Don’t waste your time looking back, you’re not going that way

Arthur Morgan · Mar 20th 2019

*this is an old character of mine that i use for this roleplay lmao but idk if i wanna change his face claim to either jon bernthal, jord liddel or travis (which fyi kustaa’s original faceclaim was travis but i wanted to change it) or henry cavil cause i love him so much rn

oh a monster? Perhaps you should speak to me more softly then.

Okay so I wrote quite a bit lmao sorry but i enjoy writing about my characters cx

kustaa Sindri Lamont

Monsters are dangerous, and just now — kings are dying like flies

pip! · Mar 20th 2019

The Knight - Done!

full name: Edward Cassius Lionsdale

nickname(s): Edward, Ed, Eddie, Cassius, Cass [only by Sindri]

title(s): Gold Knight of Wulfhaven [basically the Lord Commander]

age: Twenty Seven

gender: Cisgender Male

sexuality: Bisexual / Biromantic

homeland: Lion's Coast

religion: Faith of the Seven

facelaim: Toby Regbo

hair color: Edward has golden blonde hair, almost in a sunshine color. His hair is curly and thick, always seeming to stick to his neck in the heat. He is always brushing his hair from his face because of the length but he doesn't dare cut it. His wife adored it too much. Edward often parts his hair down the middle but sometimes it is parted to his right side as he runs his hands through his hair when stressed. His hair is a mix of colors, natural highlights all throughout. Light browns, golden blondes, platinum blondes, red strands, and all of them combined almost seem to glow in the sunlight. His hair always seems to frame his face perfectly, truly capturing his beauty. His hair curls more at the ends but his bangs also curl in a bit more than the rest of his hair, making his hair look messy at times.

eye color: Edward's eyes are relatively large and almond shaped. His eyes are a brilliant blue color, almost as blue as the Caspian sea. His lashes are long and seem to bring together the frame of his face. His eyes are always filled with hope, even in the bleakest of circumstances. His brilliant blue eyes have flecks of a emerald green and a bright gold to them. The way the colors are blend together, it looks like an ocean just before the storm. His brows are often relaxed but when he frowns, it seems to take over his entire face. Edward's eyes are captivating to say the least, encapsulating the sea and the storm all in one and drawing people in with his kind looks.

height: Edward stands at exactly six feet tall and his body is lean. His isn't the most muscular man in the world but he is lean and fast. His muscles are toned and developed, making some of his clothes a bit tight on him. His body is skinnier than most men his age and his skin tone is on the fairer side, with hints of pinks every now and then, especially on his cheeks. His lips are plumper than usual and have a natural reddish-pink hue to him that stands out in contrast to his paler complexion. His body is muscular in certain areas, namely his arms and legs. His strength isn't measured visually, don't like it fool you. He is very strong and very fast with his movements.

scars: Edward's body is kissed with scars all over. Some from the abuse he endured as a child but most of them from the various fights and battles he has been through. He has a very distinct scar on his back, as wide as a sword's hilt on the right side of his spine. He had been pierced through during battle, to the enemy's sword hilt and nearly died. But he recovered and hunted the enemy down a few months later and beat him in hand to hand combat. Edward has a few more scars peppered all over his back but none so profound as that scar. He has a scar on his upper lip, from an argument he had gotten into with a woman he had been courting when he was young. She threw a glass vase at him and cut his lip. He ended the relationship shortly after. He has burn scars all on his arms, more distinct on his left arm. His left hand is covered in scarred skin and he feels disgusted by looking at it, finding himself to be a monster. So he often wears gloves and armor to cover all of his scars, not wanting to show any weakness.

accessories: Edward keeps his wife's wedding band on a silver chain around his neck at all times, only taking it off to sleep. And even then, he keeps it very close by. He also keeps a stone his daughter had picked out for him when she was a toddler, a beautiful smooth marble stone. He has since forged the stone into the center of his sword's hilt, beautiful embroidery all around it.

history: Edward was the product of a rape when the Baratheon brothers, Peytr and Edgar kidnapped the Princess Rhaella and took her far away to Essos. They tortured and abused her and raped her for months, Petyr being the more sadistic of the two. The King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms looked far and wide for their daughter but she was nowhere to be found. Rhaella fell pregnant with Petyr's child and despite all of the abuse she endured, she would refuse to let herself hate her child. She didn't have a mean bone in her body, only feeling love for the baby growing inside of her. Rhaella had picked out the name Rhaegar, after her deceased uncle. She spent the majority of her time daydreaming of the life she could have with her son, even if they were being held captive. Unfortunately, Rhaella was only sixteen. Her body was not ready for childbirth and she bled to death giving birth to her son. Edward was then raised by his cruel father and his crude uncle, enduring the same abuse his mother had. It was always physical and emotional, never sexually luckily. The boy grew up like a street kid in Essos, fighting for scraps and always covered on dirt. He was a wild child, that was for sure. But his true identity was discovered by some spies sent by Daenerys. Knights returned and turned the port town upside down in search of the secret Prince. Edward, fearing for his life, fled and ran to his father. His father cursed him for being so careless but they began to escape on a ship. But, the ship was raided by the Queensguard. They killed his uncle right before his eyes and before anything else could be done, his father shoved him off of the ship and into the rough waves and current below. The Knights then slaughtered his father and he was dragged out to sea by the current. He spent a few days, just adrift in the ocean. At one point, he hit his head on some coral very hard and blacked out. He woke, what seemed like years later. But it had only been a day or so. He was in this new land, one he didn't recognize. And he had no memory of who he was or who he had been. He was a blank slate, not knowing a single thing about the world. A kind woman approached him and said that some children in the port had found his body floating and pulled it on shore. He had hit his head really hard and had been dehydrated and was starving. If he hadn't washed up when he did, he would have died. So Edward simply thanked her and she welcomed him into her home. She was a Lady and her husband was a Lord and they resided over the small coastal town, known as Lion's Coast. The woman, Lucille, spoke of how she and her husband had no children. Lucille was barren and they had tried for many years with nothing but headache and loss. So they accepted the eight year old boy as their own, naming him and giving him their name. He was raised in Lion's Coast, learning how to sword fight and various other skills a man would learn.

