The young wolf

Robb Stark. King in the North. "I asked him, how can a man be brave if he's afraid? That is the only time a man can be brave, he said." Indie GoT RP blog. Multiverse friendly.

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I really want more interactions with canons! How could you refuse a RP with this handsome bastard?! 

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whitefurs:

“You really think me a fool?!” Jon had never raised the voice before and he knows, he can just sound as angry and serious as their father did if he wants to. “Do you believe I’d lay in my bed each night because all I see are those blue eyes? Do you think the Free Folk was desperate enough to attack the Wall after thousands of years beyond it if not because they are afraid?! I saw them with my own eyes, Robb. I saw what they can do and what they will do. Uncle Benjen left because he knew and he might is one of those slaves now too. I promise you I had not one pleasant day since I came here. My men hate me, I burnt the woman I loved and I saw what no man should see. I do not know how to keep the Wall. They had hundreds of years to prepare, we only have years if all.” The lift stops with a rattle and he gets out, not waiting for Robb. The real North lays there, cruel and quiet, scary, almost, as each life had left it.

“A fool is a more PLEASANT word than what I would have used.” He shot back, seething. Robb couldn’t remember a time he had ever been this angry at his brother. Following after Jon, the air became a lot thinner on top of the wall, the cold aching his very bones. “I know nothing of Free Folk nor of creatures with blue eyes, but what I do know is this.” He began, out stretching his arm to pull Jon to a halt. “OUR sister needs us. Help me save Sansa and take back what’s ours, and I will help you. I SWEAR it.” His words came out as a desperate plea. Once king of the North with a great army, Robb Stark had soon become nothing. Most his men were either dead or hiding back in their homes in fear of what another battle may cause them. “I’m sorry for all that you have been through, truly. If you fear your life is in danger here, then why protect brothers that wish to only stab you in the back?” 

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crimson-smirks:

“You think it is for nothing more than show?” He commented, laughter leaving him as his hand dropped to his side. Soft fingers wrapped around the golden handle of the sword as he would pull it from his side. Holding it before the young wolf, twisting it one way and then another for him to marvel at southern weaponry at its finest.

“Stannis trained me – we had plenty of time to do so when we were laid siege to, but what would you know about that?” He commented, meaning to insult the young wolf. Both of them – stag and wolf where the same age almost. One of them was protected during the horrors of war and the other was not. The wolf had a mother to hide behind as everything else fought and died and the stag – had only a stern brother to comfort him, to shape him into a man during war.

“Do you want to hold it?”

The weapon was of great finery, that were true. “It’s beautiful, I admit - but have you actually ever GUTTED a man with it?” He asked with a mocking grin. Training was one thing, but to truly fight was another. Robb’s own sword was of no greatness, but it had served him well. 

He could only laugh at the attempted insult, his arms folding across his chest. “Tell me then, if you are so well trained.. where were you when I was fighting against the Lannisters?” Robb was no green boy. Young yes, but he had a great mind for battle tactics and an even better arm for fighting. Politely, he nodded. Unfolding his arms, he held out his hand to receive the sword. “Have you seen my father’s own sword? Ice is a sword beyond words. Only them BASTARDS  still will not return it to me.”  He said through gritted teeth. He had never felt as much hate for anyone than he did for House Lannister. 

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whitefurs:

“I would lie if I say that it’s much better here Robb. I had to deal with many issues and I feel terrible I could not do anything to help you.” Jon heads for the great lift to bring them up the Wall. They had to leave the wolves but there is no more private place here than the lift and the top of the Wall. The Lord Commander hesitates and yet: “I must warn you Robb, something much worse than kings are coming…All the stories Old Nan told of the Wall are true. I saw them. The Army of the dead and the Others. They prepare and they might hit us more soon than late.” Eyes are closed for a moment. “There is nothing I could offer you on help. The Free Folk, they are no true army and I am bound to the Watch. One wrong step and this monster have the right to walk in here to take off my head. I have more enemies among my black brothers than friends…but you shall stay for a while and we find a way together. You are House Stark and you still have many men who follow our name. Many only accepted the Bolton because they fear him. If you call, they will remember their true Lord.”

Following Jon into the old lift, Robb gave his direwolf the command to stay. He wasn’t prepared for what came next, his brow creasing as he looked to his brother. “An army of dead?” He asked for confirmation. Had Jon been playing him a fool? Was this his way of getting out of helping him take back Winterfell? “If you are trying to brush me off brother, all you need to say is no.” His jaw clenched as he tried to hold back his anger. Had Jon really saw him as some foolish boy that would believe such a tale? “It’s becoming apparent my journey here was for NOUGHT. I will trouble you no further, Jon Snow. I’ll leave on the morrow and you won’t have to trouble yourself of such lies again.” As they now reached the top of the wall, his anger boiled all the more. Jon thought more of his black brothers than that of blood. He was not the Jon he had grown up with, that was evident. “Father would be turning in his grave right now.” 

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agirlingrey:

If anything, his response only served to FURTHER her ire and anger, and she was just about ready to make a retort of her own ( something ill-advised, no doubt, such as reminding everyone that one did not need to be a traitor to be named as such, like Lord Eddard Stark ), but the young king never gave her the CHANCE to do it. In a matter of half a minute, the entire hall was cleared, though she thought she had seen the Lady Catelyn shoot his son a curious and SOMEWHAT WARY look. She shared the older lady’s misgivings, but did not intend to show them in front of this man. He was a king, though, so Alys had no choice but to OBEY his command. She sat, as he asked, though made sure to leave a considerable DISTANCE between the two of them. “I doubt there is much that I can offer you, Your Grace,” Alys said bluntly. “Surely you do not need me for my prowess in battle or riches. But whatever I can do, I will.” For my brother and father.

