I think I might have to drop from this. It's not that the game isn't interesting, or that the players bother me. I just can't find the inspiration to write for it as of yet.
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STATUS: Recently returned from an extended period of. . . not being here, I guess? Looking to start some stories, so gimme a message if you've got ideas you think I might like! 2 yrs ago
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So, I have gained a small amount of free time, and would like to look for some partners again. PM me if you are interested, and keep in mind that everything listed above is not all I have.
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It was the best. Illy is the best.
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I'm actually still full time in school for another month. So that's part of why I've been so busy. School, two jobs and sleep does take a lot out of you.
I'm actually still full time in school for another month. So that's part of why I've been so busy. School, two jobs and sleep does take a lot out of you.
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Timeskip post is up, we'll be getting some action with Myriah shortly so I ask that nobody mention finding her or anything. I've got a plan for that. Also planning the Master of Whispers' grand entrance and who he's going to begin scheming with so don't worry, this will be picking up rather soon.
Fuck yeah. Don't forget Illysia is his major contact in the castle ;) He's the biggest reason she's in King's Landing right now.
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Lol, Aeryn getting turned down.
Maybe that's why he's after her. Never experienced that.
That would be pretty awesome dude. Let's go with it.
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Feels pretty good to finally get my post(s) up XD Now to get to work on something else haha
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It seemed to the Bastard Princess that Tiras was not exactly the most excited to speak with her. Of course, she had noticed him standing apart from the others in the group, isolating himself from the young Lords and Ladies. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a Beast Tamer that set him apart from them, though she had seen Manasa Stark with her own animals before. The Tully bastard and the Stark Twin should get along well, perhaps even forming a political marriage between their Houses eventually, though Illysia would rather turn them against one another. Two Tamers facing off would be the most entertaining thing she had seen here in months.
"Lovely, I'm sure your companions will need space to roam outdoors." Illysia had not problem with the two animals, though with a stern look toward the white dragon, Vrash spread her wings and prepared to leap back into the air. It was the interruption from the Sand mercenary that kept the reptile on the stone floor. Vrash had always been fond of Aeryn Sand, though only when Illysia was around. Of course, none of the dragons were overly fond of strangers, preferring to eat those not of Valyrian blood. "Ryn, a pleasure as always." There was no venom in her voice, though no affection or seduction this time. Usually she would speak with a teasing flare, though she disliked his possessiveness of her even though she did not belong to him. In fact; Illysia Blackfyre would never belong to anyone.
She saw his gaze dart back to the line of Whitecloaks, his jealousy of Arton barely concealed. It would be rather foolish of her to think that Aeryn had not seen her with the Kingsguard before, since Arton had often seeked her out when he was on patrol. Usually he was assigned to one of the younger girls, since Nymeria would rarely tolerate the bastard being assigned a guard. The Queen wanted her dead, she knew, though thus far there had been no successful attempts on her life. Not with both her mother and father holding more power than the Martell Queen. Daerys didn't hate her, surprisingly, and she found it strange for her birth father to love her still after all the years of her life that he missed. Perhaps he was trying to make up for it.
"Do you not have a Princess under your guard?" She asked him, looking at him with the violet eyes that seemed to drill into his very being, taking hold of him and keeping him there. Of anyway, Aeryn would know both her sharp temper and her sweet seductiveness, though she had gone out of her way to avoid fucking him or letting him see her daughter. Few people in the castle even knew that Tatyanna existed, let alone seen her. It was the bastards bastard daughter, the heir to House Blackfyre now. Of course, Illysia intended to give land to her daughter and future husband, whoever it was that she found good enough for her child. Illysia on the other hand, would find a way to sink her teeth into the Iron Throne. Even if she had to kill Nymeria to do it. "Father would prefer I make friends with the Wards, since they will be staying here in my home and the Princes and Princesses are a little young to understand." Illysia smiled, full lips curling softly, her gaze still directed at the mercenary.
"Of course, we may come with us if you wish."
