Untitled

prince tao lin of killurn. troublemaker. snow faerite of freyr. lady-in-waiting. princess sigyn llyr of njorn. bloodthirsty,

[bloodwar-promo]

                                                  1853

the rise of the dark prince has caused civil unrest in the wizarding world. muggle borns are scared to walk onto the streets or even attend the newly reopened hogwarts.

       but a resistance has grown. grown to stop the tragic events like the hogwart’s killings and the explosion at the quidditch cup.

are you on the side of the dark prince’s champions? the side of the resistance set to stop bloodline hatred? or are you neutral on this rising war, just hoping to return to your normal life?

but those two events were just small plans and larger ones are to set foot as the dark prince grows his army.

                                  what side are you on?

bloodwarhq is a hp rp set in the victorian era. arranged marriages, blood feuds, simple school life and more are awaiting your characters! this group is set on character development.

[princelywoe]

xcrwnd​:

she was offended by the idea she’d attack children for no reason. “i am here for two people alone, the ironbarks. and to think we’d harm children, of which i see very few, is atrocious. go on then, get them out!” she shouted, but then she felt her sword give a wiggle and rage filled her. “did you just try to bend MY sword!?” even the other ironbloods did not touch their fellows weapons, that was how malin understood boundaries. ones sword was their own and was never touched or taken without permission. “who do you think you are?” she approached her with the sword in hand, ready to strike in her fury.

“YOU MIGHT not harm children. but i have seen my share of raids...sometimes, they don’t care.” she instantly stiffened, preparing her stance at her words. it was a dirty trick she had learned when she was still in slavery. bending a slaver’s weapon-- it was less painful when hit. she wasn’t raised with her kind... she wouldn’t know their ways. “i am princess sigyn llyr of njoran.... daughter of osiris.... that’s who i am.” and she was deadly and not afraid of a fight, and the subtle small crack of her whip confirmed that.

[princelywoe]

xcrwnd​:

there was something odd about the girl before her, it made malin pause but she still held her blade aloft, ready to attack. “i have no quarrel with njoran, but i will not be kind to those in my way.” she threatened. “get them out or i will not apologize for what becomes of them.”

“ALL OF THEM are not here... and there are children here....” don’t get her wrong, sigyn is all for chaos. but when it came to children--- an instinct kicked in with her. the same one where she tried to protect the slave children in their ‘prison’. her eyes glanced down to the others sword. she tried to bend it-- but her powers were still not replenished, only able to tremble it slightly. “fuck...” she cursed softly as she sighed in exhaustion, hearing the footsteps of her people scurry off. 

[witcheshaven]

current mood

[princelywoe]

xcrwnd​:

open starter / malin of ironblood / after the explosion

she marched in at dromo’s side but broke off from him to keep his flank protected from soldiers rushing in to stop them. but nothing would stop their revenge, their fury as she swiftly cut one off at the ankles and stepped over him into the hall full of guests. she practically snarled, eyes searching for the ironbarks she had grown to hate. she spotted them and made for their positions, leaving devastation in her wake when she was confronted by an unusual sight, someone challenging her. “and what do you hope to do, swine?” she seethed, using her anger to fuel her. 

SHE COULD sense the familiar magic that flowed through them. she had it.  but she was njorn’s princess now, the crest on her dress revealing that.... and yet. sometimes she felt like she didn’t belong there. maybe because she didn’t feel connected with some of her people. expect the man that saved her-- her father. she was rushing to get her people out. the ones that were useless without their magic. they might have been useless to her--- but they were still her people. and she didn’t appreciate some of her people being slaughtered. the princess stood before her, her bladed whip outreached to her side. “let my people get to safety.”

[princelywoe]

hcrctics​:

open starter  // dromos of ironblood // after the explosion.

the gold that now stained his hands dripped onto the marble floor, the ironblood hoping with every fibre of his being that his theories were correct, that cutting off one head of the beast wouldn’t kill it, but it would weaken it. he waited, the explosion weaving it’s chaos throughout the hall as he began to feel it; the soft vibrations of magic returning to body. dromos had only been without momentarily, but it felt like eternity. “DEATH TO THE IRONBARK! DEATH TO THE GOLDKIN!” he roared, his own hoard screaming their war cry behind him as he decorated the chest plate of his armour with his old gold drenched hand print, menacing eyes focused right on his targets, it didn’t matter which, they all bled gold.

