The Once and Future King

I am the man you now know as King Arthur. To my family and to my people I was Artur. The Romans called me Artorius. I was murdered soon after I untied Britannia under one common cause but I begged God and the Gods of my parents to be able to return to in any form possible to protect the one person who had always protected me… my brother.

[wintersovereign]

For a few long, fragile seconds, she remained where she had fallen. Her breaths shallow and lashes still against her cheeks, and her body slack in his arms. Then, slowly, a breath drew deeper into her lungs, catching midway as pain lanced sharply through her side. Her fingers twitched against the earth as a soft, strained inhale followed. Elsa’s brows knit together as awareness crept back in pieces and she felt the cold dampness of the ground beneath her and then the distant, anxious whinny of Havski circling nearby, and finally the ache everywhere.

“…mm…”

The sound barely left her lips, but it was enough to signal consciousness returning. Her hand shifted weakly, brushing against the grand as ishe tried [unsuccessfully] to push herself up. The effort sent another sharp jolt through her ribs, and she gasped, her blue eyes fluttering open.

At first, the world was a blur of light and shadow, the sky too bright and shapes indistinct. Then her vision steadied just enough to make out the unfamiliar figure beside her. For a brief instant, instinct to pull away surged, but it faltered just as quickly when she realized his hand was at her wrist carefully checking where it looked like she’d broken it, and her breathing steadied, though it remained shallow from the surging pain in her ribs. and she let her head fall slightly to the side rather than fight to rise again.

“I suppose that wasn’t the graceful dismount I intended.” Her gaze lifted more fully to him and there was a flicker of embarrassment before it softened into something more composed, more regal, even sprawled in the dirt. “My horse—” Her voice caught briefly as she glanced past him, relief relaxing her face when she spotted Havski pacing. “She didn’t mean to throw me—she was only… excited.” She took another shallow breath as she shifted slightly, testing her body, and immediately stilled again with a quiet, involuntary hiss. “…I may need a moment,” she admitted, her eyes returned to his. “I don’t usually greet people like this. Today is a special occasion.”

[thebearpendragon]

Artur let out a breath when the young woman in front of him took in a pained breath before opening her eyes, and then tried to stop her from moving, but the problem was that he was still very slowly learning the language she was speaking, "No." He managed as he gently kept her from moving too much. The former Roman soldier could understand more than he could speak, so he looked over at Havski and smiled softly. "She…" He stopped a moment as he tried to remember how to put a sentence together in that language. "Okay."

The man's gray/green eyes were full of embarrassment, and he hoped Elsa would understand he wasn't stupid or being rude. She was lovely, and the sound of her voice was quite calming. "Do you speak Latin?" He asked before looking at Alexander and Koyla for a moment, and ordering them in Sarmatian to go back to the castle and get his brother. "I'm Artur." He said as the two stallions took off.

[wintersovereign]

𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇

Today was the perfect day for riding. The air was warmer as spring approached, grass and blossoms peeked out from the snowmelt and the sun was bright and inviting. Havski has been excited as they cantered across the bridge and towards open space.

The black draft horse snorted as she picked up her pace into a gallop. Her hooves thudded against the earth. Elsa took in a deep breath, closing her eyes and loosening the reins. She didn’t see there was someone else on the road. Havski was going too fast to stop gracefully. The mare came to a clumsy halt that threw Elsa overhead and landed her hard on her side. Her body skidded across the ground. Havski let out an upset whinnie and began to pace around her rider, who was lying crumpled on the ground.

[thebearpendragon]

Artur Pendragon of Britannia had been invited to Arendelle, along with his younger brother Vladimir, to negotiate possible trade routes and an alliance of some kind to help strengthen the position of the newly independent island of Britannia. On this day, he found himself spending an afternoon alone since Vladimir's back had gone partially out, and he had managed to get the younger man to rest.

