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Remember black skies

op wo dec 20, 2017 6:07 pm

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Flakes of white snow where surrounding the king's garde and his other companions. The wind was cold and sharp and brushes roughly against their silver polished armoury. Small puffs of smoke left the nostrils of the white stallion beneath Larethian. A few weeks ago the jarls daughter had invited him to the north again. His last visit to the north had been brief and quick and ever since the king left the landscape he definitely wanted to return to this great land. The land of snow and vikings ships had triggered his mind more than he could ever imagine.

He wanted to know more about the land called Asgard, Odin and the large wolf Fenrir. The ships, the armour, the weapons... But not only the fancy ships they build or strong axes they made triggered his mind. Also the girl. not even older than 18 years had interested him. With her words, with her gaze, her pale skin and white hair. Even though she was so much younger she was well captured with her words and he wanted  to see her again.

And so, there he was. Making his way through the thick snow. The further north they went the more the air became crisp and the scent of leaves became stronger. Larethian twisted his hand and watched, transfixed, as the tiny flakes of snow fell down on his hand but disappearing into thin air as fast as they reached his warm skin. Leaving cold entrails running parallel to his veins. It had been months since he had travelled to Skorravir. The landscape has changed so much ever since. From this green scape with many flowers to a cold, sinister and dim gaze. It was almost as if eyes where looking right through your soul the whole time they made their way to the capital of Falkreath.

Larethian let his hand rest on the front of the saddle and as his blue gaze reached for the viking city he pinched his eyes slightly. Finally he growled deeply as he spurred his horse in gallop and made his way through the entrance of the viking city.

Delaney


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Laatst aangepast door Larethian Akesh op zo jan 14, 2018 10:43 am; in totaal 1 keer bewerkt







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Re: Remember black skies

op zo jan 07, 2018 5:57 pm

They broke my wings
but forgot I also carry claws


It had been quite some time since the last raven had left her hands in search of the capital. Now all she could do was await his arrival. Wondering how to react to the return of the king.

The man knew how to twist something inside of her around, making even her feel unsure. Something she had always deemed as impossible to do so. Born and raised a warrior she would never bow her knee for this man coming all this way for her. No not for her. For her land. She had to make sure to still see it straight that way. A man, almost twice her age. Father of two daughters who could be her sisters by age would never be close to interested in a ragged little girl like her.

Not to mention that he was king of all their land and married to a literal Dragonslayer. Yeah. She was in no way interested to make the Laendaerys line cross with her. So she'd behave like a lady should in his eyes. Or atleast, as far as she could do so while still holding on to her own upbringing and standards.

A quick call drew her attention as did it to the other vikings. The king was spotted on the horizon and even in Skorravir where the man had hardly any inpact most people scurried along to get either inside or make sure they were, in typical viking way, respectable enough to greet a man of such high standard.

Not even ten minutes later the ground under the white haired woman seemed to shake as a large stallion galloped into their city. Staring up with a straight gaze she met the eyes of the king holding the leash on her pitch black dog tighter. A new addition to her side since he had left. She had grown quite some ever since then. Mostly mentally but even physically she had changed a bit. Her forms in the last year maturing some more but also newly added scars painting her pearly white skin. Nothing the king needed to concern himself with though.

Dressed in a thight fitting black dress that got to her knees where it was met by large boots she stepped forward. Her shoulders covered with mutltiple thick grey coats and her hair braided falling over her shoulders. She looked just as 'ladylike' as she had done at his castle that time ago. But now around her waist was a belt which held two knives and age against her hips. Ready for war like any other man her age. She was a jarls-daughter. A princess in her own way. A warrior princess that is.

No crown would ever be placed on her head. But blood would cover her face all too well.

With a small nod she greeted the king a smile touching her lips. "Your majesty. Welcome back to Skorravir."