HONESTLY, SHE WISHED she was the one to take the first blow. she bet it felt amazing. “i fucking love it when people war cry!!!” she let out an ecstatic howl. she giggled, a wicked thing, as she bounced slightly. “oh. the bloodshed is coming. the bloodshed is coming.” she unsheathed her sword, the weapon slowly unlinking into a bladed whip. she watched him but blinked when he looked at her. she instantly held her hand up in protest, the long sleeve falling to reveal old scars on her wrists and arms. shackles that had dug to deep from being tightened to much. “i am not your enemy..... kin....” she could smell the ironblood in him as her magic slowly returned to her. she was draw to him. draw to the others as if she belonged. and truthfully, she probably did. but she was the njorn princess now. but the mutual hatred for the goldkin was there.

[princelywoe]

@agedcrown​

WHEN THE bloodshed ensued, she was instantly thrown into it on her own free will. this was her. a bloodthirsty pirate. this was her element and she began to feel the rush of her powers return to her. ironblood. that’s what she was. one of those that attacked. but her powers were still weak, unusable. so she had to resort to using her whip. it’s not like she wasn’t used to it. 

she made her way through the carnage, her whip just creating more. that’s when she saw shufen. she thought about ending him right then and there... but that would fail her father’s plot.  and that’s when she saw the ironblood coming towards him. she should have just walked away-- should have just let him fall. but her bladded whip wrapped around the ironblood’s head and before he could use his powers, she pulled with all her strength, decapitating him. “thought you’d be a better fighter.” she huffed at him, looking him over.

[princelywoe]

open starter.

during the battle.

IT’S NOT A PARTY until someone dies. and you can imagine the excited squeal that left the pirate princess as soon as golden blood was spilt. deserves them right.  “now this is a wedding!!!” she cried out as soon as the fighting started. people tried to rush her to safety.... they were just met with a punch to the gut. “i can take care of myself!” she growled out. you’d think she would be worried about her family. people probably thought that she’d cry out for her father and mother. cry out for her brothers. but sigyn was never that fucking soft. “well well.” a small sadistic giggle left her as she turned, her sword at her hip being unsheathed and unlinking into a bladed whip, stained with blood. ( hers and her enemies.) when she noticed someone charging, she wrapped the whip around their throat, looking over at the other. gods... had she just saved someone. everyone has their pros and cons, she supposed. “look.” she spoke to the other. “are you gonna run or fight? i’m not here to be a savior but i suppose i can escort you to safety.”

[princelywoe]

gcldcrcwn​:

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑       》     any & estelle   /  @princelywoe​ 

‘  doesn’t  it  smell  divine  ?  ’  she  queries,  bringing  the  herbs  to  her  nose.  umber  hues  looking  to  the  merchant,  as  he  seemed  rather  pleased  with  his  current  selection.  however,  she  seems  to  only  be  looking  around,  trying  to  gather  what  she  could  for  her  princess  before  tomorrow.  hues  falling  on  another  nearby,  as  she  was  in  need  of  assistance.  ‘  so  which  one  do  you  think  is  suitable  for  someone  of  a  distinguishing  background  ?  ’  not  wishing  to  give  away  the  person  the  herbs  were  for.

ANOTHER RESTLESS night had him wandering around. lin liked to observe. it was what he was best at; whether it was observing the stars or observing the court. he could smell the herbs the merchant carried from the other room. and he was highly interested. the smell of some of the herbs, he’d use to help him sleep a full night without screaming. they were just a little rare. “hmmm...” he stared at them. “the second. we use it often... but-- it also depends on what you are using it for. herbs have different backgrounds, uses, effects...”

[princelywoe]

twclvetrees​:

drago loved snow’s inability to be a good lady in waiting; it was charming and it wasn’t as if sera needed her. “i am usually in my sister’s good graces; i can ensure that she realizes you were otherwise occupied. perhaps next time we should get you a map?”

A SNORT CAME from her. something so undignified but around drago-- all ladylike lessons seemed to leave snow. “if you are the one to draw the map-- i’ll be lost forever. everyone will be back in freyr.. and i’ll still be here lost in the gardens.” she pushed him roughly. the smile faded from her lips as a small hum left her. “soooo... marriage? how you feel about that?” gossip was something that reached snow quickly due to other ladies talking. they could have their own court.

