a ferocity

and time is not on our side, another day won't stem the tide, and I can't wait til you decide, as we face down the end, rise and start again 20. loyal to house stark.

[xfreakingrise]

♔ @shebearmormonts

Harrion decided he wanted to get away from the confines of the city and explore the bit of nature that King’s Landing had to offer. After being in a cell for so long, seeing the sun and the sea was unbelievable and overwhelming. He went to the edge of the shore and knelt down, splashing some of the cool water on his face. The water back home was far too cold to allow for a beach like experience such as this. He may not have been the most pleased to be in King’s Landing but he had to admit that this moment was calming and wonderful. 

Standing back up straight, Harrion walked down the shoreline, taking in the slight breeze coming off of the water. He was lost in his own thoughts until he saw someone standing on the dock a ways in front of him. The figure of a young woman caught his eyes and it took him a moment before he realized that he knew her. “Lyanna.” He spoke as he approached her. “I am surprised to see you here… although I guess I shouldn’t be considering everyone has come far and wide to be here for Viserys’ coronation.” He gave a warm smile, happy to see a familiar face after so long. They had been friends years ago, long before everything changed. He knew not of his family’s betrayal towards the Mormonts and Starks at the Red Wedding, something he would not have approved of if he had had any knowledge of it. Since his escape from his imprisonment, Harrion had kept his identity a secret to most, but presumed he would be safe in the company of an old friend. 

[shebearmormonts-blog]

          it was an almost... childish fascination that drove lyanna to the edges of the water to study them, which looked warm and inviting and had not a single likeness to that of the waters that surrounded her home. there, on bear island, with a single finger swirled in the ocean, you’d be chilled to the bone. it had looked inviting in its own way, tempting in its own right to let that shivering moisture engulf her and sink into her very core -  she had never been foolish enough to try to jump in, though, or to risk fever. winter rarely yielded in the north, and even the days that leaned towards summer, to being warmer than most, still left the ocean tumbling and crashing in a cold way against the shores of the island.

          so lyanna was intrigued by it, and had dipped her feet in the water a few times, resolving to go swimming once she had the proper attire. down here, there were not many people to interact with, which had been her desire - those who passed were few and far between, and did not address her in the hours she was down by the shore. she did not notice most of them unless they were loud, chattering, and lyanna remained in a reverie as she stood on the dock, the warm wood beneath her bare feet.

          turning to the voice that broke her self-imposed respite from the red keep and the people in it, lyanna stiffened visibly at the familiarity that she was greeted with, and the smile on the face of an old friend - and a traitor. “lord karstark,” she replied, barely holding back the venom, refusing to call him by his first name. “you are alive? and here,” lyanna spoke, a question and a coming to terms with the fact that he was before her. “what a surprise - and a disappointment.” with that, the woman moved to where her shoes were, scooping them up.

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Special Raven for @shebearmormonts 

      Leonette had never before thought much about swords. or any weapon for that matter, in the Reach girls grew up among flowers and silk cushions. There was no need for them to worry their minds with such things when their region was never under a siege, having them as enemies would mean starvation for whoever dared. Peaceful and calm where the days that decorated her childhood memories, back when the only thing one needed to worry was about which dress they would wear or who would be over latter for a play date. It wasn’t until her older years that she learned through her septa and tutors that it wasn’t like so for every little girl across the seven kingdoms. In the Iron Island girls were raised with iron in their blood, brought up just alongside the men. Far north women were stern and powerful, their presence could intimidate anyone from old to young, from man to woman. The young Fossoway had been fascinated. 

   Coming to the capital had been her only opportunity to meet said women she had read so much about, and while it hadn’t been a plan situation she had come across what she liked to call the toughest of them all. Little she bear, Lyanna Mormont. The girl was everything Leonette wasn’t, and perhaps that had been the first thing that had impressed her of the raven haired girl, but then she learned that being tough didn’t mean to be unsociable or brutish, the two were not married to the other. That’s how she made her first friend outside of her home land, when Lyanna had proposed to teach her to use a weapon of her choice Leonette had hesitated, but agreed nonetheless. She would show Willas her new skill and he would be both happy and impressed, of that she was sure.

