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chelsi. blood rider for khal kajo.

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oftargaryens:

                   “WE ARE NOT here to scare you, but we are not here to be disrespected in our own home. Your wilderness is no excuse.” Alyssandra did not move or flinched at the girls growl, although she must admit it did intimidate her, even if she did not show it. The tension could be felt, and she knew the guards feared for her life, but she would not back down even if it cost her that.

All she did was shrug. Chelsi did not know what ‘wilderness’ meant, but ‘wild’ was not a bad thing for her people so she assumed the woman was trying to be nice. The bloodrider was not sure what the intention was, but she looked like the dolls girls in Essos held onto. Chelsi was curious if she was a doll herself. She conceded nonetheless, looking sharply at the guards. It weighed on her mind how they were even able to fight with so much heavy metal around them. Looking back at the doll like woman, Chelsi attempted to speak the common tongue once more, in the best sentence she knew. “I do not know what you said.”

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steelwcters:

       he kept his hand on his weapon, and his eyes on the dothraki woman - he wasn’t dumb enough to think that stature would be his winning aspect when facing down a dothraki of either gender.     with some enemies, size did not matter.    it took him a moment to process what she had said, but it seemed more like a… riddle than anything he was aware of.    he narrowed his eyes, considering for a moment, and responded as best he could in his knowledge of their language - a saying he’d once been taught by a dothraki man who’d made his weight in coins in the illegal fighting pits domas grew up in, “ zir zhokwa kazga, ovetha oleth olti. she ki feldi hafi, ”        and domas raised his eyebrow at her,  “i don’t want to fight you, at least not here and not for any malice.   but if that’s what you want, you’ll have to wait until the crown lets us out of our cages let we both end up in a cell, and i won’t risk my forge for that. ”

Her body relaxed brief enough to lower her defenses, careful to still watch his movements. Chelsi was used to fighting first then talking later, if at all. They were not big on conversation like the Westerosi seemed to be. Kept still as she worked mentally to translate his words, her response was slow but flat. Absent mindedness caused the Dothraki’s hands to wrap around her torso while she looked up before back down again. “Chelsi. I am...fine with meeting your...” the word was lost on her but she was certain that she had already fumbled in her speech. The Common Tongue was a weakness that she had on full display constantly, and she was not thrilled with it. “How do you know my language?” It was a question, but still fiercely demanding as her eyes instinctively narrowed.

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greeneyedreed:

He waited for her reaction and the laugh in turn made him laugh; he may have only read of them in books but her response was such a Dothraki thing to say. “Indeed, they rule the swamplands, we hunt them in packs and make cloth from their hide, it is strong, yet flexible armour.” he gestured to his own shoes, made from the scales of the beast. “You know, our people have ridden them in the past, they are the fastest mounts within the Neck.” he smiled wryly, “I have trouble imagining any man beating you regardless. But what is a Blood Rider?” he asked.  

“I will conquer this beast and make one my steed. I will shoot arrows from its back while it devoured men,” she laughed, baring her teeth in excitement. While she  hardly knew the little man, he still was interesting enough to keep her attention. Which was a feat in and of itself, especially with so much going on around her constantly. “I have yet to lose,” Chelsi’s eyes glittered in their darkness at his question. “We are bound to our Khal, we protect and accompany him wherever he may go. Sometimes we even follow him in death. Similar to..ah, kingguard?”

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greeneyedreed:

Of course she would ask that first, the great beasts were the pride of The Neck, both feared and fascinating in equal measure. “They’re much longer than a horse is tall,” he figured it was a good place to start, “Huge lizards with hide like armour, teeth like daggers and always hungry. They hide in the swamp water looking like felled tree logs and devour those who cannot see them for what they are.” he gestured to the clasp that fixes his cloak in place, “This is made in their image.”  

