Behind It All There's A Price To Be Paid / Hunting Party AU, Open

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    But anyway, she had arranged one for this month and extended invitation to the ones still in King's Landing after the coronation, with permission from King Jaehaerys of course. It would be a fun get together time wouldn't it? And a rather opportune time to spring a trap or a plot considering the House tensions of the time. They were all fighting for Wardenship, every single one of them it seemed to Shavronne. All except her, which was her intention because she didn't want to become a target in the first place.


    With that said, it was a fine day for a hunt and it was about time for all the attendees to meet up with her outside of the city walls. The woman was currently seated upon her horse, overseeing the rest of the preparations to be made, the loading of supplies and such. There was a lot to do to make sure everything went smoothly.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Some of the houses were in active competition for the vacant Wardenships. House Hightower was not. Whatever Ceryse's private agenda was, Oldtown was so far in the South that hardly any of the other houses, aside from the Targaryens themselves, could affect her in any direct manner. So she was glad to accept Shavronne's invitation to join the hunting party in Kingswood. The dark-haired Lady was curious to see who else might make use of the king's generosity. She herself wasn't a particularly avid hunter but back home she had accompanied the men on their hunting trips. However admittedly in those cases Ceryse was not so interested in the hunt for game so much as the... suddenly close quarters.


    "Shavronne," Ceryse greeted the other woman softly, her pale eyes easy. "I must thank you for thinking to include me on your outing," she continued speaking, drawing closer. She was dressed in sensible fashion - a dark hunting coat and maroon trousers. On her dark head she worn a darker hat, black fabric lined with red feathers. Her horse - a pale white stallion - followed after her, led by a servant boy. "I should very much like to see the diversity of life, here in the Crownlands."
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    info — updated 12/15

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    [size=7pt]He was probably not suppose to be going. But then again he still his in the distance. Keeping low and out of sight. He had heard of said parties happening soon. Maybe he could gather some scraps and knowledge on how to hunt. Eagerly he crouched even more, he'd done stole/borrowed a horse and was currently trying to stay out of sight.[/size]

    [font=georgia]Fortinbras was a little surprised that no men had yet come to take part in this hunting party, but he was undaunted - his expectations of women had shifted lately from the values of his upbringing, given the strength he had seen in women around Westeros and in his own family. At this point he found little distinction between the sexes, save the obvious physical ones. "M'ladies." he greeted in a tone of good cheer, nodding to the three familiar faces. He had his broadsword in its sheath, of course, but no bow; instead several spears, tucked beneath his arm. They looked very sharp and strong-handled, but it was an unusual hunting weapon, for sure. If they questioned him he would be happy to explain - he was just helpless with a bow, and had found that a spear flung at the proper time could do a lot for the success of the kill.

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"



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    Oliver arrived moments after Fortinbras, his trusty bow in one hand, and his quiver on his back. He sat on top of his steel grey courser, which came to a stop once he'd reached the others.


    "[color=green]A good day to hunt," he grunted as he patted his horse's neck.


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    [size=8]When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}
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    updated 17/12

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    "Hello, Lords, Ladies and everything in between," the brown haired teen greeted as he arrived, riding his black stallion. There were women here, god fucking bless. Though one was the Bolton widow who was basically a milf, there was as Lady Hightower another very attractive women, and lastly there was one he didn't recognize but she was easy on the eyes too. The men there weren't too bad looking too, it was like a two for one. Lynderly and Stark, one's married and the other's a bachelor, not that he was interested in the men. Or at least that's what he told himself. Looks like his gay ass was still in denial. But that's beside the point. In the end, Daresso made a beeline towards Ceryse because she was the only one he really talked to before. "Lady Hightower, it's good to see you again."
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    She wasn't the type to pick up a bow and arrow to down the woodland creatures. Ranged weapons was never her forte despite how fitting it would be for her to use one. After all, melee and close combat would yield more scars and potential blemishes. But that was part of the point of the hunting party, it was a bonding experience and she could possibly practice her aim on live creatures, of course the smaller game as she did not want to lose big catches with her shaky aim.


