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WOW THANK YOU VERY MUCH YOU ARE SO SWEET
+welcome to the twelfth legion
notfeelinggodly, threeheadedmutt, evanidalux, halfborneblood
Reyna should not be going back to her bunk at two in the morning. She either should have taken a break to sleep much earlier, or just slept in her office. If Octavian heard wind of the praetor having to creep into her room in the dead of night, he'd never let her live it down. She'd be irresponsible, a rule breaker--and no doubt the reason for her late entry would be twisted so grossly before the senate that she would have been doing drugs and having sex with the citizens of New Rome instead of trying to finish up the mountain or work she had to do.
At least she's had stealth practice. It serves her well for about a thousand feet before she literally trips over someone else's foot, nearly taking a spill to the ground.
There's a whole lot of Latin swear words being spat into the air, and even a couple in Spanish, and then Reyna's got her dagger at the (probably accidental) offender's throat. "What are you doing out so late?" she hisses irritably. Nearly tripping on her face doesn't help the sleep deprivation and anxiety about Octavian.
ooc: Yep so I hope this doesn't come across as weird, but can I say that I am super happy to find somebody with a Reyna blog. I stumbled upon it by accident, because I've been thinking about making an indie blog for a PJaO/HoO character, but I couldn't find any other ones... And now I have and just- *hands cookie* Kudos to you, for having made a blog for Reyna, because she is awesome.
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t hank you oh my goodness this is so sweet
—oh, i also have a frank blog this way, and there’s a great hazel, jason, piper, and here are some leos if you’re looking for more HoO characters! (there are a billion from the first series but if you want some from there too i can definitely give some recommendations)
but no seriously this made my day ; v ; you’re so sweet hhhh <3
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scREAMS NO
★ (I prefer the term 'observer'... stalker just sounds... meh.)
quietly orders ppl to follow ^
A hand for another
A light wind tingled locks of silver left out for the first time to their own to breathe. Not even the night could hide away the life of the bursting city. A line of yellow tinted the starry sky, the lights tainting what darkness could have shaded rounded filthy cobble. Streets repleted with people, drunkards wailing, chanting, cheering, japing, fighting and letting their blood flow straight into the sewerage of the city, others cackling loudly, as if it was normal, it was design.
Boots knocked their heels on the watery planks of the harbour, carefully to avoid a sudden wash in the famed bay that could hide from dragonlords. A thick mist blurred vision down to a two meter radius, the proud and tall sails nothing, but mushes of yellow reflecting from lights below.
- Arlī rystas, Essos uēpo vinurar. - A sweet timber murmured the words in the dead language of Valyria. A smile curled on the edge of her lips, hiding in plain sight couldn't have been easier anywhere else. A small growl accompanied the noises of the aisle the hooded figure headed towards, frail fingers reached for a place on the cloak's middle. - Fjandinnar... - The curse fell as a song, feeling the familiar pierce of hunger.
A sudden crash of glass got her out of her thoughts, jumping away from the chair flying out the window to end up in dozens of pieces on the muddy ground.
- Bloody fock'n service, there is no focken' service! - The angry shout came from inside of what looked like an inn. Taking the risk, the door opened soon, just to end up in another jump, avoiding the wave of vomit coming from within. Everyone was drunk. Under the table or even below. Smothering smoke poured out as if the house was burning and it took a minute of contemplating to even enter. "Skoro syt aot gaomagon?" her mind asked of herself, but the renewing pains told her to proceed. At least it did not stink as much as she thought it would, the promice of coin or a bowl of brown was too luring to turn a back to. Walking to the woman behind the counter, bringing a pot of something, probably stew, she tried at first in the Westerosi tongue.
- Do you need help, Miss? - Having to shout every word Tyyne leant forward to be sure she heard it. - I saw people leave.
+5
"Welcome to Winterfell, my Lords and Ladies."
+5 found the dire wolf
The wolf had his golden eyes on the moonless sky, hating how it made him feel so incredibly powerless. Though he could feel someone watching him, and that put him more on edge than anything else. He turned his eyes still gold to look at the stranger, a snarl coming from him. "It is unwise to approach someone from behind."