Her head moved closer to look at the clasp, and she took a moment to smell him. He smelled like water that had pooled too long where the horses drank. But the sound of these...lizard lions made her laugh. “I love these beasts! I wish we had them. They are strong, they would do well among my people.” Chelsi thought for a few moments as she retreated back to a more comfortable space. “I am blood rider. I would be fearsome on one of those. No man would defeat me on my lizard lion.”

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oftargaryens:

                       THE TARGARYEN fire lit inside Alyssandra like a wild fire, lifting her head high she too took a step closer to the woman, her pride on her skin. “Do not burn your bridges, this is not the free cities and I might be kind but I will not be disrespected.” 

“You do not scare me, your guards do not scare me. I have no bridges, and you are not my Khaleesi.” Chelsi held a deep growl in her voice, almost daring the fair blonde to push further. She had no time to banter back and forth, especially with someone she was certain was not worth a fight.

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oftargaryens:

                   ALYSSANDRA WOULD lie if she said the words of the girl didn’t send a cold shiver down her back. The young princess would never understand the people across the sea, they intrigued her, but at the same they terrified her. “No one is doubting you skills, ma’am. But you should still be more careful in the way you carry yourself, the whole kingdom is under investigation, reckless behavior can lead to unwanted things.” the princess offered. 

Mingling bits and pieces of what the woman said, it seemed omnimous to Chelsi. Perhaps tone was lost in translation but still, the young blood rider stepped closer to really look at the fair haired woman. The look on her guards’ faces did not pay her any mind. “I need no help from you.”

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greeneyedreed:

All Ascar knew of Dothraki culture was what he’d gleaned from books in Greywater’s library; but a book was never the same as being in the presence of the real thing. She made him feel like a swamp frog beside a lizard-lion. Though, lizard-lions rarely ate frogs. “It is.” he nodded, “My land is an enormous swamp, these people would be too scared to enter it in fear of dirtying their gowns and leggings.” he told her with a small smile.  

A swamp sounded interesting, hardly the same to the dry, airy land masses she was used to. Though his tone seemed as if he was as disgusted with the lords and ladies around them as she was. Chelsi was indeed genuinely curious, in fact. “What is this lizard lion?” She had no clue what he was talking about and very little what he was actually saying. The Dotrak leaned closer with intent, trying to not be intimidating further. “Tell me now.”

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aclswith:

     aelswith was full up of the kneelers and their fear of death.   beyond the wall in the true north, dead bodies were common.   where the free folk learned to protect themselves so they wouldn’t be killed by a coward from behind.       it was a shameful death, a shameful way to die.   only the old gods knew why, but aelswith could no longer watch them fret like babes left swaddled alone.   before she even knew who it was that bumped her in the empty corridor as she made to leave the crowds, her wide blade shortsword was out of it’s sheath, shee had the woman my the front of her clothing and her body rattling against the wall.     with a knife to the brunette woman’s jugular, aelswith jammed her knee into the woman’s wrist against the wall - pinning the blade-wielding arm to the wall.

         “why do you raise a blade to me, kneeler - ? ”   aelswith snarled.

Chelsi had moments to think, to react. Fighting was something she was bred to do, molded even, and the petite stature she was given proved to be useful. Her wrist felt crushed but she moved her neck from the blade before she rolled her fist into the other woman’s face. Her free hand moved to twist the other woman’s blade wielding arm away from her before she spat at the woman, despite being pinned by her knee. Her grip on the woman’s arm tightened. “I do not know you, woman.”

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neshabi:

Chelsi’s words made her smile, not the words themselves but the fact that she’d finally caught up with her sister. “Everyone has to face it eventually, how you can live without accepting that I will never understand.” She felt better slipping into the Dothraki tongue with her sister. “A chair makes these people think themselves invincible.” 

She felt comfortable around her sister, more so than any other that she’d been around lately. Chelsi contemplated telling her sister about the fight she had been in with the wildling girl, eager to tell her about the only excitement she had. But Chelsi thought better of it. “Are we really bound to this King’s command?”

