The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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Join us for our first event, the wake of recently deceased King Jaehaerys II.
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AUG. 19: So we are now officially open to the public. We have a mini-event flashback thread going on, and our main event just began. Feel free to make a second canon if you can keep both of them active enough.
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Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Moonlight had painted the palace bedding with sight of decadence. Flesh shared with one another until the trio was exhausted. Servants would believe the palace to be haunted with the pleased howls that escaped the depths of its halls. Though the night had all but left them as sunlight dressed his bare figure with rays of warmth.
A sea of ivory cloth drowned his frame along with the two children born of the drowned gods. An exhausted hand rose from the petite frame of the child blessed with fire, beautiful red curls falling from his fingers. Scratch marks decorated his chest and back with lines of crimson that followed his back.
Just which pair had left their mark upon him as his lips parted to feel the pain. Softly toying with the abyss of black that adorned his other hand. A firm grasp embraced the shoulder of the woman in their sleep. Keeping the warmth of the beauty in arms reach as he softly brought the woman closer to him.
Amber pools quietly watching the slumbering krakens upon his chest. When the night claimed their hearts and closed their eyes the two were tamed and manageable. Wondering when the sunlight would stir the two from the embrace of the moon. A soft ocean breeze starting to caress them with the dawn of the day.
Post by Robin Greyjoy on Aug 27, 2017 22:50:39 GMT
Fire as fierce as the sun's burned in her chest even as her eyes grew heavy and she found herself lost in silken sheets and in the arms of the man she'd long since grown to care for. Admittedly not as much as the woman sharing the same bed and the child who'd long since fallen asleep in peace, but nevertheless, she cared. Enough to almost say she loved him.
The elder was first to stir, arms wound around the broad chest of the man they'd claim as their own. Father to the child she'd brought to this world. Robin shifted into an embrace, her head rising and falling with his breath, ear pressed against the beating of his heart. It was bliss.
"Is Luci still asleep?" She finally whispered as she rested her chin upon his chest, her slim lips curled into a wispy smile as matted red clung to her face, a mess from last night's embrace. "'Cuz if she is, I'd to go another round. Just you and me." It was never enough for the red kraken as she teased the man who broke their chains. Though he was the first she'd return to on multiple occasions. Never failing to find herself back in his arms.
Robin reached down to pet her sister's hair, glad to see she was resting well, while she waited for a reply from the sea lord.
Post by Luciya Greyjoy on Aug 28, 2017 0:57:33 GMT
A hand stirred through the inky black strands that fell down around her face; spanned out in rivets across the pillow and bed back behind her. From the young woman's lips came a small exhale; the pleasure of having someone play with her hair first audible before visible, as slowly Luciya pushed up into the attentive hand.
Her breathing pattern changed, and slowly the last sleeper was awakening. One golden crescent on a half-closed eye peered out in the direction of Robin, before up towards Nidhogg. The displeasure at being woken up before the suns rays had even begun to warm the room was evident; the crease in the dark brow, the drawn lip.
The singular eye closed with a sigh. Not a morning person--would never be, no matter the circumstances. Sleep is bliss--dreams took her backwards and around, showed her the sea and the sky far above. Reminded her of the smell of salt and their father's alcohol, Robin's red hair and the sound of Hellena's laughter. Of exhilarating, fast paced, daring fights against the man that had a hand secured to her shoulder.
Which was why Luciya was never satisfied when she awoke at their time.
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Hushed whispers rose from the breast of the crimson kraken. Inquiring about her beloved sister, did sleeping beauty remain in her slumber? A golden orb resting upon him, yearning for more sleep answered her question for him. Letting his own hand trace the backside of Luciya's head. Affectionate fingers soothing her head with little scratches.
" You will have to bide your desires my little rose. The moon will set again and the night will be yours."
Words followed his coarse fingers combing back the mane of the fiery kraken. Never had he met a courtesan upon the streets that had the drive as this little one who rested upon his bedside. Though promising his night away the Sealord knew he had other obligations to handle prior. A promised battle was to take place upon the arrival of the sun cresting into the palace room.
" Wake up my beautiful goddess, let the fury of the seas rise in that heart."