His pure white stallion, Alexander, and Vladimir's black stallion, Koyla, had settled from the sea journey, so he was taking both horses out for a run. Alexander and Koyla were specially trained to follow verbal commands, so he was riding his horse and having Koyla gallop alongside them. Suddenly, another horse and rider came out of nowhere, and he had to pull Alexander to a stop with one hand and grab Koyla's halter with the other.

Both Sarmatian-bred stallions reared a moment to stop quickly, but then stood still as Artur quickly dismounted and ran over to the young woman's side and used his teeth to quickly take off one of his riding gloves before checking for a pulse, "Thank God." He whispered when he found one.

[thebearpendragon]

[ Harley~ ] ❝ Happy Birthday, uncle Artur! I promise I'm not gonna try to paint your claws or anything.. but I did bring you some hella epic fish, and I came prepared for LOTS of scritches. ❞

"Thank you so much little dragon," Artur said with a smile as he rubbed against Harley. "We will give the fish to your grandfather, and he will do wonders with them while we have some wonderful cuddles and scritches."

[thebearpendragon]

[ Gabriel~ ] ❝ Happy Birthday, uncle Artur. ❞

"Thank you, little one," Artur said before very gently rubbing against Gabriel. "How are you doing?"

[thebearpendragon]

OOC:

I don’t know if anyone has been wondering where I’ve been the past few months but I just wanted to give everyone a heads-up. Honestly, I haven’t been in the right mental headspace to do much of anything regarding writing or roleplaying considering I’m not sure if anyone is still interested in my muses or my writing anymore. I totally understand that some of my long-time partners are dealing with their own struggles and I’m giving you the biggest mental snuggles I can right now but I can’t help but feel like I’m fighting a losing battle when it comes to trying to find places to fit my muses into.

My father also passed away on May 10th from Bulbar ALS. We had no idea he had it and no previous arrangements had been made for his passing and I’m having to try and deal with everything that comes with it from over 200 miles away. Please bear with me while I deal with the emotional rollercoaster that comes with grief because I’m dealing with a boatload and if you all could be so kind as to like this post if you’re still interested in me and my idiots, even if you’re dealing with your own rollercoasters? That way I don’t feel so alone if that makes sense.

[thebearpendragon]

OOC:

It's Artur's birthday so feel free to send asks or like this post to wish the bear the best!

[draconigena440]

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In mid-March, I had to be transferred to a hospital in Vancouver Washington due to a bowel obstruction that was so bad I was probably forty-eight hours away from dying. Three surgeries, nineteen days and a drain tube later I was transferred to a rehab facility where my stay was largely covered by my insurance until the last two weeks in July. They didn’t tell me my insurance ran out until mid August and by then I owed them over a thousand dollars but was told they were applying for a grant to help pay it down and wasn’t really given a deadline as to when I needed to start paying it down.

That leads up today when the financial person comes in with a past due notice and a 'we’re going to have to tell the place we’re trying to get you into that you’re not paying your bills' warning. My house has been auctioned off so I can’t go home to my father and I’ve been told it’s going to be at least another month before I can make the move into the supported living house up in the Seattle/Shoreline area.

I’m currently paying four hundred dollars a day for a shared room in this facility so every penny raised is going to be going to just the past due bill that I was handed today. PLEASE, PLEASE help me if you can because I’m basically starting over again with only a few boxes of belongings I managed to get my father to throw together.

I’m not even sure I’m ever going to see my father again to be honest considering he’s likely to end up homeless on the beach and is in my opinion not in touch with reality anymore. I've spent most of the day on the phone trying to find something or somewhere for him to go only to be told there’s really nothing so I’m really not going to be surprised if he’s going to be going the way of my mother and that’s been giving me nightmares.

[thebearpendragon]

OOC:

Sorry, I've been so silent. Things have been quite tough for me lately. I'm currently in a rehab facility due to yet another emergency surgery and my house is up for auction so I will be eventually moving into an adult family home.

That won't be for a while though and the good thing is I have my laptop and internet access. I've missed writing like heck and I have plenty of muse so please hit me up if you want to write or even chat.

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

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[thebearpendragon]

witchesandwarriors​:

For Mission or Family?

