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Remember black skies

op wo dec 20, 2017 6:07 pm

RISE AND RISE AGAIN
UNTIL LAMBS BECOME LIONS

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


LARETHIAN T. AKESH




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




AS THEIR CASTLES CRUMBLE SLOWLY, WE WATCH THEM FALL
THE CROWN SLIPS FROM HEADS UNWORTHY AS WE GAIN CONTROL
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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

RISE AND RISE AGAIN
UNTIL LAMBS BECOME LIONS

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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AS THEIR CASTLES CRUMBLE SLOWLY, WE WATCH THEM FALL
THE CROWN SLIPS FROM HEADS UNWORTHY AS WE GAIN CONTROL
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