    "Lady Hightower," the Bolton greeted the woman with a smile, "of course, it's only natural of me to invite you." They had spoken before and Shavronne liked what she saw so far in the other woman. Anyway, it would be nice to have an ally on the southern side, just in case something goes afoul up in her north. "As do I," the blonde woman agreed, sweeping her gaze over the newly arriving hunting party invitees. She hadn't visited King's Landing often back in the day, and certainly never saw the King's Wood. "Let's hope it'll be a pleasant experience," she added, brushing her dark mare's mane.


    Turning her attention to Soren, the crossbow wielder she had met a while back, she offered the woman a smile as well. "Miss Blackfyre, it's good to see you here," Shavronne began, aware that many of the invitees were arriving. It should be time to go soon, "Of course, and you?" She had assumed Soren was a hunter, what else could she do with a crossbow besides fight bandits and such?


    "Lord Lynderly,," the blonde woman regarded the man amiably, as he approached them. Her violet eyes were attracted to the strange sight of spears in Fortinbras's grasp. That was certainly interesting. "I suppose you are throwing those at the bigger game we come across?" Shavronne asked with a slight amused smile, it was unique and reminded her of javelin tosses. And no bow in sight? That was quite a statement.


    Spotting the Stark, something inside her twisted with disgust but she did not let it show on her pretty face. "Lord Stark, indeed it is," she agreed, glancing up at the sky. The forecast was good, it wasn't too cold to hunt and surely didn't look like it was going to rain, "I'll be looking forward to your archery skills today." The Stark had quite a reputation after all, he had killed Tessa with a single arrow through the head.


    And out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Percy, a familiar face from the bar the other day. She wondered who he was here with. But she supposed, it didn't hurt if he tagged along, just as long as he didn't get in the way. With that, she offered a slight wave toward his direction to signify that she had seen the boy but did not address him since he looked like he was trying to stay lowkey.


    Anyway, another face appeared. A younger one. A brown haired teen who very vaguely looked like Sethos Uller. She remembered the Ullers from the time she called herself a Dayne. Hellholt wasn't too far from her home but it wasn't like the two families were close. Shavronne only heard snippets about them but probably more than the average person considering her former geographical location. "Hello," the woman directed to the young man, "I don't believe we have formally met yet, I'm Shavronne Bolton. And you are an Uller, yes?"


    /tfw you rp with yourself c': what a loser
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    [font=georgia]Fortinbras nodded affable acknowledgement of all those who had come after him, and offered Shavronne an unapologetic grin as she mentioned his spears. "Bows have never taken a liking to me, I'm afraid, nor I to them. But a well-timed throw of one of these can do quite a bit, I have found." he knew it would probably be more reasonable for him to once again attempt to become even averagely good at using a bow, but he had tried many times over the course of his life and had yet to be able to shoot arrows even close to where he was aiming.

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    Soren smiled as Shavronne approached, before nodding at her small question. She then occupied herself again with her black crossbow, momentarily losing her focus as she checked out Oliver's bow. Hmm.. she's never been that interested in longbows, recurve bows or composite bows... it was always a crossbow.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #555; width: 300px; margin-top: 15px]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=timesnewroman]"Lord Daresso." He was not a titled Lord until his father gave up the title or passed by he was a lord by virtue of his birth. "I'm pleased you've decided to join the hunt as well." Her servant carried her bow and arrows, but Vigilance remained in its hilt at her hip. "Did you hunt often in Dorne?" She didn't think so - because although she had never seen Dorne for herself she knew the area to be largely made up of an arid desert landscape. Oldtown was as south as some cities in Dorne but they were blessed to have access to the sea as well as rivers and canals.


    "I hope so too," Ceryse agreed pleasantly, glancing back to the Bolton Lady now. She was looking forward too beginning the hunt.


    Sounds great to me, Des !
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