I HAVE MOVED
upon return to this fandom and to my dead son I have archived this blog and will be located here for those who wish to follow me!
I’M BACK GUYS
I HAVE MOVED
upon return to this fandom and to my dead son I have archived this blog and will be located here for those who wish to follow me!
I’M BACK GUYS
Gentle reminder that I do not add people on skype who do not leave me their url or name in their request. If I do not know who you are, then your request to be a contact is deleted.
So I know I haven’t been entirely active over here... That could be blamed on the fact I broke my toe... Or the fact that there was a Harry Potter Movie Marathon this weekend... But I would say it is entirely my own fault. I just have not gotten that feeling I used to love about this place in a long time-- And sadly this little half-witted expectation of mine has put a rather large damper on my muse and motivation. However, if I said I was planning on reviving my old Harry Potter OC and/or making a Ronald Weasley... would you all hate me? Or would forgiveness arise if I only just found some place consist?
❛ You’ll find it quite inappropriate of me, however, should I justify my presence with a title. It’s not something I would normally do, though this matter is a lot more dire than it may seem. S’pose pirates wouldn’t let us go just for kindness. ❜
Alright– So here’s the dealio… I’m going to be resetting most of my verses and relationships on this blog. Being absent so long I sort of have forgotten a lot of the relations and threads and thing I’ve built up so I think it’s just easier to let it all go. HOWEVER, I will make exceptions for a couple of individuals who would like to stay associated with me/keep our ships. The following people are so far the only exceptions to this reset; @agirlingrey, @steelthorn, @maimedlion, @lowborns, @ofmiidnight, @darkinherheart If you’d like to keep our ship/relation/partnership please shoot me a message, either here, on skype or via kik and let me know. I don’t want to be rooting someone down that doesn’t want to be in cahoots with me anymore so I just feel like this is the best option!
Adding to that, if you would like to be newly associated with me, or exclusive please also feel welcome to shoot me a message or give this a like, I’ll be more than happy to set something up with you guys.
On a completely different note, I wanna thank those who have been generously patient with me as I figure out my wacky and chaotic life !!
Alright-- So here’s the dealio... I’m going to be resetting most of my verses and relationships on this blog. Being absent so long I sort of have forgotten a lot of the relations and threads and thing I’ve built up so I think it’s just easier to let it all go. HOWEVER, I will make exceptions for a couple of individuals who would like to stay associated with me/keep our ships. The following people are so far the only exceptions to this reset; @agirlingrey, @steelthorn, @maimedlion, @lowborns, @ofmiidnight, @darkinherheart If you’d like to keep our ship/relation/partnership please shoot me a message, either here, on skype or via kik and let me know. I don’t want to be rooting someone down that doesn’t want to be in cahoots with me anymore so I just feel like this is the best option!
Adding to that, if you would like to be newly associated with me, or exclusive please also feel welcome to shoot me a message or give this a like, I’ll be more than happy to set something up with you guys.
On a completely different note, I wanna thank those who have been generously patient with me as I figure out my wacky and chaotic life !!
FULL NAME: Robb Stark
BIRTHDAY; May 7th
STATUS: Familiar
FORMS: Red Wolf, Bernese Mountain Dog
JOB: Town Guard
MASTER: Alys Karstark ( @agirlingrey )
A FAMILIAR’S job is to stand by its master, protect and serve– An honorable man taught him that when he was very young. From the moment of birth to the moment he could walk, transform, Robb had known that something was missing. Never had he been able to fathomas to what until his family fled. That’s when he found HER.
He’d only heard stories about finding that connection that most familiars can spend years searching, and he found it before he was fully grown. Since that moment on the boats, Alys and he had been inseparable… As was the norm. Soulmates by right. But Robb was adjusting slower than what could be considered acceptable.
Coming to the colonies with Alys rather than staying with his family back home, Robb is essentially alone other than his witch ( she has her own family of course ) so he bides his time working as a town guard in the case to keep up appearances as well as he can, and provide for himself and hopefully his witch.
His life prior to finding his mate having been one that was littered with death and unfortunate circumstances. The death of his father effected him even years later, his over protectiveness often getting in the way of societal norms. More oft than not, Robb’s temper can lose itself in a moment, a singular activity, it has made him very wary of being left to his own devices in a town that has begun to buzz about the rumors of wicked witches and ungodly creatures. So, the familiar rarely leaves their joined home with his master– having been the only thing that keeps him calm. Her PRESENCE.
