RISE IN THE DYING ► jaelynn mallister

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    She had never seen the appeal of having someone catch and prepare her food for her, to eat off a silver platter and drink from a golden pool. No, her faher had been strict in her up bringing - she would hunt for herself, she would defend herself, or she would die, less respected than even a Pyke bastard. This tradition continued even when she was in King's Landing - with Blackwater Bay at her disposal, she had slipped into the water as a seal in the early morning hours, preying upon the fish and the birds who dared to linger too long on the surface in her presence. These were too small to sustain her for any time period, but she finally managed to catch a young seal and drag it onto shore, taking on her fox body once it became too cumbersome to use flippers on land.


    Muttering a short prayer to the Drowned God, the Greyjoy started tearing apart the seal carcass on the rocky beach, unaware of any presences lurking around her.


    JAELYNN SWAROVSKI


    JAELYNN;;


    And indeed, there would be something lurking behind her.


    Jaelynn had the reputation of being silent, deadly, and somewhat intimidating. She was not particularly threatening in her words or her actions, but the way she carried herself often tended to create such an air around her. Depending on the time, it was both a gift and a burden that she carried with her, unable to determine when it would be useful, and when it would prove a detriment. However, no matter how cautious individuals were of her, the icy beast had found a common pattern in the fearlessness of the female heads of the families. Some were still aware of her aura, though most were too proud too care. It was said type of people that brought Jaelynn the most joy in life, for they provided her with the intellectual conversation that she so dearly desired.


    So, it was no great surprise that the Mallister, having heard of the returning Greyjoy woman, had become rather curious of who this new individual was. Their families had a long history of violence, though there was something greater on the mind of the Lady. Another family threatened her power, and she didn't like it in the slightest. The Greyjoys however... the Greyjoys held similar values to what the new head of the Mallisters did as well. Such thoughts were on the mind of the ivory canine as she prowled over, having spotted the Greyjoy on her hunt. She would fold her wings of ice upon her back as she gazed at the kill, and at its killer. "A good hunt, I see. The seas are being terribly forgiving." the wolf would rumble, words impassive as she spoke.

    (c)trexgirl