Edward grew very close with his new parents, loving them with all of his heart. He felt very blessed to have them, doing whatever he could for them when they asked. He was an angel child, never really acting out against them. He grew wiser and more handsome as the years went on, his swordsmanship only getting better and better. He became one of the most sought out men in Lion's Coast, every noble wanting their daughter to marry him. He was flattered by their actions but none ever truly caught his eye. He began to travel when he was seventeen, wanting to see more and more of the world. He wrote his parents every week to let them know how he was doing. He traveled all over, reading different books and learning about different cultures and languages. He wanted to find the place he felt like he belonged. He loved his parents but he always felt as if she wasn't meant to be there. That he was destined for so much more. Edward saw all of Essos and Westeros, finding all of it fascinating. He came back home and was drafted into the King's army. His mother cried and begged him not to go but he said it was his duty, and he would rather go than his father. His mother then hastily agreed and the family said their goodbyes. Edward was gone off to war for what seemed like centuries. The King was greedy and commanded for them to take over the more native lands, making them bend to his will. At one point, they had crossed the sea to Westeros. They battled a small army in the North and helped out the Stark family. The Starks allowed the soldiers to stay in Winterfell to rest and replenish and that was where Edward met Lyanna. He had never seen anyone so beautiful and he knew he could never let her go. She became his ray of sunshine, his reason for existing. He fell deeply in love with her and she fell deeply in love with him. The two began a passionate affair and within months, the two were married. Edward was twenty and Lyanna was eighteen. The two moved back to Lion's Coast, knowing the King was fine with the lands he had conquered for now. He built a home for he and Lyanna, right on the hill overlooking the ocean. Lyanna adored their home and within months, she was pregnant. Everything seemed to be going alright with the pregnancy, there were no complications. Until Lyanna went into labor. That was one of the darkest days of Edward's life. Lyanna began to bleed out as she went into labor, already so close to death before she had even begun pushing. Something was wrong. The midwife could tell the umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby's neck and killing her. Lyanna screamed for her to save her baby and the midwife obliged. Much to her own heartbreak, the midwife cut Lyanna's stomach open. Lyanna's screams could be heard throughout all of Lion's Coast. The midwife was able to get the baby out, announcing it was a girl. She cut the umbilical cord from the baby's neck and the child began to breath normally once more. Lyanna held her baby once more the light faded from her eyes, her soul leaving this world. Edward lost his wife that day but also gained a daughter. He went into a deep mourning, only feeling the need to live because of his daughter. He raised his daughter alone, having help from his mother some of the time. He raised her to be wild and intelligent and fiesty but a lady, all wrapped into one. She grew to become a beautiful young girl that most compared to being around Life itself. Her presence alone was like being kissed by the sun. Everyone in Lion's Coast adored her and she became a very well known girl throughout the town.

Edward became happier as time went by, the loss of losing his wife not so fresh. He watched his daughter mature and grow older and he felt nothing but joy. He knew his Lyanna was looking down at the two of them and watching over them. Edward educated his daughter and she became just as curious about the world as he had been. The two began to travel the world together, letting her see all the world had to offer her. She picked up on poetry, writing poems about all of the wonders she had seen. Edward grew fonder of his daughter with each passing day. When she was five, they traveled to Volantis together. Unfortunately, shortly after their arrival, a terrible plague swept over the city. Alyce was hit with the plague was Edward came to find out he was immune. He watched as his daughter died before his eyes and he held her in his arms when she drew her dying breath. He had lost both of his reasons for living and he wanted nothing more than to die. But he knew he couldn't do that to his parents. So he returned home and buried his daughter beside her mother and shut himself off. He felt nothing, he made himself numb. He traveled to Wulfhaven, immersing himself in the army. He would fight battle after battle, just wanting to feel something. He began to drink heavily and would sleep with women as often as he could. Coming across a brothel, he realized he had an attraction toward men as well. So he slept with a few men as well, just trying to feel something, anything but pain. Edward fought and trained as hard as he could and within a year, he was moved up in the ranks and given the title of Gold Knight. He sobered up and became a dedicated leader, not wanting any of his men to die while he was in command. He is strategic with his battle plans and buries himself in the work, refusing to let himself think about the loss of his daughter, which he blames himself for.

family:

Rhaella Targaryen II | Birth Mother - Deceased - Died in Childbirth

Peytr Baratheon | Birth Father - Deceased - Killed by Knight

Lucille Lionsdale | Adoptive Mother - Alive - Lady of Lion's Coast

Salas Lionsdale | Adoptive Father - Alive - Lord of Lion's Coast

Lyanna Stark II | Wife - Deceased - Died in Childbirth

Alyce Lionsdale | Daughter - Deceased - Killed by Plague

headcanons:

- Edward writes to his parents every Friday, just before he goes to bed

- Edward practices his swordplay by himself when he needs to think

- Edward often fiddles with the ring around his neck when he's thinking

- Edward is an expert archer, claimed to be one of the best in Wulfhaven

- Edward has all of the proper training for a Lord and often has better manners than the King

- Edward loves to read and will often times be found reading in some kind of sunshine

- Edward used to draw but once his wife and daughter passed, he hasn't done it. He has many drawings of his wife and many of his daughter

- Edward has a fluidity to his sword fighting, almost looking as if he is dancing half the time

- Edward is curious about everything and loves exploring

- Edward always seems to get into some kind of trouble

- Edward is very religious, although he doesn't seem like it

- Edward also has a very strong moral compass and feels sick when he strays from his moral path

- Edward spends hours on horseback, just exploring the countryside

- Edward's favorite fruit is apples

- Edward loves to cook

- Edward is also en excellent hunter and tracker

- Edward tends to be overly cautious sometimes

- Edward curses under his breath often

- Edward visits the brothel often and depending on how he's feeling, he goes between a man and a woman. Sometimes both. But he always treats them with nothing but respect and gentle touches, not having the heart to hurt someone like that

- Edward wishes he could be a bird often times so he can fly away

- Edward is a bit a broody bean that just needs to be held and dominated for once

Arthur Morgan · Mar 20th 2019

ooo i already love him tbh c: you picked such a cute face claim i’m dying

pip! · Mar 21st 2019

all done!

Arthur Morgan · Mar 21st 2019

pfft i love him even more tbh

kustaa honestly will be very intrigued by edward; he definitely would be someone he’s never seen or met before & would be completely obsessed with his golden locks

dominating is what kustaa does best *wink*

but honestly i feel like once these two get close, they could open up about how they both lost their children? and while kustaa’s wife never died, he still lost her after their two kids died you know? [which could be a thicc plot idea since jorunn isn’t dead she could happen to show up out of no where and try to rekindle their love? but kustaa and edward would already be on a set track of being considered lovers and so now kustaa is conflicted somehow even tho he’s in love with edward, jorunn desperately wants to be with kustaa and have more kids and it’s like?? jorunn could also not be so keen on edward cause she would see him as her “replacement” or whatever?]

okay so if you have any plot ideas i would love to hear them lol cause i could go all day with plots for this

also i can start the role play off if you would like c:

pip! · Mar 21st 2019

omg i would love that so much! it would cause so much angst between the two lovers and would start to drive a wedge between the two of them. because while edward will really love him, he doesn't want to feel second best, especially to a woman. not a sexist thing, he just knows she can offer him so much more than he could. so he'll be all moody about that. and i can totally see them bonding over losing their children and like, edward could get super drunk one night and just start crying in his arms, telling him how he blames himself for alyce's death. and that could bring them closer.

and that's totally fine with me for you to have the opening post! i need to make a fancy post for him anyways

Arthur Morgan · Mar 21st 2019

oof yess tbh i feel like i may have jorunn somehow be near wolfhaven? since she left kustaa over ten years ago and was never seen in his homeland again she more then likely traveled to get as far away as possible?