It was snowing and cold as the sun began setting, but Guinevere didn’t seem to be bothered by the weather. She pulled her cloak tighter around her as she shifted her bow. She had been on watch for some time, but she was not annoyed by it.

Visitors were coming to their village – visitors who she was very interested in seeing. It was why she was the one here on the overlook. There were new residents in the village and neither she nor her father wanted any misunderstandings or bloodshed because they did not know the people that were coming.

And Guinevere would be very put out if any of these new people dared to try to lay hand or cause harm to members of her family. Her rage might well rival even Merlin’s in that regard.

However, hopefully her meeting them and then escorting them to her home would serve to reassure.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of movement and her eyes saw forms stepping through the snow towards her. She grinned as she jumped from the cliff.

“You are letting your skills falter. cousin,” she said with some delight. “I heard you long before I saw you. Father is expecting you.”

@thebearpendragon

Rome'a Artorius Castus and his Sarmatian First Knight Lancelot were born Artur Damek Dracula and Vladimir Bohdan Florescu Dracula II to a Samaritan/Dacian father and a Briton mother and secretly aided and often visited their mother's people, especially their mother's older brother and his tribe as often as they could. Artur grinned and playfully held up his arms when he heard the familiar voice of one of his cousins behind him, "Perhaps Rome is rubbing off on me more and more." He said before slowly turning around and grinning wider as Vladimir slipped behind Guinevere silently and gently grabbed her. "Or perhaps I was just the bait and you forget my little brother was one of Rome's deadliest assassins."

He then gave a low whistle and two stallions laden with food and supplies including Vladimir's medical kits trotted over from where Artur and Vladimir had hid them, "And we have of course brought what we and my men could gather and hide away." A quiet command in Sarmatian had both horses kneeling so it was easier for both men to mount up since Vladimir had a back problem and Artur was born with a heart condition that would surely kill him before he reached old age. Artur then offered a hand to Guinevere so she could warm up against him and the snow white horse.

"The twins, Morgaine and Mama send their love but we all know it would raise too many questions for all of us to come at once so it is going to look like Uther will bring the women to join our hunting party in the daylight." Vladimir said with a little smile since the older Igraine didn't give a fig if the Romans wondered if she was in contact with her family now that her bastard of a second husband was dead.

They had to exercise caution for all parties of course but the women were well known for their work with herbs so the family often had planed outings where the men would hunt and the women would gather their herbs.

@witchesandwarriors​

[thebearpendragon]

coinquinatvs​:

❝ Yep yep! Everything’s golden. ❞ She hummed, brilliant silver eyes aglow as her shoulders rose in the slightest of shrugs. ❝ I’m just a cuddler by nature, but uh.. I kinda had to leave my hardcore cuddle buddies at home. ❞ Reed and Rambo were both very GOOD boys, but bringing them all the way to England? To Windsor?? Yeah, no. ❝ No need to spill any beans to Gramps.. although, if there are some to spill ABOUT him, I’m all ears. ❞ ( A.K.A: If he needed another talking to, or someone to sit on him to keep him still for five minutes, she could handle that. Well.. to an extent. )

"Your grandfather is as stubborn as ever my dear." The bear said with a knowing smile before nodding in understanding. "Say no more little one, one cuddle coming up and there is a way you can help me mind my brother." Vladimir had been in too much pain to get out of bed that morning and it was taking everything they could think of so the bear led the way up to the older Vladimir's rooms and into the bedroom. "Our little dragon is in need of a good cuddle brother."

Vladimir was laying on his side to keep the pressure off the badly healed break in his lower back but was still using a small portable desk in order to keep working, "Oh?" The knight asked as Artur got on the bed. He took his glasses off and held out the desk after taking his reading glasses off and putting them in the case he had in the drawer. "Set this on the desk there and up you get."

