Apr 16, 2015
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“I did not think you would return to Ironrath so soon My Lord.”
The last time Talia had seen RAMSAY SNOW she wad been a DOE scared of him but now Talia was a WOLF.
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“I did not think you would return to Ironrath so soon My Lord.”
The last time Talia had seen RAMSAY SNOW she wad been a DOE scared of him but now Talia was a WOLF.
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--- || HER breath is as thick as smoke
as it leaves her f l a r e d nostrils. this man , whoever he was , set something off within. as if an instinct deep inside told her he was no good. her frame - still bare from the recent shift from her true form to this one - felt the cool air which blew around her, but it was no where near crisp enough to extinguish the fire which comprised her. she had her doubts that anything was truly that cold. but his eyes, oh how they came close.
‘how much did you see?’
the dragoness had no care as to the matter of her state of undress.she has no shame towards that. it is not what she is referring to. what she means to want knowledge about is had he seen her change from beast to beauty? if indeed he had, this would not be good.
she would have to remedy this, and fast... || ---
“Well hello there. I heard from a little bird that you’re a fan of torture. I, too, am a fan of such things.”
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SLEEP was rare and precious, dear and eggshell frail. Dear and PRECIOUS and FRIGHTENING too because NIGHTMARES came with sleep always, always.
Her FATHER’s blood, the STAIRS in King’s Landing, LITTLEFINGER’S face, the faces of the MEN, the sound of the place she had LIVED (no: survived), the lash of the whip on skin that had known only FURS only SOFT, only COLD none of this sharp-hot pain. And now HIS face too, Ramsay Bolton’s, swimming in dreams until she cannot escape him even in SLEEP.
A sleep now BROKEN by the slightest noise, feet on the stairs, hand on the door.
SCRAMBLES upright, shakes away SLEEP (do not be caught off guard, that is BAD, that is WORSE, it is better to face and be READY, not caught ASLEEP) so that when the door finally opens, she is awake and STANDING.
“..m-my lord?”
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“Your face kind of looks squished in.”
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--- || GREEN hues which shone more radiantly
than any emerald in existence locked on the face of the unfamiliar human. rhaegal wondered who this person was. was he an ally? was he the enemy? would he be deserving of a fiery death? she did not know for sure - not yet.
‘who are you?’
the words are frankly spoken. her feet carried her towards him, the boots she sported raising small clouds of dust behind her. the dragon then stops just a few feet from him. should she be in her true form, she probably would have flapped her wings thrice. she would even add a breath of dracarys for dramatic effect.
hands resting on her hips, she looked almost as powerful. || ---
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Today may have been a good day-- Talia had good days and bad days. It had been this way since Ethan's death. However, any notion of a good day had been shattered into a million pieces when news of the bastard's return met her ears. He wasn't supposed to come back---- He had done enough.
She had stayed out in the wolf's wood that day. It made her feel close to Ethan, and perhaps it keep her hidden from another encounter with Snow.
She heard the crunch of footsteps on twigs and cast her green eyes to the source. She felt her heart stop in fear.
❞You're not supposed to be here.❞
He wasn't supposed to be here-- this place was hers. This place was Ethan's.
He wasn't supposed to be here. She was dreaming again, it was another nightmare. He wasn't supposed to be here.
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Talia knew it was an awful time in the night— very few were up, and those that were were either dulled with the need for sleep or dozing off as she thought. She had been walking because she couldn’t sleep— she had terrible nightmares, and often sought out the maester for milk of the poppy to help her sleep. She had tried to stay away from his room— Ramsay’s. but tonight, the maester had given her instructions to deliver a message to his room. She knew not what was in it, only that it had to be done in promptly. It had arrived from his father… She hadn’t wanted to do it, she was terrified of the bastard and knew how bad one’s wrath could be if they were woken inappropriately. She had contemplated how easy it would be to smother him with his pillow in his sleep rather than waking him… but that would only cause more trouble for her house. She knocked on the door. Once… She waited a few minutes. Once again, and there was still no answer. When it came apparent that he didn’t plan on waking, she let herself in. " Lord Ramsay— a Raven’s arrived for you."She didn’t dare shake him awake, staying far away from his bed as she could.