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Re: Remember black skies

op do jan 11, 2018 7:58 pm

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He felt the strong muscles of the stallion move under him and with every meter the companions travelled the larger his grin became. First only a small hint on the corner of his mouth. But as they moved the horses through the gates he smirked. The horses slowed down their steps. Seeing the village in all it’s glory again was an escape from the chains and boundaries he always found inside the castle of Archeon.

The vikings gathered some of them even more ugly than the one before. And between them he saw ‘her'. The white haired lady. The last time he saw her she was only a girl. A spoiled, irritating child. But she had grown. Grown into a woman. In all her fierceness and fragileness. He’s piercing his eyes into hers and sees the smile touching her lips.

Larethian commanded his companions to stop with one move of his hand. He stepped forward and stopped the horse a few meters before the lady and her villagers. His eyes deep and dangerous, he looked down at her. The blue tones had almost disappeared out of his gaze as his thoughts had turned back on their usual dark road. He would not consider himself to be an evil man, and from day to day he would never harm other beings on purpose. Nevertheless his mind was stormy and unpredictable - and being in his company could turn out a treacherous place to be. Larethian stopped the white stallion and let himself glide out off the saddle.

His tall posture turned himself towards the crowd and he made his way forward. His walk is slow yet confident and as he stopped before them he simply nodded at her welcoming messages. My lady, it is a pleasure was his next move as he stepped forward slowly moving his hand forward, grabbing hers and lifted it up to press a kiss on the upper part of her hand. It was definitely not the ‘viking’ way to greet a lady. But his plan was not to act like one while they stayed here. His plan was to find a way to simply “help” each other in times of need.


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Re: Remember black skies

op wo jan 17, 2018 8:41 pm


Her blue eyes found his. And in those eyes she found some quiet. Making her feel even more enlarged as the man took her hand and placed a kiss on her skin. It send shivers through her entire body as she lowered herself the tiniest bit through her knees. Returning the greetment in his fashion.

It made her stare up at the dark haired man. A king in his own right. Wearing a crown not just because he was born for it. No, he fought his way to the top for it. Married a queen for it. If she had to choose who to stand with. A queen who barely seemed to leave her land. A woman born for pretty dresses and jewelry or a King raised for a battlefield. She'd rather follow the king. But they were together and from what she had seen of this Dacosta and from the feelings Larethian shook up in her she could not quite understand that he'd be with a woman like that, for any other reason perhaps than a simple crown.

Though even that seemed to be of little value in her mind. The freedom one held in his soul should be valued way higher than gold and silver. Even if she did love gold and their raids which brought the gold home. It was all about the freedom that made it worth the journey. Taking one step after the other, fighting bloody battles only to see those you love around you die and move on to valhalla. They all would die in the thought of Freedom and would never even dream of rotting away inside some castle walls. Their own story was the crown they adored.

As she felt the eyes of her villagers on her she came back to her own bit of reality and took a hold of his hand. Tightening the grip a bit as she pulled him to her and hugging the larger man slamming her hand on his back. Returning his fancy greet with a typical Viking one. Reminding him that she was no lady to kiss hands from or make pretty gestures to. She was a lady indeed. But one wearing teeth and nail. Ready for any fight that would be thrown her way.

"The journey must've been long and harsh my king. Please make yourself feel at home in our humble village." She nodded at some of house Staekars own maids to hand him a pint of beer and grinned at him. "My father is holding a feast in honor of your return My king. Last time you weren't able to witness one in typical Viking fashion." She smirked softly as she turned around walking towards her home. "I advice you to bring some fresh clothes along for tonight. Fathers feasts can get.. messy." She laid her hand on her axe giving him a quick wink with a smirk dangling on her face. Oh yes. It would get messy. But that kind of worked the best for them.

The girl burst out laughing
she knew she was nobody's meat





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Re: Remember black skies

op zo jan 21, 2018 9:09 pm

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Even with the viking blood that ran through her veins. Larethian still could not believe that the girl belonged here. She looked graceful, angelic with that white silk hair and her deer like eyes. It was almost as if the girl came from another world. As if a star had bashed it’s way into the northern ground and settled herself in this land, because she had no other place to go. The tension he felt when she pinched her strong eyes into his was wrong. It was so wrong in so many ways the he tried to shove the thought away. To save himself from going back to those memories he looked away for a second or so. Towards the other people that had gathered.

