Visenya Targaryen

Visenya was both a dragonrider and a warrior, comfortable in both silk and in ringmail.

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Friendly reminder that Visenya was also a Queen.

Thanks.

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Visenya, eldest of the three siblings, was as much a warrior as Aegon himself, as comfortable in ring-mail as in silk. She carried the Valyrian long-sword Dark Sister, and was skilled in its use, having trained beside her brother since childhood.

Independent Visenya Targaryen

Written By Vix

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DID SOMEONE SAY A CONQUEST PREQUEL?

VISENYA IS WOke.

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I still owe various starters/replies. Again, just a gentle reminder this blog is low activity so I haven't forgotten anyone, just I take forever.

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Long had it been since she once walked the floors of Dragonstone, years had passed, centuries even and yet it remained standing as strong as it once had three hundred years ago. Amethyst eyes rest upon the Dragon Queen that stood few feet from her, lost in thought it had seemed as she overlooked the rough waves of ocean stretched out before them. Visenya approaches, silently at first as fingertips carefully drag along the surface of the painted table.  “ — You have been silent for sometime now, are you having second thoughts?”

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[ariannenymerosmartell]

Dany realizes Varys is attempting to poison her. It’s why she won’t eat.

She knows Tyrion and Varys are speaking to each other about Jon’s parentage behind her back. It’s why she confronts Tyrion about knowing. 

Tyrion is the one who organized the “if they ring the bells, stop the attack plan.”

How can Dany be sure she and Drogon won’t be killed the minute they land, in order to put Jon on the throne?

Her anger, her fear, her sheer terror that the people she trusts are going to kill her is completely understandable, if not justified. 

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For some reason I have random urge for Visenya.

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vaedar‌:

░▒▌╳▐ ᴅ ʀ ᴀ ɢ ᴏ ɴ ʟ ᴏ ʀ ᴅ

      THE QUESTION OF THEIR existence in this time was long forgotten by now, never having been one to believe in things such as fate or destiny. The man cares for the present and in the midst of the terror and tragedy brought upon this young Dragon Queen ( whom has sacrificed much to help these westerosi ); all he can think of and feel is the burning NEED for VENGEANCE. Vaedar could disguise it as JUSTICE, of course, as many of these hypocritical scum tend to do to excuse their cruelty but there is no need for such thing. He wants them all to know, to witness the consequences of provoking those of the blood of the DRAGON; to remind them that like those creatures, they answer to neither gods nor men. They will not bow to COWARDS.

Through the bond of rider and dragon, the crimson Azaes could feel the lord’s intent and like Vhagar, he roared and flew on spread wings from the other side of the fleet. In an almost graceful manner, the wyrm swoops down and bathes the closest ships in dragon fire, rising again just in time to evade a projectile from a farther one.

         ❝ War would imply they have a chance, ❞ he remarks in an almost nonchalant tone to the Targaryen woman, turning to glance at her for a moment as their boat makes it to the island. ❝ We shall give them death. ❞ Then he jumps out of the smaller boat that took them to the shore just as his mount flies over the beach, landing before his rider. 

Lowering one of his wings, Vaedar climbs upon Azaes and settles on his back where he grips one of the black spikes, the dragon wasting no time in spreading his large crimson-gold wings. Taking flight never gets tiring but in this particular circumstance, it feels EXHILARATING. He knows that they cannot be reckless either and considering the history of the woman as sister-wife to the Targaryen conqueror, the dragonlord is certain that she’s aware of that as well, so there is no need to warn or caution.

         ❝ They will burn. ❞ The Valarys mutters under his breath, silver-gold hair framing his face when buffeted by the wind as his mount takes altitude, knowing the warrior Queen is to be right beside him on her own.

FIRE & BLOOD

A shadow of a smirk is there in the corners of her lips, amethyst gaze now partially gazing up to the man beside her. There was nothing but, truth in what he spoke for she had not intended to leave any alive, none would escape this place unscathed if they had even managed to escape. Vhagar had flown overhead,already in route to the island only few feet from them, Visenya need not say anything for the wyvern to know her rider’s whim. Time had changed nothing between dragon and rider, both reborn but, the bond remained as strong as steel. No time is wasted once they come ashore, legs already carrying her off the boat as feet landed in the sandy shores below and her mount awaits her. 

