THIS IS MY OPENING LETTER — Intro / Meet & Great

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    His first memories were of the cold. He knew the feeling of warmth for only a moment before he was torn from it. In the beginning there was heat, the feeling of warm furry bodies pressed against him and the smell of milk, the taste of milk even. But it's funny how fast his everything was ripped away from him, how fast he was left with nothing. Someone had taken him from his mother, from his siblings. They had taken him in the dead of winter, when the world had froze over and they had dropped him in the middle of that frozen wasteland, left him in the snow at the border of the westeros. Perhaps they were trying to give him a better life, or perhaps they just decided that they had too many mouths to feed already. He had no clue and he probably never would. Either way, he was here now. He had been found and taken in by Jaelynn, the head of the Mallister House, a creature who he saw as his mother. The creature who had abandoned him may have given birth to him but she did not raise him, she wasn't there for him in the way Jaelynn had been. She brought him out of the cold and back into the warmth. She may not have been related to him by actual blood but she was his mother for all he cared. The canine took a step out of the den he shared with his family, his ears shoved forward and his tail curled up like a huskies, the way he normally had it, despite how nervous he actually was he tried to appear confident as he waited for someone to approach him. This is how it worked right? Or maybe he should go and find someone to introduce himself to? Or would that seem strange?


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    JAELYNN;;


    Despite her cold and somewhat distant nature, there was a reasoning behind what some would see as love towards her adopted children. Jaelynn herself had not had an easy life as a child and thus, she had quickly become an individual who desired to protect those whom had been hurt or damaged. Those who had been outcast for their appearances, size or their ambition were common candidates of Jaelynn's interest. In any case, an abandoned child showed promise to the icy wolf, who desired to make any parent regret ever refusing their child a proper life.


    It was Jaelynn's goal to make her children powerful to show just how much their parents were wrong.


    So, when the figure had met Axel, she had been eager to take him in as her own. He had been left, abandoned in the cold lands, something that Jaelynn had seen as nothing but weakness by the pup's parents. Only a fool and a coward abandoned their child with no hope, as far as Jaelynn was concerned. So, although a stern parent, Jaelynn had raised the child as her own until she felt him ready to meet the rest of Westeros. Or rather, she would not force him out until he was ready.


    And now he was ready.


    Spotting him as he stepped out, the Mallister would make her way over, a slight, but endearing smile appearing upon her slender maw. He had grown into a fine young pup already. Not old yet, of course not, but still larger than when she had first saw his little head in the snow. "You are feeling adventurous today then, Axel?" the figure rumbled fondly, looking over him approvingly.

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    ZERRAK


    The child would move up next and pause. His eyes on the other and head titled. What was this? A meet and greet? Maybe it was. But, for the moment, he would watch silently.



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    "It would seem so" Axel would say with a smile in response to his foster mothers remark. He was indeed feeling adventurous today, and although he wasn't much of a 'people person' he felt the need to at least put himself out there a little bit before he begun his training. His attention was shifted from Jaelynn to the two who had also approached "hey guys" he called out to the two, who seemed nervous for some odd reason.


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    Although it never seemed like Amethyst had any trouble talking, she did. She formed the words corrects and the sentences as well. She just didn't have the guts to say more than a couple sentences. Her introverted ways wasn't going to get her far in Westeros, not that she wanted to be queen or anything. It just wasn't going to make her that many friends. A few months ago, that would have been fine. She stuck to herself and studied as much as she could at her father's castle. But now, she was thrown into the social world where talking was the key to all answers. So she welcomed newcomer, talked to friends, went to gathering, etc. She still never fully got over the fear of talking.


    So as Amethyst was flying, she saw a group gathered around. She decided to boost her social game and go talk to them. Landing behind the group in her fast pace, she shifted into a lion. Padding over, she nodded a hello to everyone. "Hello." She said. She didn't mean to sound curt but what else was there to say? She couldn't think of any.



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    A mallister. How ... distasteful. She held little love for the lords of Seagard, one of the Ironborn's greatest rivals when it came to reaving the coasts. Mera's grey eyes were narrowed onto the young pup, but he seemed no threat - yet. She would worry when he grew up. "Hello. I am Mera of house Greyjoy. What is your name? I assume you are a Mallister, by your scent." She would not be hostile, not to a child who posed no threats. However, she did keep an eye on Jaelynn, however, who was lingering nearby. No matter what peace was in the land, she would never trust the green lords and ladies enough to be comfortable.