anyway, even tho kustaa loves his wife (more so the respect side of things) he couldn’t see himself with her again; even tho he is conflicted, he knew that his heart belongs to edward. but honestly kustaa wouldn’t understand why edward was being moody with him, since he’s not very good at understanding other people’s emotions? tho he soon figures it out and tries to make it up to him cause kustaa would never want to hurt edward like that again & wouldn’t want him to feel as though he’s “second best”

oh god please, kustaa would be taken back for a moment but would simply hold edward close and stroke his back & run his hands threw his hair, trying to comfort him in saying that it wasn’t his fault and might even shine light on a religious aspect since edward is pretty religious? or something like that trying to help edward the best way he can

maybe kustaa could do a super nice thing for edward and pay a highly skilled artist to recreate a picture of his late wife & child together? since edward used to draw a lot and had a few drawn of them?

idk why but the darker plot that i made about how edward could be knocked over the side of the head and be taken by kustaa’s followers just gives me muse? like i enjoy angst a lot, but kustaa honestly would just swoop in and save the day and won’t leave edwards side the whole day? ~~i see kustaa being a bit of a protective person over edward & want to give him the entire world if he could & spoil him rotten~~

i’ll have a post up by tomorrow morning then! also i apologize if i’m talking to much! i just have so much muse and so many plots that idk what to do with lol

pip! · Mar 21st 2019

okay i am soooo down for all of this! maybe he could give the drawing to edward on his birthday and he just stares at the picture for a moment and then hugs him, as tight as he can handle. he'll be so touched by the idea of kustaa getting someone to make the drawing. i think adding in the religious aspect when he's crying, would definitely help edward and make him feel better. and omg i love that idea! honestly, i want edward to get kidnapped alot???? idk why. like one time could be that it's a rival tribe of kustaa's and they take edward and torture him and kustaa just slaughters everyone and just rushes to edward and is like "are you okay? they didn't touch you did they? i'll kill them again if they did" and he's untying edward and edward just has this adorable smile on his face and looks at kustaa and is like "i love you, you know that?"

and OHHHH le gasp, what if that's the first time he says i love you? omg i love them so much already. and don't apologize! us talking about different plots gives me soooo much muse for this thread so i'm down

Arthur Morgan · Mar 21st 2019

[kustaa would just be in awe for like a mintue while he’s untying him, like a mouth open smile is just plastered across his face “damn, i wanted to say it first” but tells him that he loves him as well and threw out that whole day it’s nothing but being all starry eyed with kustaa

edward is gonna have kustaa wrapped around his finger tbh like damn lmao

maybe around the time when edward becomes king he could get kidnapped again? like it could be a few people that still follow the tyrant king, but they shield their true identity by being close advisories to edward? since edward wouldn’t really have a reason to not be alone with them, so they take advantage of that and kidnap him & bring him to the tyrant king? [if we decide on killing the tyrant king or not, it could be someone else, like the hand to the king?] & i also like the idea of when edward is being “sworn” in as the new king, kustaa could maybe go in awe again when he sees him in super elegant clothing & jewels & it just makes him look even more beautiful to kustaa so during like the “party” or get together thing after he is made the new king, kustaa would just lovingly poke and tease him threw out the night?? maybe someone says something about it and it becomes an issue at some point?

i also like the idea of when edward is sent to go with kustaa by the king to see what his home land is like; that kustaa is softening up a bit by this point [i can’t remember from what i wrote in the original plot but i think around this time edward & kustaa would be friends?] & threw out his time on his homeland kustaa acts a little more protective then he would admit? maybe one one tries to give edward a hard time, since edward wouldn’t exactly fit in with the community he will stick out like a sore thumb so kustaa acts like his protector even if edward doesn’t know it or doesn’t want it lol

okay so this post is kinda choppy and broken & long lmao you don’t have to match this i just wanted to give you a feel on what i was thinking and stuff lol i’m just so pumped for this plot/thread!!

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crystal clear sky’s, the sound of the waves hitting against the ships and the smell of the sea. this was, in kustaa’s honest opinion, the best part about sailing the open waters. a point of clarity and peace before the unexpecting thrills of war. his dark blue, almost violet, eyes were cracked only a little as he starred into the clear blue sky. the faint breeze that swept by made a peaceful sigh escape from his lungs, the breeze helped counteract with the blaring sun over head. while kustaa could only hear the sound of the waves crashing against the ship, rocking him back and forth as if he was a babe in his mother’s cradle, the reality was that the ship was filled with chattering men, thundering barks from powerful hounds & the beating of drums that helped the vikings for a constant rhythm while rowing.

though in all honestly, this was going to be the first time kustaa has ever traveled in this direction before; he’s only raided far west into territory he knows like the back of his hand. this new land will be undiscovered territory for his clan, what plunders they might find. it would be a new adventure for kustaa, he’s been looking forward to it ever since he came up with the idea to travel this far north; though many felt that this would be a lost cause. many laughed at the thought of his idea, that there would be land for the taking this far north to them. it seemed impossible to most of those that lived within his kingdom, but no matter how many people discouraged him; he was more determined then ever to convince the earl t let them raid these foreign lands. while kustaa thought the earl was rather.. idiotic at times, he was greatful that she gave him the opportunity to go on this venture.. but definitely at a price. whatever riches they would, she would take 80% of it (which pissed him off more then anything.. but there wasn’t much for him to do.) With the deal he struck with the earl, he managed to get a party of vikings that were willing to follow him across the seas in order to find new land, those willing to fight with him. there were many that thought he was crazy, but there were those that felt the same way. kustaa managed to get a party of over 45 cut throat vikings ready to sails across the sea with him.. and hats just what they were gonna do.

kustaa propped himself up from where he was laying, shifting his weight onto his elbows as they dug into the reindeer coat he had been wearing. his piercing blue eyes scanned the broad horizon as they continued to sail north, beating his chest only got faster and faster as the longer they sailed. he looked back to his fellow vikings, fifteen to be exact, that happened to be in the same boat as him. alongside them were six different boats, all filled with his companions. all he could do was just watch them, seeing them move around the ship, taking care of the ship as they went along.

kustaa, his name rolled off the mans tongue like a piece of ice rolled down a hot surface, the stocky built man with a face full of curly red hair made his way over to him. kustaa turned his head to see who had called, and it was none other then saga. he’s had issues with him before and kustaa has made it clear that if he so happened to challenge him he would throw him over board and leave him as fish food. a low snarl was building within his chest as he starred at him, wondering what he wanted. are you sure we are heading in the right direction? he said, his brown eyes fixed on kustaa. the look in his eyes showed worry and frustration, he seemed to have been questioning kustaa’s judgement.

you seemed worried.. as if you don’t trust me in getting you to our destination safely kustaa said, his tone short and rash. chopping down his bottom lip made a metallic taste form, the bitter sensation made him wrinkle his mouth a tad as he just looked at the younger man. have faith.. and sit your ass down would you? he snapped, glaring at the man. saga grunted and backed off, going back to where he was originally sitting. in all honestly, kustaa wasn’t exactly sure if they were going the right direction; he just had his gut telling him it was right. kustaa sighed and pushed himself upward, standing on his feet and stretching out his back. he scanned the boat before heading over to a small cage that was strapped to the mast. reaching his hand out he opened the cage and gently pulled out a pitch black crow, caressing it’s head with the side of his finger, a small smile growing on his face.

the raven is an iconic and magical creature in their viking world. It is a powerful symbol of war and is believed to be the eyes and ears of the chief viking god, Odin. while this majestic black bird was highly respected and treated as royalty, in return they were used to help aid them while on long voyages; if they didn’t return it meant that land was near. this older raven was kustaa’s personal bird, a companion if you will. his stunning blue eyes gazed at the older bird with such compassion, he held her in his large hands as if he was holding a new born babe. kustaa turned on his heels and walked towards the front of the boat, looking up in the sky as he realased the bird, watching her fly off. the sound of her flapping wings filled his ears, a few black feathers falling and landing in the crystal blue water.

now they must wait. will there be land or will they be screwed? only time would tell.