    “Lady Mormont,” Leonette called as she sat eyes on her small frame across the gardens, it was a quiet noon around the grounds. She held a handful of her skirt in one hand as she made her way to her. “I was not sure if I was expected to dress a certain way, for all I have is dresses and gowns.” She admitted with a small flush in her cheeks. She had however held her wild curls back into a tight bun. 

[shebearmormonts-blog]

          less than a month in king’s landing and the she bear was keen to seeking out new ways to make the capitol tolerable. not that she was being dramatic and thought the walls around her were shrinking the longer she was there. she was not suffocating, and she would never resort to feeling quite that hopeless or locked into place. and, it was more than her sacred and sworn duty as one of the stark’s allies to remain, to lend aid where she could, which held importance to her. but the gilded nature of this place certainly was not growing any friendlier the more she glanced about and explored, doing everything in her power not to waste even a singular minute on activities she deemed as useless when doing day in and day out.

          it was a fluke, really, that she had met the lady fossoway face to face - a surprising one, however, and one lyanna was glad for. perhaps it was forward of her to suggest teaching the lady how to use a weapon - but she had never been one to curve her words into pretty speech, and leonette had appeared to be interested in what lyanna was doing, the semantics of it. she had not shown how eager she was to teach a willing student, to show someone from the south how the women were trained in the north. but there was a little lightness in her expression that had not been there before as she prepared to head for the gardens.

          upon reaching them, taking in a breath of the fresh air and the scent of the roses, lyanna inclined her head to the lady leonette, assessing her with shrewd eyes. “lady fossoway,” she replied briefly, glancing down to the skirt her friend wore, while she herself had donned breeches and a loose shirt. “well, you certainly look pretty.” stopping before her, bow and arrow in hand, lyanna gave her that shrewd look. “i might have lent you some proper attire had you told me. but no matter, we begin with the basics today. next time we’ll make sure you’re dressed for a fight,” lyanna told her with a little hint of a smile.

[shebearmormonts-blog]

♔ 「  marina moschen , cis female , she + her , heterosexual 」 →  we proudly present LYANNA MORMONT , the SHE-BEAR/LADY OF BEAR ISLAND.  they are TWENTY years old and can often be described as CONFIDENT and BRAVE.  but whispers betray that they’re also STERN and UNIMPRESSED.  many know that their allegiance lies with HOUSE STARK , however , when their songs sing of BRUTALLY BLUNT, OUTSPOKEN WORDS and A FEROCITY THAT CANNOT BE TAMED.  fate has currently placed them in kings landing due to THE CORONATION OF THE KING AND LOYALTY TO HOUSE STARK. will they win their game? or die trying? ( kayla , she + her , 28 , cst )

as stated by the mormont’s themselves, they are a small house, but an extremely proud one and lyanna is no exception to this rule of having great pride in her house. more than that, the quote of: ‘the women are the strong ones, truly’ applies to her and the near entirety of her house, which is made up of several strong women who have made the best of their lands and done what has been in the best interest of the people in bear island.

the mystery of who the fathers of the mormont girls has not once been solved - if questioned about it, they will only say that their fathers were bears. lyanna herself has some knowledge of who her father is - and the fact that she is not of full-blooded relation to the rest of her sisters, but a half-sister instead. but she has never deigned to indulge the curiosities of those wondering. it has become something of a joke between she and her sisters of their status and whether they are truthfully ladies, or actually bastards. one thing that rings certain, however, is that bear island does things differently and their views do not hold the same weight as that of other houses.

as was custom, lyanna was taught how to be a lady - but also how to be a warrior and how to sharpen her tongue, as well as her appearance. she became a commanding little girl, who demanded attention when she walked into a room, and never once did she let a single person speak over her barring her mother and older sisters, from whom she learned over the years. she proved not only to be skilled with her words and her observations, but also with a bow and arrow, and a knife when it needed to be used. she never found the opportunity to fight for herself or her people in a physical manner, but lyanna was always more than prepared if the threat arrived.

the commanding girl became a commanding woman in more than one sense of the word. not simply with her words, keenly spoken, and her presence, honed to intimidation - but when her sisters and mother left to aid the starks, lyanna was placed in charge of bear island. she learned much of ruling in her younger days and proved to be a reliable leader, one who wasted little time with small talk and spent more of her valuable time helping those in need.