[thebearpendragon]

[ Harley~ ] ❝ So, you probably get pretty tired of playing a living pillow but uhh.. You wouldn't wanna.. be a cuddle buddy for a little while, by any chance.. would ya? -- I promise I'm not gonna try to braid your fur, or paint your claws, or hit you with a glitter bomb or anything like that. ❞

Artur smiled softly when Harley came in and asked for a cuddle, "Of course little one." He said as he went over and gently rubbed against her. "Are you all right baby girl? And please be honest. I won't tell my brother unless it's an emergency."

[thebearpendragon]

OOC:

I don’t normally make posts like this but I’d really like to get more interaction with my muses. So... I have to work today but feel free to send me stuff. Just tell me where you did it.

IM me on discord or at draconigena440 :)

[youtifulhobi]

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[thebearpendragon]

warringpeace​:

She was grateful for Uther’s steady arm: she didn’t trust herself to make it down the passageway unaided. It was strange to see someone who looked exactly like Vladimir, especially after he’d left her life so abruptly. And based on what his son told her, he had gone through a lot of challenges since then. However, she could and would never call having children a challenge or a difficulty. She’d almost had a child herself, but the Gods saw fit to take her baby back. They almost took her, too, had it not been for the healers’ swift actions.

To hear that Vladimir’s true feelings lay with her had her heart swell with emotion that she thought she’d long since buried. Yet she dared not hope for something that might end up back where it started: with a broken heart and tears. Julia greeted the rest of Vladimir’s family warmly even though the wave of information was overwhelming. She did have to pause for a few moments to take everything and all of them in. It didn’t help that she was distracted as she wanted to know what was happening, but she managed to focus on what Morgaine was saying.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Morgaine. I only did what I believed to be right even if others said the opposite.” She couldn’t claim that any decent Roman would have done what she did because there were so few who would have bothered. It broke her heart to see her countrymen ignore basic ethics and morals for the sake of conformity. 

Igraine’s words had her blush even more, but she refused to allow herself to be swept away by notions and possibilities of romance. It was a nice thought, and one she would have loved to be, but it was difficult to say anything final until it was actually happening. She once believed that her father would have allowed her to spend the rest of her life with Vladimir, but she was wrong then. She didn’t want to be wrong a second time.

The last members of the family that she met were Vladimir’s mother and uncle, and to her relief, they weren’t looking at her with hatred. Julia was aware of the crimes that Roman soldiers and commanders had committed in Britannia, and most Britons would have gladly chased her out of their country if given the chance. But to be welcomed warmly by the family helped ease whatever discomfort she had.

Julia squeezed Igraine’s wrist as she was informed of Vladimir’s condition. But the fact that he was alive was more than enough, and she nodded in response to the older woman’s question. “Yes. Please.” She followed the older Igraine inside, her breath catching in her throat when she saw him. He still had the same dark, curly hair, the same eyes… 

She barely noticed that she’d hurried forward before she was given permission to do so ( something she would apologize for later! ), sinking to her knees beside his bed. “Vladimir,” she breathed, repeating his name again as she placed her fingers on his arm. She was careful not to move anything in case it made him uncomfortable. “It’s me. Julia. You…you remember me, don’t you?” Please say that you do.

"The pleasure is all mine." Morgaine had said before her mother and uncle joined them. She then gave Julia a bright smile before returning to her seat as the Roman woman went in to see her brother.

It took a few minutes and his voice was weak and raspy but his exhausted smile was bright as he recognized the only woman he truly loved and wanted to give himself to, "It is you." He said just barely above a whisper before gently laying a hand against her cheek like he used to do when comforting her when the loss of her mother was too much for her. "I grieved... the loss... of your child... when I heard... I am so... sorry my... friend." The Sarmatian/Celt closed his eyes a moment and gathered his strength.

"But please do not... think ill of me for... secretly rejoicing the deaths... of your husband and father..." The knight couldn't completely keep his hatred of the men from showing considering both Pompey and Julius Caesar had done unspeakable things to him. He would take it all to his grave without giving it a voice but his weakened state meant his normally carefully hidden emotions were more on the surface. "You broke down... the wall I had... built around... my heart and... I understand if you... do not feel the same... and know I... have little to offer you... but my honor and complete devotion... I love you and... always have."

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