*time skip to when they get to land.*

as kustaa pulled out his sword and held up his shield, he held a grimacing smile on his face as he got out of the ship, his feet landing in the ice cold sea. as he made why towards the land, his eyes scanned the unknown terrains. the sight of such beauty made his heart race, the fact that he was right all this time just made the palms of his hands sweat. he couldn’t wait till they ventured back home and rub it in everyone who doubted him; but that was hear nor there. kustaa just wanted to see what this new found land had to offer his people.

kustaa.. you were right.. this land.. it’s.. amazing said rollo, an older viking among them. his long brown hair flew within the wind, his hazel eyes wide from such a sight. he wasn’t sure what else to say since he half doubted kustaa the whole time, but now he was sure rollo would never doubt him again. what can i say.. i knew i was right all this time. now will you all stop second guessing him? kustaa said with slight humor in his tone. kustaa! i think we have a friend! someone called out, making him turn his head to see what they were pointing at. the sight of silver iron seemed to covering the figure of a man, watching him mount his dark brown horse and gallop off into the distance. ah.. it seemed that their presence had been noticed.. the more the better he supposed. what shall we do kustaa? rollo asked, his tone monotone. kustaa shrugged his shoulders as he picked up his shield again, turning back to look at rollo what do you think? why do you suppose we are here? to just sight see and go home? no you fool! we shall push forward and see what this land has to offer us! kustaa said loudly, his voice laced with ambition, his eyes large.

and whoever gets in our way will taste the iron of our swords! he bellowed, his fellow men all agreed and yelled along side him.