Robb knew of her pain all too well, to lose a father. Only her father’s blood, was on HIS hands. No matter how many times he washed and scrubbed, it NEVER went away. He watched as she seated herself, the distance she had left, made him feel like some sort of monster. Did she fear him? Clasping his hands, he rested them on top of the hard wood table. “It’s your alliance I require. I know I do not deserve it, but your family have been loyal to the Starks for centuries. It would be a pity to break what our father’s and their father’s before them built together.” She would know their families history, to be sure, but he didn’t wish any ill feelings between the Karstark girl. “I can’t turn back time my lady, but I can help to build towards a better future.”

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So I kinda want to do a World War AU or a modern AU in general. xD

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I know no king but the king in the north whose name is Stark🐺

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whitefurs:

He gives his brother a quick hug as well before stepping back. “Ah well, Lord Commander is probably the highest a bastard can rise. Guess that had been as much a surprise and you getting crowned king, hm?” Jon does not envy Robb. It is hard enough to fill those new role given to him but the burden that must rest upon his brother’s shoulders, he cannot imagine it though. Jon feels own pulling him down too with the threat that waits beyond the Wall. “It’s good to see you even though, I’m not sure if it is good or bad news that brings you so far North.” He can see Ghost strangely excited. The white direwolf had grown a few inches taller than his brother but now, he bites the other wolf playfully, knowing his wolf most likely missed his wolf siblings as well. “Let’s walk.”

Robb had not truly seen himself as king, it was not something he had wished for. “Aye, surprising indeed.” He murmured. As much as he had not felt kingly, he was chosen by his men, just like Jon had been chosen as Lord Commander. He prolonged his news for as long as he could, watching the two brothers reunite in a playful manner. As they began to walk, Robb knew he could not keep Jon waiting forever. “After the Red wedding, myself and a few men just about escaped. Since then, I have not yet returned to Winterfell. Roose Bolton’s bastard had taken it from.. “ He found it difficult to say his name aloud, he could still taste the betrayal. “Prince Theon.” He mocked with a scoff.  “And Sansa.. they married her to him, to that crazed bastard.” He spat, more so angry that he was too weak to save his own sister. “Jon you’re the only hope that Sansa and I have left. I need you, the North needs you.” He knew what he was asking of his brother, but he had spent too long hiding from his enemies. “If you do not wish to help me, I may as well take the black. I am no help to Sansa alone.”

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“Tell me truly my lord, have you ever actually USED that fancy sword of yours?” The young wolf asked with a curious kink of his brow. Renly Baratheon was known for being rather flamboyant, but something told Robb, the youngest stag lacked the skills his brothers before him had.

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whitefurs:

“That’s funny since I always get mocked how I’m rather short for a son of our father” he jokes back with a small smirk.    

Robb chuckled, his head shaking as he spoke. “What you lack of in father’s height brother, you make up for in broodiness.” He jested, his arms suddenly opening as he now flung them around the other. “I have missed you Jon.” The young king admitted in a whisper. Time hadn’t been kind to the Starks, but he had hoped it had been that bit more kinder to Jon. Releasing his brother from his embrace, his eyes did a full sweep of him. “Black truly is your colour.” 

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agirlingrey:

Unexpected indeed. For half a groat, Alys would have gladly spat in his face… but it would be far from wise, and with so many riverlords and northmen who had sworn their swords to this KING in the hall, she DARED NOT. “If it please Your Grace,” The title left a bitter taste in her mouth, “I have come to collect the bones of my brother and father, and bring them back home.” After half a heartbeat, she couldn’t resist adding, “The one who died for you and the one you EXECUTED. Surely you recall them well.”

The young king dared not to show the guilt he felt for both her fallen brother and the father whose head he had taken. Shuffling uncomfortably in his seat, blue orbs found the stares of his bannermen awaiting his response. “Recall them I do, but surely even you understand the price for treason.” He started, his face emotionless. Already people thought him only as a boy, he wished not to further the japes. “You will have the bones that you desire but I too require something from you.”  Robb was not foolish enough to believe that she would take kindly to what he was to ask of her, but he would ask regardless. “Leave us, I wish to speak to with our guest alone.” His men took their leave at once, only the Greatjon lingered for a short silent moment before following the others. “Sit with me.” He asked, his tone softer than before.

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“You look taller than I remember.. you finally grew that inch you were in dire need of.” 

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@dramaquiinn 

Inside the asylum

crazed . delusional . murderer 

He hadn’t remembered much of his capture, it had happened so fast it was now a blur. The treatment he had suffered since his arrival in this godforsaken hell, was unfortunately far from a blur. Robb Stark believed he had been sent to build a new age, to prepare and battle a great threat he had foreseen in his dreams. He needed to rid the evil from the world, to protect the innocent. His first mission saw him slain four men, men he believed to be conspiring with the enemy. Only the police had not praised him for his victory, instead they laughed at his reasoning and threw him into the hole he now resided in. Each day passed was worse than the one before it, the other inmates crazed killers and manics, he did not belong here. During his short time in the asylum, Robb had told few his story, and each of them all but laughed. Fools he’d tell himself, the lot of them. 

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@agirlingrey 

“Lady Karstark.. your visit is unexpected. Of what do we owe the pleasure?”

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