "Lift your paw so I can do the underside."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 2:26 am
The coolness was like a mercy. He lifted the throbbing paw as she commanded. "I mean, I'll keep it won't I? I'll be able to use it, it'll have some function?" Or would he be like Donal Noyle? Would his paw be useless hinderance?
He prayed to the Old Gods for strength to face whatever was coming. He heard her say a red ruin and his heart sank even as he lifted his paw. The coolness soothed it though, made it hurt less than it had. He still felt in a feverish daze.
Ghost was looking at him with silent eyes, head on his paws.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 2:45 am
Lynnea gritted her teeth as she poured the last of her coneflowers over his paw. She would be without them until spring, but if they save his paw, it would be well worth it. Going to get the pot of honey, she tilted a small amount into the now empty shallow bowl. "You will keep it if you stop talking," she said. "Chew the bark. This will be the worst part."
Lynnea took a breath and went to stand in the spring, rubbing all the dirt from her knees and muzzle. She would not put her face in contact with his wound - that could be catastrophic. Her hooves were too dirty, everything else a bad joke, and so it was her knee that she would use to spread the honey across his wound. It would be slow, and painful. Taking a deep breath, Lynnea went back to Jon Snow. "Lie down and put your paw out," she commanded.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 3:25 am
Jon Snow chewed methodically at her chiding and when she commanded it, he layed down heavily on his side extending out his paw. Ghost came to him and he laid his head on the soft white fur, Ghost layed still as stone beneath him, a firm foundation in all that was happening.
He felt Lynnea start to spread the honey and he inhaled sharply. Each breath brought excruciating pain as she spread the honey. Black spots danced in front of his eyes and he passed out.
The snow was falling softly over Winterfell. But it was ruins. The men of his childhood were gone and in their place were men with flayed skins as their sigil. Somewhere a wolf howled, and someone spoke.
The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
But he was packless. He was orphaned from them. And there among the Godswood was Robb with his head bowed, bloody tears dripping from his eyes.
"Why didn't you come?" Grey Wind howled a sound more frightening than a funeral dirge and then the slow, terrifying rhythm of The Rains of Castemere played.
And who are you, the proud lord said
That I should bow so low?
The song went on and on, and Winterfell fell apart before his eyes. The whole place a wasteland. There was a sudden chill and he knew the White Walkers were coming.
And the rains weep o'er his hall
With not a soul to hear.
Jon Snow came to gasping.
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