and so they were off.

~~~

a small village. that’s what kustaa saw, his eyes scanning everything in sight. it seemed to be a quiet little village, not more then forty people must have occupied the place. wonder what sort of riches they had kustaa thought. we should rush them now kustaa.. while we have the chance said rollo, making kustaa shake his head. maybe.. but i feel like we should wait just a tad bit longer. kustaa said, looking back at rollo who had disappointment in his eyes. why did he want to wait? he wasn’t sure, he just had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. they didn’t know what type of weapons they had or what kind of warriors they were, he didn’t want to risk his men. hell, they could have been fierce warriors he didn’t know. that’s why he wanted to wait, he wanted to strike when they were most vulnerable. as he watched the small village go along with their day, unknown to them that their world would go crashing down.

heart wrenching screams, the bellowing sound of cows, the ground looked like a racing river of thick metallic blood. what happened to waiting you might ask? well, kustaa honestly couldn’t wait any longer and it seemed like it was the perfect time to strike (more so kustaa couldn’t wait any longer) as kustaa stood in the middle of the village, he watched as his fellow vikings slaughter their enemies. the sound of flesh being sliced and the crushing of bone was like music to his ears. there wasn’t anything better then being in battle, destroying his enemies and having their blood running down his sword was more then peaceful to him. blood ran down his face as if the sky was pouring down with the stuff, his clothes were soaking with the rich metallic liquid. kustaa has a crazed look in his eyes, a psychotic smirk was growing on his face as he took his sword and thrusted it into the back of a nearby man. the sight of blood exploding from such an impact made him laugh slightly, twisting his sword in a full 180 degree turn. the sound of the mans breast bone shattering and the ear piercing scream that came from him only made him laugh louder. he watched as his heart exploded from his chest, his heart sliding down the shaft of his sword. the slow beating of the muscle started to beat slower and slower before it completely stopped. the mans face was drained of any life, his skin was as white as the snow glaciers in his home land. kustaa pulled the sword from out of the the dead man and let him fall to the ground, his blood forming a large pool around the dead man. all kustaa did was walk over him, stepping into the warm liquid.

it didn’t take long for the last person to come to their unexpected end. the last man fought like a true champion, but he was nothing compare to the sheer strength of the viking that struck him down. one clean cut made his head go flying, landing into a heaping pile of hay. at this point, kustaa just wanted to find their beloved treasure.. that’s what they came to find in this foreign land anyway. key kustaa.. i think we might have found their treasure called out one of the men. kustaa made his way over to where four of his men were at. they were stopped in front of a rather large building, though the front door seemed to have been locked. what are you waiting for? break it down hissed kustaa as he watched them kick down the doors. it only took them three times to get it down, but once they made it inside they could tell that this was a place worth protecting. whoever or whatever these people are.. they sure as hell have some good taste in expensive stuff said loki, a younger member in the ranks. kustaa was more then impressed with what they found, he was actually a bit surprised with how much gold was within these walls. the sight of white gem stones and glittering blue diamonds were a sight to see, kustaa had never seen such dark and beautiful rubies before in all his life.

as they filled their bags with unbelievable treasures, they headed off back into the direction of their boats. this trip was just one of many, kustaa wanted to come back to such prosperous land, he could tell that this could maybe be a good home for his fellow vikings back home. though as kustaa day dreamed, his many thoughts came to and end as the bellowing sound of a horn ripped through the air. the sound could make milk into buttermilk, it was that horrid. they all stopped in their tracks, their feet buried in the golden sand. shit was all kustaa could say, he looked up at the horizon as he saw a bunch of unknown foes on top of the near by hill. he gritted his teeth as he watched them get closer and closer, gripping his sword in his hand as his men got closer together, getting into defensive positions. eh, a few more wouldn’t hurt them. kustaa wasn’t afraid, he was ready to face whatever the gods were to throw at him. his fate was already destined for him.. so whatever was to happen to kustaa, he was willing to live with.

pip! · Mar 22nd 2019

twenty seven | gold knight of wulfhaven | bisexual/biromantic | widower

Edward woke to the sun shining down on his pale skin, his eyes narrowing before blinking quickly. He exhaled, letting his blurry vision clear before looking around. He rubbed his eyes, snaking his arm out from under the person beside him. He glanced over, seeing the lover he had had the night before. His name was Raul and he was a kind boy but Edward could tell he was starting to gain feelings for the knight. Edward knew this would be the last time they slept together, which made Edward upset. As much as he tried to drown his sorrows in other people, he cared about the men and women he slept with. Raul was one of them. Edward took this time to turn over on his side, his skin being kissed by the sunlight and almost making him glow. He reached forward and brushed a dark strand of Raul's hair from his face. A small smile curled onto his pink lips, saddened by having to say goodbye to Raul. He wanted a better future for him, not to spend the rest of his life being a sad knight's lover. He wanted Raul to do what he had always dreamed, to travel the world. Maybe he could even fall in love along the way. Edward studied the features of his face, his finger gently brushing over the scruff of a beard he had forming on his cheeks. The knight watched as Raul moved slightly but did not stir. Edward blinked, turning his attention to Raul's body. The boy was on the thinner side, like Edward. But he was still muscular where it counted. His body was tan and in the morning light, his skin looked radiant. Edward traced random shapes on Raul's bare back before pushing himself to sit up. The both of them had slept naked, nothing but a silk sheet over the both of them. Luckily, this brothel worked like a hotel as well. So he could stay in a separate room with whatever lover he had chosen and have privacy. Edward ran a hand through his curly blonde locks, pushing himself to the edge of the bed. He set his feet flat on the ground and rested his elbows on his knees. He was stressed, obviously. He ran his hands through his hair, his right hand tangling in his hair for a moment. The heaviness of war loomed over him like a storm cloud and his mind danced back to his happy moments before fighting for his King. His hand reached upward, to the beautiful diamond ring around his neck. His blue eyes saddened at the memory and a deep frown settled in his brows. Before he could drown himself further in his thoughts, Raul wrapped his arms around his lover from behind. Edward jumped a bit but then relaxed with a small smile when he saw it had only been Raul.

"What is troubling you?" Raul asked, his words thick was an accent. Raul had been born in Essos but he had never told Edward where, afraid to open up about his harsh past. Which Edward understood all too well. Edward rested his hand on top of Raul's and simply shook his head. "Don't worry about me. Go back to sleep." Edward said in a soft voice, kissing Raul's hand before pushing himself to stand. Raul watched him with concern in his dark eyes as Edward threw a red robe over his body. Edward slipped on some black pants, pulling his hair out from under his robe. He left his robe open, exposing his torso and his stomach but now with his pants, he was covered at least. Edward came back over to Raul, seeing the worried expression on his face. Raul wrapped his arms around Edward's stomach, clinging to him as he knelt on the bed. "This war troubles you so. Why are you so devoted to this King when he makes you question your morals?" Raul asked, looking up at his lover. Edward inhaled deeply, shaking his head. He never opened up and the few times he did, it was pillow talk. Either with Raul or Elaine, a woman he visited often in the brothel. Edward sat down beside Raul and ran a hand through Raul's dark hair, feeling his lover curl up into his arms. "He is my King. I must do as he asks, Raul. Damn the consequences." Edward spoke in a deeper tone. Raul knew he would cross a line if he kept pressing so he decided to do what he did best. Seduce Edward and help him forget about all of his worries. Raul leaned forward and began to kiss Edward's neck and before long, Edward was in bed with Raul once more. The two shared a passionate few hours, Edward able to get all of his frustration and stress out in the act. Edward kissed Raul once they were both done and then began to get dressed. Edward knew he had to meet with the King and travel to the battlefield together. They had heard stories of a few clans causing trouble in the south and that they could possibly be coming north. Edward said his goodbyes to Raul, kissing his forehead and leaving the money for his time on the bedside table, as well as some extra just because he cared for the boy. Edward was in his armor already, knowing he'd meet with the King and then travel immediately to battle. Edward walked outside, looking around at the busy streets. People hollered as they tried to sell their products, children ran around and played, ladies gossiped as they eyed Edward with a hungry stare. Edward smiled with a small chuckle, shaking his head. He grabbed onto his horse's saddle and threw himself up on the horse, grabbing the reigns. With a simple and gentle kick at the mare's side, he began to ride toward the castle.