Fingertips run along heated scales to which the creature responds to in kind, gentle purr-like noises rumbling from her large form. Instantly she comes to lower as the Targaryen woman now ascends upon her, settling upon her back she leaned forward as hands wrapped around the lining of spikes upon her neck, thighs squeezing softly before whispering the command to take flight. 

Steady grows her running pace until ash colored wings unfold stretching out to either side, back and forth they flexed gaining the momentum needed before lifting from the ground. Platinum colored braids were pulled into a ponytail high above her head, dancing now in the breeze that caught them.  Adrenaline was now quick to run through her blood, only furthering the hot temper. Centuries ago, Aegon would have had her wait, to not act upon her anger but, no longer was he here, Rhaenys the sister who could qwell her wrath was no longer here, it was only her and as such these enemies of her family would see wrath.

“We must strike during the time it takes them to reload these weapons.” She calls out as she now comes to be beside him, applying pressure  to her grip she encourages her mount to now move to the side. Resonating roar cutting through the air before hot flame blows a river of fire upon the boats below her. Echoing screams of frightened men rang out, from above she could see them attempt to put out such flames but, it would be to no avail.

@vaedar​

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Visenya, eldest of the three siblings, was as much a warrior as Aegon himself, as comfortable in ring-mail as in silk. She carried the Valyrian long-sword Dark Sister, and was skilled in its use, having trained beside her brother since childhood.

Independent Visenya Targaryen

Written By Vix

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Rarely if ever did the former queen ever shed tears, emotions and feelings were often expressed through her actions, through her anger. Never with tears, there had only been one moment in her life she could remember doing so. Just as her sibling was the only one to evoke such laughs from her, only she could bring forth such rare tears, the day she died was the day tears fell. Rough were the waters as Rhaegal plunged below them, crimson seeping to the surface for a moment she could say nothing could do nothing, seeing the way he fought to stay in the air to hear his cries of agony and pain...Meraxes, it all came flooding back to her for her sister’s silver had cried in the same way. Visenya remembered how the sound shook her to the core, made her heart ache and burn with anger all at once and now she was witnessing it again but, this time with the child of her distant family. 

Dragons and Targaryens had bonded years ago, a relationship forged by respect and understanding. Vhagar had forged such a connection with the Targaryen female years ago, both losing life to their age and finding it once more when the gods had brought them back to the land. Aches shot through her jaw at the amount of force that was exerted in tension, rage was too numbing for her to notice such a feeling as fingers gripped along the side of the boat, flesh turning white at the knuckle. 

Few of this day knew of her anger, her rage and fury, none had knew how unforgiving Visenya was but, they would learn. Their home was not to far ahead, it made the tragedy all that much stronger. Vhagar’s cry soon resonated above, wings outstretched to bring her closer to her rider, as if no words needed be spoken for both to understand the other. It was then Visenya’s gaze lifts moving now to the fleet off to their side, it took time to reload such a weapon time that would prove to be an opening. Jaws part as embers form and flicker until heat forms, a river of fire leaving her before engulfing men and ships alike. “We shall give them war, if is what they wish for.”

They would see her rage long before her sorrow.

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[agameofgirls]

the blood of visenya targaryen flows in daenerys veins!!

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[jonerysbitch]

Visenya from the grave watching Dany:

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This is hilarious 😂

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Activity Update

Hello my beautiful followers, as you may have noticed I have been pretty MIA on everything.

Reason being is I am preparing to go out of state Thursday morning, I’ve also been lost in binge watching Vampire Diaries thanks to @rhaegxr influence.

However, I will be leaving Thursday morning and be gone until Sunday evening. So I will be strictly mobile and you most likely won’t see me on here the next few days, I will have a queue setup and be available via discord however.

Have a good week/weekend and be safe!

xoxoxo.

[wulfhalls]

The two Sister Queens of King Aegon I Targaryen

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@scldsouls

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Today is a blessed day.

For the original dragon heads have arrived and are all together again.

@cxnqueror @scldsouls

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Visenya, eldest of the three siblings, was as much a warrior as Aegon himself, as comfortable in ring-mail as in silk. She carried the Valyrian long-sword Dark Sister, and was skilled in its use, having trained beside her brother since childhood.

Independent Visenya Targaryen

Written By Vix