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theladyleona:

The face she made at the wine made a small laugh leave her, “It’s not for everyone, a lot of people aren’t fond of things that are overly sweet.” Glancing down at the glass she brought her eyes back to the small woman in front of her. “The food is quite good, you should try it. At least the food from the Westerlands is. Though we don’t have horse here I’m sure we could find other meat for you. Not as good I’m sure but we’ll make do wont we?” The woman was beautiful, Leona wasn’t supposed to be looking at beautiful women she supposed but she was looking at the Dothraki beauty in front of her. “Well the murder certainly makes things more interesting to your people.” She wasn’t accusing her, any of the dothraki, no they’d never just stab someone and leave them in an abandoned hall. “I suppose it makes it more interesting to everyone, though now we’re all stuck here to see this play out.” Looking her over once more her gaze was mostly trapped on her enchanting eyes, “Leona of House Lannister. Beyond a pleasure to meet you.”

Chelsi didn’t know what a Lannister was, but she felt her ears turn red in a telling way as the blonde woman spoke to her. Most of what she said fell on deaf ears but she caught her name, and that there wasn’t any horse around. Dark eyes fell heavy on the woman and any shame she might have had became irrelevant. Perhaps the woman was like her, and went against the expectations of their world. She struggled to think of the right words to say, especially when she was too busy thinking about that pale flesh before her. “Chelsi. It is well to meet you, Leona.” Brows furrowed as she tried to remember the proper titles, but there were none in Dothraki that fit the mold. Her hand fumbled with the edge of her exorbarantly long braid as she tried to keep the woman talking so she could look a little longer and fantasize about touching. “They were bad killings by our standards.”

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greeneyedreed:

Ascar looked up (and up) to meet the woman’s face and couldn’t help but be impressed, the Dothraki were indeed an intimidating people if this woman was anything to go by. His eyes travelled to her hand as it released her weapon, well that was a relief at least. He moved slowly to the window and sunk onto the sill, it served as a seat. “It’s a condition my body has.” he was unsure how to explain it without actually saying what his gift was, “I get very tried sometimes, but I’ll be fine with time.” Until he saw his next vision and then it was back to the beginning. It was rare for him to have two in such close succession though. “Do you miss your home?” he asked, rather abruptly, maybe because he missed his own.

He reminded her of a sick animal she saw once during an excursion. It was a sad, weak creature and in a brief moment of fleeting compassion, Chelsi had taken it out of its misery. She wasn’t going to do the same, but his fraility was an odd thing for her to witness. She didn’t know who he was nor what he was afflicted with, but she was glad she was as formidable as she was. “Yes. This is awful.” 

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kalliaswaynwood:

It was strange how Kallias felt so isolated when surrounded by so many people, many of whom had been acquaintances of his before his disappearance. He knew he wouldn’t be able to just fit back into his old life so easily, but he hadn’t expected it to be this difficult. He was soon distracted from his disappointment when the tip of a blade was pointed against his chest, although it was swiftly redrawn. Still, it woke him up. “Do you always threaten to impale strangers?”

“Why not?” It was short, it was brief. She knew none of these people and they had made a point to kill people they knew. She was a stranger and she wasn’t about to let one of them try to harm her, or her people, or her Khal. Chelsi wiped her mouth and jerked her chin up, in curiosity. He hadn’t flinched and that left her wondering if he was used to such instances or if he feared death as much as she did.

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oftargaryens:

               The princess had not intended, nor imagine, to find herself in such situation. She found herself surprised at the sight of a knife being pointed towards her in such way. But more she felt her bones chill at the sounds of the swords of her guards being pointed towards the girl, who obviously had not intended to react in such way, her way. “You should certainly be more careful to were and at who you point that to, this are no time to be careless, you could be mistaken for the culprit, don’t you think?” The princess asked as she waved her hand in the air to make her guards back down from her. 

Chelsi shrugged, counting the men and planning her attack instinctively. She still sheathed her blade and glared at the guards. She’d fought harder men, not hidden behind armor. Regardless, she stepped back and laughed, even if the woman’s words were halfway lost in translation. Chelsi spoke through a distinctly thick accent. “They should know Dothraki do not stab in the back. No, we gut and take our kills public and proud.” She exposed her teeth at the guards and laughed once more.