"Lovely, I'm sure your companions will need space to roam outdoors." Illysia had not problem with the two animals, though with a stern look toward the white dragon, Vrash spread her wings and prepared to leap back into the air. It was the interruption from the Sand mercenary that kept the reptile on the stone floor. Vrash had always been fond of Aeryn Sand, though only when Illysia was around. Of course, none of the dragons were overly fond of strangers, preferring to eat those not of Valyrian blood. "Ryn, a pleasure as always." There was no venom in her voice, though no affection or seduction this time. Usually she would speak with a teasing flare, though she disliked his possessiveness of her even though she did not belong to him. In fact; Illysia Blackfyre would never belong to anyone.
She saw his gaze dart back to the line of Whitecloaks, his jealousy of Arton barely concealed. It would be rather foolish of her to think that Aeryn had not seen her with the Kingsguard before, since Arton had often seeked her out when he was on patrol. Usually he was assigned to one of the younger girls, since Nymeria would rarely tolerate the bastard being assigned a guard. The Queen wanted her dead, she knew, though thus far there had been no successful attempts on her life. Not with both her mother and father holding more power than the Martell Queen. Daerys didn't hate her, surprisingly, and she found it strange for her birth father to love her still after all the years of her life that he missed. Perhaps he was trying to make up for it.
"Do you not have a Princess under your guard?" She asked him, looking at him with the violet eyes that seemed to drill into his very being, taking hold of him and keeping him there. Of anyway, Aeryn would know both her sharp temper and her sweet seductiveness, though she had gone out of her way to avoid fucking him or letting him see her daughter. Few people in the castle even knew that Tatyanna existed, let alone seen her. It was the bastards bastard daughter, the heir to House Blackfyre now. Of course, Illysia intended to give land to her daughter and future husband, whoever it was that she found good enough for her child. Illysia on the other hand, would find a way to sink her teeth into the Iron Throne. Even if she had to kill Nymeria to do it. "Father would prefer I make friends with the Wards, since they will be staying here in my home and the Princes and Princesses are a little young to understand." Illysia smiled, full lips curling softly, her gaze still directed at the mercenary.
"Of course, we may come with us if you wish."
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The young woman had been about to speak to her friend, to calm the older girl. She understood her irritation, from how her brother had been insulted. Manasa would also become hostile in respnse to such an insult, though, thinking quietly, she touched her fingertips to Lyanna's arm, trying to convery the calm she felt. Of course, Manasa was feeling rather overwhelmed herself, with the mass amount of raw emotion being thrown around the room, radiating off the people as if they were fires barely contained. When she had finally parted her lips, quietly about to breathe out her words, the large male had burst into the room. Who?
Her distress flared, fingers retracting from Lyanna as the Lynx pushed up against her legs, catching onto her nervousness. The animal had always been in tune with her, though there was little that she could do about it, since Manasa was often the one in charge. As the door swung closed and the man spoke to the group, Manasa moved slightly closer to her twin, so that their shoulders were touching and he could feel the tension in her posture. New people were always difficult for her to speak with, and with how crowded the room was becoming, another added to it would only crowd it even more. The Princess nonetheless.
Before them, upon the Iron Throne, sat the grandson of Daenerys Targaryen; Daerys. His wife beside them, with his daughters, his sons on his side. The Kingsguard had arranged themselves so there was one behind each memeber of the royal family. The skinchanger recognized them only through brief visions, from glimpses of their past though she had never gone seeking them out before her brother told her he was coming here. Then, she had spent days in the Godswood, sleeping with the trees, seeing through the eyes of any she could get her hands on. It had become a part of her, and she knew well that she would be seeking out the Godswood here quite often.
The King spoke of peace, though she had to wonder if bringing them all here was a good idea. If one of them died it would cause a war, if several of them were injured or threatened, the Targaryen House might once again fall to the might of their people. Her brother touched her arm, beckoning her with him and the twin Baratheon's, and she did not hesitate. Shiva padded by her side, careful to always brush against her leg, worried for the young woman. Manasa reached down to touch her companions head, calming the feline before she turned her gaze upward. Lyanna had spoken of the current Baratheon Lord, a man much like the late King Robert Baratheon, though she wondered why it mattered. Her own parents would find a good marriage for her back home, and a wife for Reed. They aspired to little more than ruling the North.