[princelywoe]

ofravyns​:

Ravyn glanced over at the young woman when she spoke of her own hopes for a wedding. She herself had never even given a thought to her own wedding dress, mainly because even for an engaged woman she doubted she would get married one day. She had far too much work to do in her lifetime. “A pleasure to meet you, Snow. You are still young dear, there is no need to be in such a hurry. Are there not things you wish for in life before making such a commitment?” she wondered. Perhaps Ravyn was the one out of touch, but she’d never been a romantic. Though girls outside Wheldrake seemed to think of these things frequently. 

YES. SHE WAS still very young. but that didn’t matter in her family. “in my family. it’s marry young or you have no chance to marry at all.” a small sigh left her. yet she was silent for a moment or two as she thought. “i suppose i never really thought about the things i wanted in my life. i was just--- riding on my family’s wants and expectations of me. “my older sister... before she passed... married as soon as she turned eighteen... bore a son at nineteen before the childbirth took her at twenty...”

[princelywoe]

ohdisaster​:

her words brought a smirk to his face though the mention of freyr made him think for a moment. “your name suits you,” he smiled softly, moving his hand forward to guide the way. he had no idea where lady axelsson was in truth. he had no idea which of the many faces he had seen even belonged to such a lady because bran was terrible with names but all he had to do was guide her toward where the royals tended to be and she’d probably not even notices he didn’t know what what lady axelsson looked like.” it was shameful. he should know. his mother was from freyr. “my mum is from freyr, actually. is it nice there?” he should probably know that himself but he hadn’t been since he was small and hated the idea of going. “i’m bran.”

“IT SUITS ME?” a small smile formed on her lips. “no one has told me that before. and how does it suit me per say?” she hummed as she began walking, gently lifting her dress slightly to walk easier. she just had to wear her longest dress today. she blinked at his words about his mother. “really? and you no longer live in freyr? it’s very lovely. i wouldn’t trade it for the world. my family hails from the highlands but i get the opportunity to reside in the fortress with my lady.” even though, her family were very poor. their nobility stripped from them at her birth. but they made by. and she was able to come on as a lady-in-waiting. “bran? well. that suits you.” a small giggle.

[princelywoe]

agedcrown​:

𝖧𝖤  𝖶𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣  𝖧𝖠𝖵𝖤  𝖳𝖮  𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖪  𝖧𝖨𝖲  𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱  for  keeping  him  on  his  toes  ,  else  ,  the  pain  would  have  been  greater  .  the  hand  came  at  him  ,  &  out  of  reflex  ,  the  crown  prince  moved  back  !  not  far  enough  ,  but  just  enough  so  he  caught  the  end  of  her  fist  :  on  his  lips  .  there  was  a  searing  pain  which  made  him  stumble  back  &  clutch  his  mouth  .  he  could  feel  the  blood  forming  in  his  mouth  ,  that  metallic  taste  .  a  small  cut  from  his  lips  snagging  onto  his  teeth  .  he  flashed  her  a  momentary  harsh  glare  ,  which  met  her  smirk  .  straightening  up  ,  he  pulled  his  fingers  away  from  his  lip  ,  noting  the  bit  of  blood  on  skin  .  droplets  he  easily  wiped  on  his  dark  pants  .

❝  noted  .  any  other  violent  reflexes  i  should  be  made  aware  of  ?  for  my  sake  .  ❞

HONESTLY, SHE watched him with intrigue. she was impressed and that was a hard feat to do.  but when she saw the blood, she couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. yet she couldn’t hold the small laugh to leave her at his words. does the ability to gut him in a flash count? “nope. i promise.” a broken promise. she leaned in closely. “i hope i didn’t hurt you too much, my lord.” she placed behind her hands behind her back as she looked at him. “we are more rough in my home....”

[princelywoe]

gcldcrcwn​:

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑       》     siggy & ysabel   /  @princelywoe​

she  hated  taking  on  the  mother  role,  but  when  it  came  to  her  daughter  it  was  a  different  story.  soft  bristles  brushing  through  her  child’s  hair,  as  they  prepared  for  whatever  events  may  unfold  that  day.  her  lips  firm,  as  she  seems  to  hum  a  all  too  familiar  njoran  tune.  yet,  there  was  silence  between  them,  already  feeling  her  daughter’s  disheartened  mood.  ‘  you  shouldn’t  blame  your  father.  ’  her  words  tender  at  her  ear,  ‘  he  is  only  doing  what’s  best  for  our  kingdom  and  if  this  means  giving  your  hand  to  killurn  you  should  be  honored.  ’

IT WAS A HEAVY feeling around her. but her mother always made her feel better somehow. even her biological one... she didn’t remember her father... but her mother.... she could still smell her perfume. but there was so much love in her for ysabel.... a small huff left her as she threw another dagger at the table, centered with the other five. “i don’t understand why i can’t just get it over with now. i can easily sneak into their chambers. slaughter them now. so what if we go to war. let us.....” she was silent again. “can you place those little braids in my hair that i like? with the shells?”