Edward rode through the city, admiring the mix of all of the colors. It was mostly a mix of browns, tans, and beige colors. But there were pops of colors that really caught his eye. Blue from the vendor who sold sapphire jewelry. Green from the woman who sewed fancy silk dresses for the ladies in the kingdom. Red from the brilliant and shiny apples. Yellow from the kind old man who sold flowers, and often gave flowers away for free to young couples. He adored the city, as much as he hated the war. He loved the mix of all of the people, feeling as if everyone went together like they were meant to be. Edward arrived to the castle, slowing his mare to a trot. He gently patted the side of her neck, letting a comforting coo fall from his lips. Her name was Nymeria and she had been his mare for a little over a year. He had raised her from a colt when her mother got sick and died. He adored her, always admiring how gentle she was with her movements. She wasn't trained like the other war horses had been but she was the fastest horse on the battlefield, making it easy for Edward to attack and weave between warriors. Edward led her to the stables and hopped off of her, landing on the hay with a slight thud. He whistled, signaling the stable boy over and the clumsy boy came running over. "I'll only be gone for a few minutes, thirty at most. Feed her an apple or two and make sure she gets plenty of water." Edward spoke and flipped a gold coin at the stable boy with a charming smile. The stable boy thanked him numerous times before moving to attend to Nymeria. Edward exhaled and adjusted his sword belt, not looking forward to killing anyone today. Edward was a peaceful man, despite how powerful and crazed war made him feel. He hated killing other and when returning home from battle, he would spend hours praying. He felt he didn't deserve the Gods' forgiveness, for anything he had done. So he was always praying, hoping they would someday hear him and understand how sorry he was for his actions. Edward lifted his blue gaze, his eyes glazing over with a serious tone. He stepped forward, heading toward the castle. He arrived to the main part of the castle within a few minutes and then cut to the right, heading to the King's council room, which he was surely in. Edward knocked on the heavy door and a gruff voice from the inside told him to come inside, who he knew to be the King. Edward entered the room, bowing before his King. The King simply waved his hand and Edward stood up straight, a thoughtful frown on his brow. He approached the King, seeing the grave expression on his ruler's face. His blue eyes scanned over the map on the table, seeing the different places they had already conquered and the different uprisings. Most of the uprisings were in the West, with the people who were considered to be a bit more wild. Edward knew the King was greedy and a tyrant but what else could he do? He was a knight, a young man. He had no influence over a man like the King.

Edward was about to discuss the battle strategies he had planned for if the clan from the south did come north and invade but before he could, the door swung open violently. Edward grabbed his sword's handle immediately, unsheathing his sword a little and standing protectively in front of the King. Before them was a boy, barely sixteen, panting heavily and covered in sweat. Edward narrowed his eyes, his fierce blue eyes daring the boy to speak. The boy gulped quickly and opened his mouth to speak, "My Lord, Your Highness, I am a Squire for Sir Barrington. He saw that viking clan from the south make port in the port village. They seemed to be out for blood." The squire said quickly, the fear clear in his voice. The boy was just a teenager so Edward understood. Edward looked back at the King and he simply nodded, allowing Edward to take control of the situation. Edward stepped forward, sheathing his sword back into his hilt. His blue eyes focused on the scared boy and his facial expression held a grave tone. "Tell Sir Barrington to gather the troops and meet the King and I on the northern hill of the village." Edward spoke, his voice deep and commanding. The squire quickly nodded and sprinted out of the room, presumably running off to tell his master to prepare for battle. The King walked past Edward, his sword belt around his waist as he placed the golden crown on his head. Edward simply followed after his King, following him to the stables. The King climbed onto his steed, an older dark brown horse. He had rode the steed for as long as Edward could remember and his name was Thunderstorm. The steed had been named by one of the King's daughters before she had been killed by a bear while hunting. The King had never been the same after losing her. Edward and his King rode side by side, their horses galloping and kicking up dirt as they went. Edward leaned into his horse slightly, the wind dancing through his hair and making him look even more magnificent than he already was. He sat up as they came closer to the battle grounds, where Sir Barrington had gathered the troops. Edward gave the knight a slight nod before he turned his head, looking over his view from the hill. He stared down at the travesties these men and done, all the people they had killed. All of the blood. Edward clenched his jaw and the knight beside him blew the battle horn, signalling their incoming. Edward was behind the King as he led his troops down the hill, the horses huffs and groans filling the air. The arrived right before the viking clan and Edward brought Nymeria to a halt, his piercing eyes staring down the vikings. The King attempted to communicate with the vikings but they stare at him like he was some rambling idiot. Edward held back the need to roll his eyes, his eyes resting on one viking in particular. The way he was standing, he seemed to be the leader of this clan. Nymeria shifted and Edward calmed her, brushing her neck. Edward stared at the leader for a few more moments, taking in his beauty. A small smile curled onto Edward's lips before it fell and he looked at his King, wondering what they would do next.

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Arthur Morgan · Mar 22nd 2019

ooc; sorry if this is kinda worded weird lmao cx

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the sun radiated against the ink covered brute, orbs of green & blue were locked on the traveling stampede of metal covered men & grunting stallions. kustaa kept his head high as he gripped the bottom of his lip within his sharpen teeth, they were weapons within themselves. he’s been known to rip off people’s ears with just a chomp of his teeth, or leave the occasional love mark against a lovers skin. taste of bitter metal filled his mouth as kustaa felt a tear begin to form down the center of his lip, a growl rumbling from within his throat. what were these people going to do? were they to kill them where they stood or were they just going to stand there and watch them as if they were some freak show? well, kustaa wouldn’t not call themselves a freak show cause in all honesty, compared to the more so elegant looking men that soon surrounded them, kustaa’s group were more.. roughened.

kustaa was no sight for sour eyes, his sun kissed skin was completely covered in assortment of black ink, all of which held their own tales that could fill a story book or two. scars imbedded within his body like rope wrapped around a post that held a ship in port, they gave him a more intimidating look that could strike fear in the hearts of even brave soldiers. the life he’s endured that helped shape kustaa into what he is standing today, the one that single handily lead his people to new foreign lands that one could only imagine, he wouldn’t take back anything he’s ever done or ever experienced. the hardships, the deaths, the deep rooted loss.. it must have meant something or the gods are just sadistic with what they put him threw.

it seemed as though they were at a standstill, a language barrier had blocked the two opposing sides. while it was no surprise, the looks of confusion swept over the faces of ever viking. a soft roll of kustaa’s eyes were all he could do, his harden stance seemed to soften as he left his feet be engulfed by the warm, wet sand. what is he saying kustaa? said one man, his voice was so heavily accented and so coarse that any outsider would give up on talking too. forest green and shimmering sapphire eyes traced along the faces of each solider that he could see, the sight of a golden crown sitting upon the older mans head seemed to attract his attention. a loud chick escaped past kustaa’s lips, blood stained lips curled into a smile. his inked, muscular arm lifted forward with a sharpened sword in tow, pointing at the crown wearing individual. sounds of swords unsheathing filled the silence, an arched eyebrow creeping upon his face. huh, they don’t seem to play around do they?

he must their king.. he seems.. weak in a way he said, his tone neutral as he held the sword forward. but with a swift motion he let the sword glide threw his hand and back into his holster. a wicked grin still plastered onto his face as he just let his multi-colored eyes lock on the king. what should we do? kill them? we can just stand here! rollo spoke up, his tone was bitter and hostile. kustaa let out a roughed snarl, his attention on him they easily could kill us where we stand rollo, but they haven’t so they just want something from us.. he said, trailing off as he turned his head once again to look at the king, but his attention seemed to be drawn away to a head full of golden jewels of locks. he would be lying if the sight of the smaller man didn’t interested him, because it certainly did. back home, you never see anyone with golden locks.. or anything golden to say the least. so, it was definitely a change of scenery for kustaa but it was definitely a scene he wouldn’t mind seeing more of.