But as her angelic voice started talking again he could not help it but to look back onto the girl. The certain authority she hold in her voice made the hairs in his neck stand up. Larethian did not knew what it was or how it came. But ever since the two of them crossed their paths something snapped. And he wanted to know if he wasn’t the only one who felt that. He showed her a half-smile, his eyes briefly lighting up with an ocean of blue sparks. His stormy soul roughly hidden behind the veil of darkness. It was a rather eventful journey, my lady. The snow definitely gave us some hard times. But we managed to make it here in time. As he answered her words a maid dimmed up in his eyes and offered him a beer. Some northern tradition, it must be. Welcome your ‘friends’ with all of the villagers and then make them drink until their are drunk as hell… yeah.. it sounded as a nice tradition, maybe they should steal their idea to use it for their own acquaintances back in Archeon. The slightest smirk appeared on his lips as he raised the pint of beer and turned himself around towards his men and towards the vikings, back to Delaney. Me and my companions feel welcome and honoured to be invited to the feast tonight. We will definitely attend. After his words died into thin air he lowered the pint and took a sip of it. Letting the alcoholic fluid warm his body inside. The cold; it was never something he would get used to.

He saw the lady turn around after he finished his words and he decided to follow her instead. Letting one hand rest on his back and his other hand placed around the pint. Her advice of her to bring some fresh clothes towards the feast made his eyebrow raise up for a bit. He tilted his head and looked at her. Messy hmm.. he wondered and turned his gaze back towards the wooden houses. Luckily for him he brought some other warm clothes and some formal ones so there would be no problem at all. Whilst they walked back towards what seemed like Delaney her home he gazed back at her How have you been these days? he asked her as curious as he was.


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Re: Remember black skies

op di jan 23, 2018 9:52 pm


His voice was like honey. Creepying into her system, making her movements harder as he sticked to her skin. Creeping up into all her senses. Making her feel almost sleepy as it took over her entire body. As if flowing on a cloud. This man knew about the hold he could have on people. It was one of the many gifts he must have as a king. His sweetened voice making all bow for him.

And if that wasn't enough he was capable enough with his sword to make anyone tremble in fear. Truly an dangerous man to play around with.

But Delaney was not here to play. She was not an object for him to twist around his fingers. And she could not let herself get twirled around him like that. She was a viking lord. A heir to her own fathers legacy. Staekars did not bow, and especially not to kings in high castles who felt themselfs good by just once showing some attention to a little girl.

As she let him speak there was not much to reply on. He told her about his journey and she nodded in silence. Ofcourse the snow had been difficult to traverse. Thats why Falkreath was so defendable. The northerns were used to their territory. But someone from down south, and especially a desert boy like Larethian stood no chance in the harsh enviroment.

It made her smirk in silence. Knowing for sure that he wouldn't be planning an attack anytime soon, especially not during the winter months. But even in the summer their lands were dangerous. After all, all predators would be trying to fill their bellies during the longer days in a effort to survive the brutal winters.

"The honor is all ours. It is not everyday that we are visited by royalty from the south." She replied to his words looking up at him with a soft smile. "My mother was saddened by the fact you left your wife and daughters at home though. She would love to meet them she says." She kept an easy tone in her voice. King or no king, these were her lands and respect was there, just not in the way he perhaps was used to.

When he asked about the whole -messy- part a chuckle left her lips. "Have you never heard about Viking parties. They are no real parties without some bloodshed and other.. happenings. Our feasts can be a lot more brutal than southeners are used to. But are great fun once you've grown accustomed to them. And you're not on the recieving end of our traditions." An almost wicked grin crossed her lips as she stepped into the main hall of the Staekar estate. From here her father held his councils and most feasts were started. Tonight was no different. But for now the room was nearly empty with only some of her fathers closest men talking in silence over some mead, looking up as she walked in and only nodded at her and the king. Showing no further interest in the man.