Of course, if the chance arose, the King in the North would reign again.
The young greenseer felt a wave of tension, anger and an uncontrollable thirst for violence. Brandon. The boy had always had trouble controlling the Storm within him, ever since she had met him she had known about it. She turned soft green orbs toward him, catching his own infuriated gaze, watching him silently. A soft smile curled up the corner of her lips, attempting to calm him without using her powers. If she had been standing next to him she would have touched his arm to catch his attention, draw his mind away from what it was that angered him. Thankfully, holding his gaze did help. She felt the tension drain out of him, sucked away, like a tornado moving on. He tore his eyes from hers, and she knew that it was time to cease watching him for now. Lowering her hood, she left black tendrils of silk waves tumble around her face, framing pale skin and bright eyes.
"Breakfast would be wonderful."
Her distress flared, fingers retracting from Lyanna as the Lynx pushed up against her legs, catching onto her nervousness. The animal had always been in tune with her, though there was little that she could do about it, since Manasa was often the one in charge. As the door swung closed and the man spoke to the group, Manasa moved slightly closer to her twin, so that their shoulders were touching and he could feel the tension in her posture. New people were always difficult for her to speak with, and with how crowded the room was becoming, another added to it would only crowd it even more. The Princess nonetheless.
Before them, upon the Iron Throne, sat the grandson of Daenerys Targaryen; Daerys. His wife beside them, with his daughters, his sons on his side. The Kingsguard had arranged themselves so there was one behind each memeber of the royal family. The skinchanger recognized them only through brief visions, from glimpses of their past though she had never gone seeking them out before her brother told her he was coming here. Then, she had spent days in the Godswood, sleeping with the trees, seeing through the eyes of any she could get her hands on. It had become a part of her, and she knew well that she would be seeking out the Godswood here quite often.
The King spoke of peace, though she had to wonder if bringing them all here was a good idea. If one of them died it would cause a war, if several of them were injured or threatened, the Targaryen House might once again fall to the might of their people. Her brother touched her arm, beckoning her with him and the twin Baratheon's, and she did not hesitate. Shiva padded by her side, careful to always brush against her leg, worried for the young woman. Manasa reached down to touch her companions head, calming the feline before she turned her gaze upward. Lyanna had spoken of the current Baratheon Lord, a man much like the late King Robert Baratheon, though she wondered why it mattered. Her own parents would find a good marriage for her back home, and a wife for Reed. They aspired to little more than ruling the North.
Of course, if the chance arose, the King in the North would reign again.
The young greenseer felt a wave of tension, anger and an uncontrollable thirst for violence. Brandon. The boy had always had trouble controlling the Storm within him, ever since she had met him she had known about it. She turned soft green orbs toward him, catching his own infuriated gaze, watching him silently. A soft smile curled up the corner of her lips, attempting to calm him without using her powers. If she had been standing next to him she would have touched his arm to catch his attention, draw his mind away from what it was that angered him. Thankfully, holding his gaze did help. She felt the tension drain out of him, sucked away, like a tornado moving on. He tore his eyes from hers, and she knew that it was time to cease watching him for now. Lowering her hood, she left black tendrils of silk waves tumble around her face, framing pale skin and bright eyes.
"Breakfast would be wonderful."
Hey guys! Sorry I kind of vanished from the nets for a few days haha. I got caught up with real life things. You know, part time hostess and full time babysitting this summer is going to catch up sometimes. Fortunately, I have the day off, so I'll be getting my post up soon!
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I'm going to be working on a character of my own soon, though I'll be Private Messaging her to you, since I have a few rather odd ideas haha. Of course, It'll be entirely up for discussion.
I'm going to be working on a character of my own soon, though I'll be Private Messaging her to you, since I have a few rather odd ideas haha. Of course, It'll be entirely up for discussion.
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