after staring for a few more moments, kustaa blinked his orbs and shook his head, a deep threatening snarl came from his chest as his group of killers began to stir uneasily calm down! i’ll talk to them.. he said, his voice seemed to be uncertain for once in his life but nevertheless, kustaa needed to speak with them. if they do anything, so much as make a move towards you, i’ll gut them like the fish they are rollo spoke, his axe in hand as he glared towards the soldiers. kustaa’s hand raised silently as he just looked at the foreign men in front of him. right off the bat, kustaa wasn’t exactly sure what to say.. hell, they came to their lands and slaughtered a village full of people.. they sure did have a right to kill him where he stood. which was what interested him so much, why weren’t they?

you must forgiven my friends manners.. they weren’t taught any his tone was again, neutral but it had swirls of aggression. eyes looked back and forth between the two sides, unsure as to how they will react. what was it you were saying before? i didn’t quite hear you tone shifting, eyes narrowing down as he starred down the older king.

pip! · Mar 22nd 2019

twenty seven | gold knight of wulfhaven | bisexual/biromantic | widower

Edward narrowed his eyes as the vikings began to speak amongst themselves. From all of his traveling, he had learned so many languages. One of them, was the native tongue the vikings before him were speaking. His brows curved into a frown, listening to their words and tones in the way they spoke. He could tell they were much more brutish than the other vikings he had come across but then again, those vikings had been more peaceful than the clan before him. Edward narrowed his sea-blue eyes at the tattooed leader, his mare getting a little unsettled by the atmosphere. She began to shift and Edward calmed her, patting the side of her neck. He sat up once more and just as quickly as the viking leader had pulled out his sword and aimed it at Edward's King, Edward unsheathed this sword and held it out against the viking leader. His blue eyes shimmered with fire, almost daring the viking to do something. His pink lips curled into a snarl as he protected his King. Edward narrowed his eyes when he saw the amusement on the viking's face. He knew that if the viking made a move to further threaten his King, he would have no choice but to cut him down. Which made him upset. He thought the man to be one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen and he would hate to end his life when they could have simply had peace. Edward then looked around, seeing the leader's men tense and almost snarl, ready to kill. They looked almost animalistic in their movement and Edward couldn't help but compare them to savage dogs. As the viking leader sheathed his sword, Edward did the same. He remained tense as he settled his sword back into its sheath. He clenched his jaw hard, listening to the vikings call the King weak. He knew it would be better to just listen to their words, hear if they had any plans of attack before he showed he could translate. Edward watched the vikings begin to get unsettled, becoming restless. They obviously were craving blood, more blood than they had already taken. Edward looked around the village, looking around at all of the dead bodies. It made Edward grimace. He hated seeing the blood and the causalities of war. Edward brought his hard gaze back to the vikings and his blonde curls gently danced in the breeze as the wind picked up. Edward looked truly magnificent and strong in his armor and on top of his horse, his gloved hand resting on top of the hilt of his sword. Just in case.

Edward clenched his jaw, hearing the viking's unrest and their thirst for blood in their words. He lifted his chin, almost daring one of them to make a move. He may hate war and killing and his King wasn't the man he had wished him to be, but he had sworn an oath. Edward blinked, a serious tone in his expression. He almost resembled a feline, a lion to be exact. His eyes narrowed into slits and his eyes held the same intensity as a lion on the hunt. Edward adjusted his shoulders, almost as if he was ready to get off of his horse and fight these men at any given moment. Being one of the best knights Wulfhaven had ever known, he had learned how to be agile and quick with his movements, always staying on his guard and ready to strike like a viper. And then, the viking leader began to step forward. Edward tensed even more and his grip on the hilt of his sword tightened. He blinked, keeping his hardened gaze on the man before him. Edward lifted his chin as the viking leader gave his King a bit of an aggressive response. The King simply looked to Edward, a fire in his eyes. He nodded to Edward and the blonde knight shifted his gaze back to the small clan of viking men. He felt a small cocky smile fall on his lips but it disappeared once he began to speak in the viking's native tongue. "Manners or not, you've come to our land and slaughtered our people. Why have you come here? Treasure? Women? To conquer?" Edward said, a bit of venom in his sharp tone, his eyes turning to slits once more and resembling the feline he was so alike. "And I would advise for you to not call my King weak. If I told him what you had said, he'd have me and my men cut you down so I'd show some respect." Edward snapped, his words fierce and his attitude clearly showing he was a fighter. Edward clenched his jaw and inhaled deeply, turning to his King. The man told him to offer them peace in exchange for their freedom to return home. Edward was baffled by the King's words and a deep frown settled in his brow. He inhaled inwardly and then turned his icy gaze to the vikings once more, speaking their naive tongue again. "But, his Majesty has decided to be merciful. He will grant you peace and asylum but only if you return to your homeland within two days. He does not want more bloodshed on his land." Edward said, although it pained him to do so. Anyone else would have cut these men down. Why was the King offering peace? What could he possibly want with them? The King was a greedy man and never granted peace to the men he attacked or to those who attacked him. So why now?

-- sorry this totally sucks, my next response will be better. i'm just not feeling very well today

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Arthur Morgan · Mar 23rd 2019

ooc; oh i’m sorry you aren’t feeling to good! hopefully you feel better soon

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there wasn’t much that could surprise kustaa, with the things that he’s seen and the things he’s done in his life; there isn’t anything that could scare him. but, with a swift motion of his head as he let multi colored orbs land on the blonde haired man. pushing his lips together and slightly squinting his eyes at him, kustaa could feel his tongue physically shrivel up and keel over. it seemed that the blonde knight knew their language, not something many people could understand or care to learn. kustaa just let his eyes glare at his opponent, a warm feeling building up from within his chest that seemed to be very foreign. red, bubbling geysers started to form within kustaa’s mind, the intense warmth soon turned to something one could compare to dragons breath. volcanic ash and bubbling lava expelled from within his stomach, making it feel as though he was going to explode from the inside out. kustaa has never had anything or anyone get under his skin, not for several years; but this little blonde headed knight sure was giving him the run of his money.

not gonna lie— didn’t half expect for someone like you to understand a thing from something like me voice thick and smooth as honey, carmel ribbons of a monotonous vibe wrapped around his words. darken shades were staring back at the younger knight, a bushy black eyebrow started to arch up as kustaa listened to the tone that expelled from the others throat. all kustaa could do was let a smirk graze his face, while on the inside he could feel in inner demon hound clawing away at the lining of his stomach, aching to sink it’s powerful jaws into the throat of the man that stood before him. but, kustaa knew that he shouldn’t, for he wasn’t done entertaining and or being entertained by the elegant man. threw this interaction, kustaa hasn’t noticed the change of expression that his fellow vikings were giving. they were all surprised that the stranger could understand, let alone speak their foreign tongue. a few of them shifted uneasily, some had eyes set for death as they glared at the gold haired man that now stood at eye level; or should he say, three inches to eye level. soft growls soon turned to disgruntled snarls, which in turn had kustaa lift up his hand. a silent command that simply translated to “stand down” which made his men growl distastefully, but did as they were told.

warm flows of cooper liquid trailed down his throat, the bitter taste of death was a flavor that kustaa knew all to well. a wicked grin grew across the viking commanders face, pore-cline white teeth shinned like pearls that laid against a lady’s neck. the faintest of red tints seemed to stain the beautiful a ray of canines. land. that’s what we came for. his response was quick and to the point, the traveling band of stoic vikings hasn’t come for woman or to cause a whole war. they had been trained how to take land, either by force or by death.. and these poor folks had chosen death. treasure is only a bonus and woman? pfft, couldn’t be bothered when there’s pretty boys like you in this world~ words laced in milk and honey, a tease washed over the air. kustaa’s eyes effortlessly traced along the gold knights facial features and body covered in harden steel.