[princelywoe]

agedcrown​:

𝖬𝖠𝖸𝖡𝖤  𝖧𝖤  𝖣𝖨𝖣𝖭'𝖳  𝖰𝖴𝖨𝖳𝖤  𝖴𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖣  𝖧𝖤𝖱  feelings  .  after  all  ,  the  two  were  built  &  raised  differently  .  judging  by  the  skin  of  her  hand  ,  shufen  had  had  it  easier  ,  &  lived  lavishly  .  never  to  lift  a  finger  if  it  wasn’t  to  lift  a  sword  .  thrown  away  …  his  father  may  have  given  his  hand  away  ,  but  he  didn’t  have  to  leave  killurn  .  he  would  still  rule  ,  but  with  a  queen  by  his  side  .  her  ,  she  would  have  to  leave  home  &  family  .

❝  his  loss  ,  our  gain  .  ❞

he  attempted  camaraderie  ,  as  he  pulled  her  hand  to  his  lips  softly  .  it  could  be  worst  ,  he  thought  .  a  woman  with  no  brains  nor  beauty  ,  with  no  tact  nor  the  required  talent  to  rule  could’ve  been  chosen  as  his  would  be  wife  .  sigyn  is  a  pretty  girl  ,  &  from  what  he’s  heard  of  njoran  ,  tough  too  .

❝  killurn  welcomes  you  ,  sigyn  ,  should  you  wish  to  marry  me  .  ❞

he  knows  she  has  no  choice  in  the  say  ,  as  did  he  ,  but  he  would  push  the  wedding  date  for  as  long  as  he  could  until  perhaps  ,  a  semblance  of  civility  grows  between  them  .

IF ONLY HE knew how she was raised. before her father found her in that mansion. the one burnt down.. almost taking a whole village with it. their gain. if only they knew about the dark plot behind her eyes. how many ways she was thinking of killing the whole royal family. she’d start with shufen... then go after the youngest. but her wicked thoughts were pulled from her when his lips met roughened hands. her eyes widened slightly before her other hand came up and punched him right in the nose. “oops.” she played coy. “sorry... reflexes.. don’t get much of that where i’m from. men usually... run from me.” yet she couldn’t help the wicked smirk to pull onto her lips for just a moment.

[macknyu]

Bai Luo Heng “Luo Luo” Wallpapers

[princelywoe]

hcrctics​:

he wasn’t one to react to his own children’s outbursts, but he did demand respect from them, whatever the circumstance. her words kept coming, the venom from them dripping from her chin. the pirate would wait for her to finish, wait for her to have her moment before he chose to quell the storm. patiently, the waited, the last words leaving her. he shouldn’t have let the smile creep on his features, but it did. she had a temper that would level mountains but she needed to learn to control it. “i need you to stop before you say more of which you’ll regret. while I am your father, i won’t stand for you using such colourful words with me. I also won’t stand for lies, siggy.” his voice was calm, but his eyes were not. there’d always been something behind his hues, something lurking that he dear not let loose. he wasn’t sure what would happen if he did. “I never made such a promise, and if I did, i allow you to cut out my tongue and feed it to the kraken.” he was certain, to his very core that he’d never make such a rule with her. his memory was so far the only thing to never fail him. “It is not a marriage i do for coin, siggy. It is one for necessity. killurn cannot continue to go on without penance and you– you were chosen for this greatness.” he let his eyes soften, looking over the girl. “I give you to them not as a bride, but as a storm, willing and able to swallow any ship they dare to set free on the waves.” he knew his words were riddled, but he also knew his daughter was clever, she’d understand the words he couldn’t yet say out loud. “That pain that you feel now, know that it is not without purpose. anger.. pain is a gift, siggy. use it.”

RARE TEARS streamed down her sun kissed cheeks. it was rare for the pirate princess to shed a tear. even from the happiness of calling him her father... something she couldn’t remember having. but at this moment, she felt hurt... felt used. “i can’t...” she spoke softly, her small but deadly frame shaking. “the mere thought of... of giving my body to those that abused us, father... i can not.. please... don’t make me....” she begged. and she never begged. she did whatever her father demanded of her. she was his loyal daughter. she was silent for a moment. “at least let me kill him.....”