Softly playing with the sea of black hair tangle around his grasp as he brought himself to the end of the bed. Letting the girls rest upon the bedding rather then his bare chest. Picking up discarded dressings and covering his chest with linen, a loose collar hanging from his shoulders as he dressed himself. With how easily that they had torn it off he wondered why it took so long to put it all back on.
" Shall we have those dancing lessons I promised you both. Carve a scar upon this face and I'll reward you with a night you can't forget."
Post by Robin Greyjoy on Aug 28, 2017 10:35:20 GMT
She could feel her sister stir beneath her finger bringing a loving smile to the woman's lips. A look reserved for those within this room. She pulled her hand away, letting obsidian strands fall past tanned digits, seeking out the carved muscles about the dragon's chest. Impatient as she was, she did not voice her protest. Simply caressed his defined features and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent in contentment.
Had he not stood, she would have not stirred. No, correction. Had he not taken her favorite pillow from her head, she wouldn't have stirred looking upon that form with eager eyes, moving to her sister for an embrace. Gentle hands washed over the raven haired kraken as she stroked back her inky mane, eyes still glued to the back of their lover.
"Dancing lessons?" She scoffed and laughed. "I've spent years dancing with that monster of a father of ours. What more could you teach us?" There was more. There will always be more. And she yearned for more. "But for a chance to leave my own lasting mark upon you? That is a reward in and of itself. The long night's a bonus."
Turning to her sister, Robin kissed the crown of night and whispered into her ear. "It's time to wake Luci. You'll have your sleep some other time. And I promise I'll cut down anyone who wakes you up for the next week." She waited for her sister to rise, only then would she bother to leave the bed.
Post by Luciya Greyjoy on Aug 28, 2017 22:58:07 GMT
She'd have stayed in bed, with them playing with her hair and whispering words in the early morning as she dozed on. It would have made for a comfortable morning, before the things outside the door would draw them out and the dailies of day to day made them weary. Luciya curled up just a little more in defiance.
Rise? Maybe if there was food on the foot of the bed. Her arm snaked around the form of Robin as her elder twin moved closer, taking in the warmth and the threaded fingers upon her scalp. But the promise of a dance was so enticing. Her other half seemed to share the same thoughts; and already there was an ache in her hands. A twitch, a desire to move.
He knew which buttons to get a rise out of her.
A sleepy look was given to Robin as her sister watched over, awaiting her to take action. Sleep promised for a week? A battle of steel and blood? She reached over and ran her fingers through the vibrant locks, half of her body twisting around as the muscles in Luci's body began to yearn for movement. The raven's back curved, the fingers tangled in Robins hair slowly withdrawing, letting them spill through, working through the few tangles around the edges that came with rolling around in bed as they had been prior.
Luciya rolled out of the bed, the tips of her toes touching the cool ground as her eyes sought for the material. It was a slow awakening, head and shoulders rolling to pop the knots. Much like a cat slowly rising from it's favorite napping spot, Luciya gathered up the discarded clothes one after the other and pulled them on.
" You father learned what he could, I was taught by the master. I'm afraid your fathers fighting is only imitation."
Nidhogg teased the fire goddess with his words. Even Lord Grejoys legacy reached his ears, the man was truly a monster to battle aboard a ship but he lacked the true nature of water dancing. Perhaps his heirs would come to learn that today.
Keeping his wool shirt upon the floor, coming up upon his bare feet as the man followed the bed to its side, coming up upon the quiet maiden whose company he enjoyed. A hand dancing up her clothes she dressed herself in to tilt her chin up to face him. Affection displayed with a kiss.
" Show me the ire within you my lovely raven. Dance with that valyrian blade - You best be wary that I dont mess up those petals little rose."
Leaving the two behind as he left his bedding within the palace. Grasping onto the weapon that he had chosen to master. Following the halls the girl knew well until he came upon the glimmering pools. An entire courtyard filled with water with stones for them to dance across between the aqua.
Robin took no offense to his words- not when he was right. Skilled as her father may be, his dance was unlike she's witnessed of Nidhogg's. The same motions, different tempos. A keen eye would easily discern it. "He took it as his own and created his own dance." One that she'd taken to heart.
Robin allowed her sister to rise on her own, following after as the other two kissed. Not a hint of jealousy could be felt from the territorial red head as she reached for whatever cloth she could find, only to pull it over her head. It was his wool shirt.