chaotic whispers; trembling voice filling air. she is clad in sanguine tremor; INNOCENT HEART oft ablaze. ❛ could you not have spoken sooner ; before i blindly gave myself to you. i should have known that you were to wed. i should have seen. ❜ she weeps. rattling bones telling tales of torement, singing of anguish. it burns, the obscure foreignity carved in her being. she is not used to heartbreak. ❛ YOU MUST GO. i cannot have you here, endangering my name any further. i cannot bear the shame. the humiliation. that awaits me beyond these castle walls. go now, sweet king, before my heart will force me to make you stay. ❜
Sickly encumbrance dragging down the shoulders of the regal North. Wound having been drenched in the Milk of the Poppy for most of the days following the fall of the Crag. Lying on a sick bed staring upon the stones that formed the wall between him and most of his Kingly duties. Sorrow having take control of his heart soon after-- It wasn’t an excuse. No, Robb knew when he made a mistake and being intoxicated with the aftermath of battle and injury was no exception. Their momentary union having been BOTH their heightened emotions, neither having the heart to stop the other. Briefly did he question her accusations-- To push blame upon him only, how hypocritical. Would she have expected him to wed her had he not been promised to a Frey then? Had she expected that he would consider her for queen should they lie together in a mutual confrontation? His anger ROSE at the thought-- Was she such a women that this was a simple scheme to become his Queen? To perhaps obtain REVENGE for taking her family and home into his hands. He sat up too quickly, too angrily, pulling upon his wound too hard and sending his form into a crumpled mess of wounded ego and limbs.
❛ You speak as if I was the ONLY party involved, M’lady. Should I remember it rightly, I had not moved alone. I had not forced you into anything you did not already consent to. Had I not been promised to someone, what would you have claimed then? A rouse that would perhaps ENSNARE me to name you sole proprietor, or perhaps was your agenda aimed more towards QUEEN? ❜ Bitter words spat at the lady who thought she held power over him. The man who conquered her castle and took the lands that her family claimed under the banners of those traitorous lions. They had only an alliance to save them-- One that was so easily cast aside for fear of their own lives. Perhaps he would’ve laughed off her baseless accusations, returning his attentions back to his strategies and maps, were he ABLE to stand without the light headed feeling taking hold of him.
The physical contact, while perfectly polite and innocent, still made Alys remain more rigid than what might befit a pleasant stroll in the godswood. It wouldn’t have felt so if she were a mere guest here, her stay having no meaning besides accompanying her father in whatever business he had. Yet she wasn’t considered a ‘guest,’ not anymore. This castle was to be her home one day, its lord her husband and its people her own. She felt it in every gaze that looked upon her, ranging from Lord Stark’s additional kindness, Lady Catelyn’s shrewd observation and the unashamed, innocent curosity in the younger children’s gazes. The feeling of walking on thin ice ( almost literally ) was ever-present, making her act more sullen and withdrawn than what was wise. ‘It could have been worse, though,’ She sneaked a swift look at her husband-to-be, who appeared perfectly at ease. ‘It could have been Greyjoy.’ The thought was disturbing enough to make her grimace.
“No, we don’t.” The agreement in her tone was rather genuine, as well as the smile which drew away her thoughtful scowl. “I imagine peace is hard to find when one is under the same roof as four younger siblings… and Theon Greyjoy.” While her voice was perfectly light, she truly couldn’t warm to the Starks’ ward, whose piercing gaze and vague japes often left her unnerved. But she knew better than to speak of such discontents to Robb Stark, whom she knew to hold Theon in high esteem. She was unsurprised to find Winterfell’s great heart tree before them, having guessed that his intention was to come here. But whether for prayer or a mere conversation, she could not say. Relieved to find an excuse to withdraw her stiff arm from his, she seated herself on the same moss-covered rock she’d observed Lord Stark sit upon several times, her fingers instinctively stroking the velvety, green texture as she did so.
❛ It isn’t so bad. We all have our respective duties, which keeps us apart most days. ❜ The man lets go of a chuckle he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. In reality, it was more oft that his mother would not give him peace-- Or that his father took to teaching him the ways of a Lord. Truth be bartered, Robb much preferred a busy-ness to his day, he wasn’t a man that knew much about slow paced living, nor would he like it ( he so assumed ). A textured glove reaches to take a branch of the tree between his fingers, admiring the red that contrasted well with his otherwise DISMAL affair. They spoke quietly, more so in hushed whispers when within the halls of Winterfell always so proper with their poise and posture. REGAL. Yet now that they were away from scrutinizing eyes, it seemed he was at a loss for words... Pausing to calculate his plan of action and whether or not the next thing to fall from his lips would be appropriate-- He’d hate to have Rickard’s wrath upon him.
So he stands in silence, admiring the beauty of the wood and the ONE who took to sitting upon it. He’d momentarily forgotten what it was that he brought her out here for, other than some quiet. Robb had never frozen before a woman, speechless and nervous. Oh if Theon could only see him now-- He’d never live it down. ❛ I hope you can adjust to it-- Uh... The marriage, I mean. I um... I’m not even sure how to-- To react. ❜ Faded voice having given way to the embarrassment that spilled onto his cheeks. How his unconscious could seem to travel farther down the road than to right here in this moment. He’d wanted to get a feel for her, wonder how accepting she would be to the possibility of a jester for a husband, but he’d gone and turned himself into one already. Face turning from her, hiding the red that was SURELY plastered upon his shaven cheeks. A moment in which he desperately missed the beard they so wrongly stole from him.
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