the attempt of the red wedding was a shattering blow to the mormont forces and the deaths included that of lyanna’s older sister, dacey, and their mother, maege. grief-stricken, the women could only bear down together, and keep doing their duties to the residents of the island. as many of the men had been lost in the red wedding to protect the starks, there weren’t as many to protect their home. so they began to ramp up the training given to women and children, so that they might all protect themselves and their home from vulnerability.

she has only left bear island recently to come to king’s landing for the coronation - and to offer the starks support, as well as to potentially gain support for house mormont as well. she sticks out a bit like a sore thumb because of how differently bear island conducts themselves and her personality is a bit like her mother’s. she is incredibly fierce and typically unimpressed by most of what she sees - but she’s also observant and keen to know what paths the other houses are taking, who they are loyal to. she’s every bit the lady she was taught to be - but that is when she wants to be. her resting bitch face will likely turn some people off, as will how stubborn she is. but she is dutiful, she keeps promises made, and really, she’s not the type who is going to waste your time in any sense of the word. she’ll give out sass, which is usually tinged in her no-nonsense manner. she’s a handful and a half but that’s what makes it fun!

for wanted connections:

i would love to have her sisters and explore the dynamic of the relationships between them

a betrothal because like... lyanna is keen to do her duty but also, if anyone tries to tame her or control her, it’s going to raise hell

friendships, but also enemies and people who think she doesn’t belong despite her being a lady

everything!!!

[everythingasoiaf]

Toby Jones chainmail gloves for the warrior women of Bear Island.

[talesofnorth]

“She-bears, aye,” said Lady Maege. “We have needed to be. In olden days the ironmen would come raiding in their longboats, or wildlings from the Frozen Shore. The men would be off fishing, like as not. The wives they left behind had to defend themselves, or else be carried off.”

[talesofnorth]

[talesofnorth]

Let’s dance in the graveyards

[scratchybeardsweetmouth]

c o u n t d o w n  to  season 7 ➨ day 6: favorite house – house mormont 

[you-belong-among-wildflowers]

House Histories ➝ Mormont 

Requested by @virusq  ➝ Want one? [x]

[nymini]

What I love about Maege Mormont is, that her daughters are technically all bastards, but they are still treated as legitimate Mormonts, because she doesn’t give a shit and nobody is brave enough to say anything so the North just rolls with it. She’s basically like: “their dad’s a bear… fuck off guys…”

[behindfairytales]

ASOIAF aesthetic ∟the women of House Mormont (part I)

[nenuials]

MAEGE MORMONT // THE SHE BEAR

» Stout, grey-haired Maege Mormont, dressed in mail like a man, told Robb bluntly that he was young enough to be her grandson, and had no business giving her commands … but as it happened, she had a granddaughter she would be willing to have him marry. 

- A Game of Thrones, Chapter 53, Bran V

@gotsecretsanta mini gift for @valoisqueens. Hope you’re ready for the big gift soon!

[lyannamormonts]

Jon took a knee. The king frowned at him, and rattled the parchment angrily. “Rise. Tell me, who is Lyanna Mormont?” “One of Lady Maege’s daughters, Sire. The youngest. She was named for my lord father’s sister.” “To curry your lord father’s favor, I don’t doubt. I know how that game is played. How old is this wretched girl child?” Jon had to think a moment. “Ten. Or near enough to make no matter. Might I know how she has offended Your Grace?” Stannis read from the letter. “Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK. A girl of ten, you say, and she presumes to scold her lawful king.”

A Dance With Dragons, George R. R. Martin (via lyannamormonts)

[lordskissarchive]

House Mormont of Bear Island

[michaeldimotta]

Three new characters added to my Game of Thrones “living” illustration! Theon Greyjoy, Lyanna Mormont and the Red Woman, Melisandre. Looking forward to tonights episode!

[emeraldmoon8]

Lest we forget…

“Badass”

And “Lady”

Can go hand-in-hand.

[fred-weasleys]

— perhaps she will be the one you follow into battle

girl || warrior || princess || heroine // @robwiethoff