Fishing out her undergarment and her beloved blades from the pile and beneath the bed, Robin only stopped to wait for Luciya before following the sealord's trail. A shuffle followed behind the two girls as a dark shadow peered behind a pillar. Lyserio's dark eyes followed the girl's before venturing forth to meet them, first greeting Robin with a sniff on her palm, then nudging Luciya from behind with it's wet nose.
"Guess you want to join us as well Lyserio?" She asked, patting it's furry head. "Maybe another time. We're having a fair fight this time. You'll have your turn." With that, she bid the bear farewell before continuing into the courtyard.
Post by Luciya Greyjoy on Sept 1, 2017 21:31:30 GMT
Their father was unlike any fighter that the lands had seen. He was terrifying, brutal, and efficient. Learning under him had been some of the most painful days in her life, but they had been a treasured life lesson that had kept them safe. She wouldn't trade them for dance lessons, or anything else. Fighting always made her feel like she was still close to him, and not land and sea apart.
It made the yearning of her father feel a little less painful.
Nidhogg was a fearsome fighter in his own right--there was no denying this. Luciya let him grab her chin and kiss her, her own still going through the motions of getting ready as they tightened the metal gauntlet onto her forearm. He was a blaze of passion, one that reminded her so of Robin. Affectionate, sometimes too much so, but this morning she was willing to indulge him.
Just before she goes for his throat.
The two elders left, and she followed behind seconds later. There was a building energy in her pace, an eagerness to Luci's step as she caught up. The furry figure of Lyserio bumping into her from behind earned him a tender scratch behind the ear, a gesture reserved only for the animal and seldom the other two-legged beings that breathed. If they weren't about to do what they were, she would have stopped and let them go one without her. Played with the large beast and roll around on the ground, wrestling.
But there was a song to be sung. Luci withdrew her hand and trailed into the courtyard, arms stretched above her head as the rest of her uncoiled.
"Well?" The first word of the day, and probably the last. It felt her in a hush, hoarse from lack of use.
These little squids would be the death of him surely. Mother of Krakens played with her bear before following him to his flooded courtyard, fiery eyes tracing his shape with her sister following shortly after. First words coming from her pale lips. A fool would think her to be a quiet damsel in distress.
Taking a deep breathe, the Sealord closed his eyes. Drawing his glaive forward, the weapon pointed towards the duo. Extending beyond the length of his hand the weapon had an incredible reach. It would act just like a rapier in his hands. Using his abundance of strength to make the weapon even deadlier.
" I want you both for all your worth."
Commanding the two to try their best against him, eyes flashing open. Amber pools focused on both them equally. They were in the presence of a master of the water dancing artes. Besting their father would not get them far here, this form was pure.
Robin stopped across the sealord, a smile dancing upon her thin lips. Not many men could excite her this much at the prospect of a fight- well. It's not hard to get her excited over a fight, but giddy and squealing inside? Only few could elicit such feelings from her. And among the few was the man who stood before her.
How easily he could carry that glaive... She was growing impatient.
The curved moons in either hand were more than ready to taste his flesh as Robin took a step forward as she shifted the blades into position in her hands. The glimmer in her her eye turned deadly as she took one more step forward before pushing off the ground and closing the distance between her and Nidhogg, not even bothering to wait for her dearest sister.
Robin dipped her body beneath the blade, her foot extending before her to stop her advance. She used the momentum to twirl upon her toe, and bring her body back up as she swung her elbow towards the side of his face.
Post by Luciya Greyjoy on Sept 9, 2017 16:19:43 GMT
Her sister had charged in first. This was to be expected, and welcomed. It was a thrill to watch the red streak across the courtyard and bare down upon him, a furious blaze of violence.
There were few delicacies such as this that she enjoyed.
Her bare feet stepped across the ground; bare toes digging in and curling as she came to a stop. Watching.
Waiting.
Where one rushed in, the other waited. Bided her time before closing in. They would set the pace. Lucia refused to be caught up in it. Such wasn't the way of the silent wraith, who time and time again would swoop in by her other half's side to cut down their foes. A grueling task that demanded patience well beyond the Greyjoy's limit.
The slow, drawn him of steel grated through the air amidst the noise. The blade was withdrawn from the gauntlet, her long fingers grasped around the pommel in a backhanded grip. Blade pointed up; poised against the length of Luciya's opposite forearm.
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