#sulliedwolf

[turnipnights-blog]

@sulliedwolf.

            upon spotting the other,  Pypar bowed his head for a second. perhaps it was out or respect, perhaps sympathy, perhaps something else entirely. he was not quite sure of the reason, but doing it felt RIGHT.    although the new recruit used to be king in the north  ( word travels fast in castle black, and ROBB STARK was truly the man of the hour )  he would soon be nothing but a crow like the rest of them.              Pyp thought that maybe he should say something, make the other feel more at home. he decided against it, however, when he realized he had nothing GOOD to say. usually he’d be really skilled at finding the right words, the right JOKES, to make the cold go away for a little while.  not this time. 

[tullybraided-blog]

                                       @sulliedwolf

          The words after ‘killed my mother’ all fell deaf on her ears. Cat, CAT, not cat      not her sister! Turning swiftly she ALLOWED herself a ( m o m e n t s ) cry. A loud scream echoed ‘round the room she wanted to c l a w at her face rip down every banner that hung      most of all she wanted her sister back; she WANTED Cat to tell her it was ALL going to be okay. Something inside her took over then, something that lit a ( MOTHERLY ) flame inside her, something that turned the FISH into a ( s h e w o l f ) Robb was ( barely ) standing with blood OOZING from every orifice; she went to him in that moment. “Robb,” she took him up in her arms, not caring that she was ( staining ) her dress; fingers worming their way into ( bloody ) red curls. 

            “ Of course,” she cried, FAMILY DUTY HONOR, she had done her DUTY; piss on her HONOR. “You may have ALL you need, my sweet, sweet boy; CAT’S BOY.”  She could do ANYTHING to keep him here, keep him safe. NEVER to see war again. Her son, she could claim him, he LOOKED more a Tully then her ( own ) SWEET robin. “I’m here, my sweet boy. I’m here...aunt Lysa is here..” She called, ( d e m a n d e d ) for the mesters and the septas to come and attend her ( BASTARD ) at once, “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” she cooed, “all is WELL now, all is WELL.” 

[illarchiveyourthroat-blog]

@sulliedwolf

                 ❛        your crown’s askew.        ❜

                 maybe not the best opening remark to make towards THE KING IN THE NORTH she left bear island to fight for, maybe not a statement A BASTARD GIRL could make to NOBLE BLOOD, but johanna isn’t new to the idea of sticking her foot in her mouth. the north is different from the south, and she doesn’t hold the the rest of the seven kingdom’s idea of BOUNDARIES in class and gender. if you look hard enough, there’s a smirk as well with the title she adds.

                 ❛        -––––––––––– your grace.        ❜

[onlydiie-blog]

“ 'm not afraid o' blood. i see it all th' time. ”

           the halfhand nods, prodding the wildling with the tip of his sword. eyes follow the WALL up and down again. a long fall and not a soft one, judging the cracked skull && frozen blood.

                                       ❛ get some wood. we’ll BURN him. ❜

           normally he wouldn’t bother himself giving a wildling a proper funeral, but there have been things happening on this side of the wall. things not supposed to happen. no longer is there a  S T A R K in WINTERFELL && if the wall falls now... only the gods can know what happens then.

[onlydiie-blog]

<< @sulliedwolf >>

              ❛ robb stark. ❜ the sudden INFLUX of starks on the wall has not gone unnoticed — first benjen, then jon, and now the young wolf. westeros has not been kind to house stark && if the choice has to be made — death or taking the BLACK, it’s an easy one.

              pulling cloak tighter around his shoulders, he gazes to what’s beyond the shadow tower. phantom fingers ITCH, the tides are changing && qhorin knows it as well as any other man. ❛ what do you think that lies beyond the wall? ❜

[calisvol]

@sulliedwolf​ -- ;

    a dark place , ENTRENCHED upon dark times . in many circumstances , the hospodar of wallachia would     seldom have been MOVED to come to the AID of a mere  boy seeking to RECLAIM the north and call himself its king .  in truth , it seemed a RUINED land . strafed with war and     bitterly cold hardship that had PREVAILED in sight through  their tour of the north . RESONANCE . once , he’d been this young . seeking the THRONE of his country and ruling from      it when he was still a WHELP barely weaned to battle .  with future enemies at his FLANKS , the capital at targoviste  reclaimed and won after MUCH fighting , it didn’t pass as impossible .     others would DOUBT the zeal and strength of a king still only  a teenager , but vlad saw an OPPORTUNITY . his armies had assailed and instilled FEAR in great empires -- so why not these     lordly this stark monarch wished DEFIANCE and retribution from ?

  it is why he is ASTRIDE the arab mare kalafat , in full war regalia of the draculesti ONYX armor with silver appointments that availed       best their wealth . the HAGGARD and spent men of the north    gazed upon them with SULLENNESS , disinterest , but some  wan , flickering hope present EVEN in their eyes . the staccato of  hoofbeats on HARD winter ground and his men’s strides created      what could ONLY be a welcome disquiet , sowing odd seeds of   hope when it seemed as though MOST disregarded this boy-king .

  before the chief tent , FLYING the colors of house stark , vlad  dismounted and was IMMEDIATELY joined by his three armasi --     his closest GENERALS whom were clad as he was . vlad iii  dracula waited for pages to REALIZE his coming , heralds having announced it . NOW , all he need wait upon was the reception      of robb stark and the TALKS to follow this possible alliance .