The girl burst out laughing
she knew she was nobody's meat





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Re: Remember black skies

op zo apr 01, 2018 1:07 pm

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The more he looked at her the more his eyes got attracted by her presence. It was true that the only person he would ever love was Dacosta. He had been living with her for what felt like an eternity. And his feelings for her still hasn’t changed. Normally he had no eyes for other ladies, they where simply not handsome enough to tempt his affections. But this girl, this lady who became more of a lady everyday awoken something in his system that he could not explain. With every blink of her eyes she took he got more and more interested in her. She was not from this world that was not possible Was the only opinion about this he had figured out until now. With an interesting look on his face the two of them started walking to the estate of the Staekar family. She pointed out that her mother wanted to meet his familly and he nods slowly. I’d like to keep my family safe and well. He explained. Perhaps Dacosta and my daughters will come when the summer has began and the travel is a lot safer. He finally answers her statement. It was not that he did not want to take them with him. It just didn’t feel safe enough.

Delaney was talking about the parties they held and how their traditions where explained. He nodded slowly when she told him about the bloodshed and other happenings Which he became curious about. Do you choose the person “who had to die” randomly? Or do you just execute criminals? he asked her bluntly. The southern balls are actually a lot more dull when you describe yours now. Back in the south these feasts and balls where quite formal and sometimes even to boring too attent. That was also the reason why he skipped most of them. If he wanted something to drink he wouldn’t do it at a dull party. But with his lover on his side, sipping wine in their bed. And once that thought crossed his mind his eyes sparked and his lips where curled up. Oh yes, how he missed those evenings in an instant. The warm breeze the desert had to offer on their naked skins. His wife lying besides him with her arm wrapped over him. He holding her in his embrace. Those night seemed to happen in just an blink of an eye. Maybe it was because those moment where the only ones that made him truly happy, maybe there where other reasons for.


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Re: Remember black skies

op zo apr 15, 2018 6:56 pm


A small smile turned over her lips as he spoke about his family and she crossed her arms with a pulled up brow. "Your majesty I can assure you that they would be perfectly save under our care." She objected his statement but laughed it off and shook her head. "The road up north is dangerous for those who do not travel it often indeed. But a royal party would find no problem with carving a path straight through the mountains to gain their objective would they not?" It was more of a statement than a question. Valyrians weren't seen in such high regards on the northern side of the mountainwall. Rather, they were seen as hopeless idiots clinging onto a fictional throne. Huddled up in their palaces weight down by all their gold and fancy jewelry while ignoring some real problems in the world.

Them Vikings had the real thoughness of the world around them. Fear for a loss of food every day and bloody battles to protect their lands from outsiders and even those southeners who put more claim on their ground with every day. No the king should be happy he had his desert and his pretty little family all hidden away behind their marbled walls. Out here those girls of his wouldn't survive.

His question about their feasts made her chuckle again as she put her hands in her sides. "What do you see us as? Savages? Ofcourse we only use conficted criminals who have already been judged in the eyes of Odin. They will go out battling for their lives. Given a fair shot against a true warrior. If he wins and slays the warrior it has been proven that Odin favors him and he shall keep his life. If he looses well. Then Odin will judge him in the afterlife." She explained touching the small pendant around her neck each time she named Odin as she walked on inside. "If he wins he won't be off risk free ofcourse. He'll get a punishment in the laws of men. But Odin will have cleared his name for the way to Valhalla." She nodded softly and smiled. "It is the greatest honor to die fighting an honest man. So whoever takes up the axe against him will have peace with his own death as Valhalla will welcome him." She turned back to look up at him wondering wether he understood it all or if it was just gibberish for him.

The girl burst out laughing
she knew she was nobody's meat





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