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steelwcters:

        he relaxed back also, allowing distance between them - two unsure foes anticipating the other.   weak and malleable, he laughed at that and didn’t bother with a response.    he felt no neeed to talk himself up, if need be he’d show his strength when he had her under his bootheel or at the end of his blade.     and yet, his distain drained away to the baseline of his dislike for humans - DOTHRAKI -  he should have guessed.   “a dothraki indeed,” he said with an obvious air of doubt.     crossing his sinewy, scarred arms over his barrelled chest he looked directly at her now, actually taking her form in - garb, weapons, calloused hands of a dothraki.

              and yet…  “hash yer asti k’athijilari?”

A twisted part of her was disappointed he backed down already, Chelsi wanted to release tension, after all. The blood rider did not like how he looked at her, translating to her as doubt. It never fared well when people doubted her, and Chelsi was curious as to where his doubt came from. Flipping her long braid over her shoulder, confidently staring back at him, still eager for a fight. Chelsi wanted to see what kind of man he thought himself, she was certain her dick was still bigger than his. “ Az ahhaf yera, fin vahhafa athnithar, mra zhor anhoon?”

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steelwcters:

       his gritted jaw lessened - immediate distain for the ‘noble’ woman fading away as she spat fire at him - this was no westerosi noblewoman.   there was a gruff huff of a laugh as he realized this was the kind of woman he had no concern with offending her ‘delicate sensibilities’ - he much preferred that.    “you would be dead before you pierced a vein, woman,” domas replied, “you keep your blade sheathed and so will i.   at least within the keep, unless you’re fond of shackles.”

Chelsi spit at him, stepping back into a defensive position. “I’ve slaughtered over a hundred just like you, weak and malleable,” she hissed before she glared dark Dothraki eyes at him. Chelsi had heard that they did not like her kind here, and she was more than willing to give them a reason to. Still, she moved her hand off her blade and folding her arms over her chest. “Dothraki are not bested by shackles and I pity the fool who dare tries.”

[neshabi]

Leaning back against the wall Neshabi spun the blades in her hands, “Two men die and the entire country falls apart.” She was back in her leathers, the dress had been a game, a fun one that she did grow tired of. “How does this city function?” shoving the blades back in their holsters she looked up at the person who approached her, “M’ach.” the tongue harsh compared to the delicate tones these people were used to hearing.

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Chelsi stood close to her sister, but had waited before she spoke to approach. Chelsi felt as if she was a dark shadow behind her sister, and she did not mind it. She never resented Neshabi, rather looked up to her in fact. Her dark hair nodded at her before greeting her in the familiar tongue between them. “They do not see the purpose of death because they do not want to face their own mortality. Pitiful, petty people.”

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greeneyedreed:

He needed to find Jojen, childish as it was he wanted to be close to his brother, the one who’d protected him since he’d entered the world, during this time of suspicion. If his latest vision were anything to go by then the entirety of Westeros was teetering on the brink of disaster and he felt it was likely to fall into the worst-possible result. Leaning heavily against the wall he moved too slowly for a boy his age and when bumped into all but fell to the floor… damn visions… they took too much of a toll. Pushing himself away from the wall he nodded back, “My apologies.” he told the Dothraki, half-worried she may demand a fight here and now, though it seemed unlikely. “It’s an awful place, isn’t it?” he asked softly, gesturing about him as he spoke.

She just stared at the little man. What an odd person. Chelsi didn’t know what to think about him, unsure how she was supposed to react. Instead, she just stared at him blankly before she released her weapon at her side. The murders hadn’t bothered her and nothing seemed to bother her about this place other than the things they found normal. An outsider just looking in, as if looking at a show. It was all fake, that much she knew. Still, Chelsi just stared, blinking at him for a good while before she spoke with a thick accent. “What is wrong with you?”