the tone in the knights voice shifted to a sharp snap. it was like lighting a match, kustaa saw that it didn’t take much to set the smaller blonde off. gentle orbs or green and blue soon turned into darker shades, damning everything in its path as he let his head turn slowly to look at the crown wearing king once more. well, we wouldn’t want that.. now do we? kustaa said gently, bowing his head in a slight joking way as he brought his head back up to show a damned smile plastered across his face. hearing what the king had to offer confused him slightly; from all the king’s & queens he’s met back home, they’ve never offered their enemies asylum and mercy. whats the catch? mighty strange for a king to offer such a deal— a deal that my men are grateful for looking back at his shield baring, axe wielding comrades, all of which were untrusting to the king’s words. but nevertheless, i don’t want anymore bloodshed either. kustaa said honestly, looking at the knight once more tell him it’s a deal

pip! · Mar 23rd 2019

twenty seven | gold knight of wulfhaven | bisexual/biromantic | widower

Edward wasn't surprised by the Viking's stunned look when he spoke their tongue. Most people would look at Edward and just see a knight, a young man without a care in the world. When in fact, he prided himself on being a scholar. He read and read and read. It was one of the main things he did when he was not off fighting his King's battles. He has also traveled the world. He had learned so many customs from so many people and learned so many languages. He would watch the Dothraki as they held a celebrate when a Khalessi held a child in her womb. The celebration was unlike anything he had ever seen but beautiful to him all the same. The knight held back a smirk at the Viking's comment and lowered his gaze for a moment before looking back up, his gaze captivating and inciting. Edward knew he was a handsome man, he had many lovers to prove it. He was courted often but Edward had a feeling he would never wed again. And if he ever did, the person would really and truly have to be someone special. Edward liked sleeping with people without any attachments. It made him forget about the pain he had buried so deeply inside of himself. Edward noticed the Vikings begin to get a bit disgruntled and a few even snarled at him. The knight narrowed his eyes and inhaled, waiting for them to attack. But when they didn't, his blue gaze fell to the leader. He had raised a hand, as if silencing them. And they listened. Like an alpha wolf commands his pack. Edward lifted his chin when he noticed the little bit of blood that stained the leader's lips and he narrowed his eyes. Had he ripped someone's throat out and there was residual blood? Or had he bitten his cheek or his lips raw? Edward pondered on this thought as the Viking's lips curled into a devilish grin. Edward heard his motives as he spoke, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword just out of habit. His stance was relaxed but one could easily tell, he could change within a split second and become a bloodthirsty animal. Edward blinked. And when the Viking said treasure was only a bonus, Edward couldn't help the scoff that left his lips. His scoff turned into a low chuckle as he shook his head. At the rest of the Viking's statement, Edward narrowed his eyes, his eyes turning to slits like a viper. His rose-tinted lips curled into a snarl and his grip tightened on his sword, his body becoming more tense. "Watch your tone, Viking." Edward barked, not liking that the Viking had just blatantly flirted with him. Sure, Edward was into men as well. But in his religion, it was a sin. Which was something Edward struggled with everyday. He also couldn't let his fellow knights know about what he liked, or even his King. The King had expressed multiple times his disgust for gay men and the thought scared Edward half to death. What would his King do if he found out his Gold Knight was a man who enjoyed the pleasures of men and women? He'd most likely be hanged and sentenced to burn for eternity. Edward flinched at the thought.

Edward blinked as the Viking mentioned that he didn't want the King to cut him down and the male narrowed his eyes a bit. The Viking seemed so fearless when it came to death but so protective of his men's lives at the same time. Edward had to admit, he had to admire that. The golden-haired knight inhaled, brushing his hair from his face. His whole body was covered, hating the scars all over his body but especially his burn scars. Which was why he always wore gloves. The black leather clung to his hands and irritated his scars but he'd rather have that than have his enemies see his scars. Edward was not his past and he hated for anyone to think him weak. Edward blinked and curiously looked at the knight as the Viking spoke with uncertainty about the King's deal. Even Edward had to admit, it was a strange thing for his King to offer. Normally, the King would strike these men down and then go off and whore around his Kingdom without letting it put a damper on his day. But this was different. The King wanted something from these men and Edward was determined to find out, knowing it couldn't be anything good. But what else did he have to lose? Edward simply nodded his head when the Viking finished speaking. He walked over to his King, the fatter ruler exhaling heavily. The King often didn't engage in battles and the reason he had conquered so many lands was because of Edward. But the King was the King and Edward was just a knight. "They accept the deal. What do we do now?" Edward asked his King as he looked up at his ruler. "Tell them to follow us. We will have a feast tonight to honor that we came to a peaceful arrangement and they will stay in the castle tonight. But, within two days, they must leave. And that we will keep one of them here, as insurance so they do no attack again." The King said to his knight and narrowed his eyes at the foreign warriors. Edward inhaled inwardly and nodded solemnly, approaching the Vikings once more. He spoke in their tongue, locking gazes with the leader. "My King would like for you to follow us. You will stay in the castle tonight and there will be a feast tonight to celebrate that no more blood was shed. You will be free to explore the Kingdom but as long as you follow our laws. And in two days time, you must leave and go back home. But, one of you must stay here. So we know that you will not attack again. You will not be forced to stay long, just until we feel the threat has passed." Edward explained, a deep frown on his brow. He nodded and walked over to his horse, climbing into the saddle. He settled himself on top of his horse and the King already began to ride off, obviously impatient to be back home. Edward blinked, motioning for the Vikings to follow him.

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Arthur Morgan · Mar 23rd 2019

languages always interested kustaa, it was one of the several ways for two human beings to communicate. the world held many beautiful foreign tongues that could easily pull you into a trance while there are some that make you scratch your head. during the moonlighted nights he’s spent with beautiful woman, many never spoke his roughed foreign tongue, but, there was never much talking that was taking place whenever kustaa came into their rooms. he spent his time listening to their elegant sounds of pure pleasure while the occasionally sentence was broken out, her words nothing but pure honey to the ears. time like those are when he wished he knew more then he already did, but there wasn’t much he could do now. during kustaa’s rather horrific childhood, neither of his parents taught him how to read or even write. it wasn’t important to them to teach their children how to write; it was more important to teach them how to fight. though, kustaa believed his parents couldn’t be bothered to teach them the basic skills that any normal child would learn. by the age of fourteen was when kustaa was finally subjected to the teachings of common literature and basic writing skills, his new family tried their best to teach him the ways of beautiful penmanship. alas, kustaa has a rough time reading or writing; the stoic viking wasn’t keen on showing weaknesses or even a shred of having disadvantages, so it’s a difficult topic for kustaa to bring himself to admit.

kustaa was taken back by the sudden snarl in response to his half assed flirt, it seemed that the golden flower wasn’t much for the interaction. within his religion, there isn’t much said about homosexuality as being a sin. having relations with one within your own gender group was never a real concern, many didn’t even think much about what another did within their own bedroom walls. as long as one married and reproduced, having sex with your same gender was never given a second thought. with that being said, kustaa was just taken a back but he had a feeling it was simply a misunderstanding or something of that nature. testy. relax golden boy; there was no meaning behind that he said, his eyes not looking at the foreign knight. nails digging into his ink littered skin as heat began to fill his head, figuratively speaking, white steam seemed to be blowing threw kustaas nose as would a red hot iron would do when presented to water. what was up with golden boy and getting under his skin?

arched eyebrows arose on kustaa’s forehead, the thought of a feast to celebrate what? there wasn’t much to celebrate, it seemed as though this king had a few things up his sleeve. seems rather strange, but nevertheless it doesn’t sound much like a bad idea.. his voice was laced with slight hesitation, kustaa wasn’t sure what to make of this interaction as he’s never been faced with such.. hospitality before. looking back at his men, his expression was soft but still threatening. while kustaa was no stranger to war, facing death straight on was no fear of his. his whole life was about killing and fending for himself, it was nothing but a blood bath. during this voyage kustaa has made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t let his selfish ways get the better of him; these men chose to follow him as their leader for this unpredictable adventure when they could have told him to fuck off. kustaa wouldn’t put their lives in harms way if he didn’t have to, so if he were to be offered a deal in order to keep the remainder of his men & woman from death then he would. come on, you heard the king.. y’all will get to eat. kustaa said to them, nodding his head as he turned his head back towards the knight. feasting didn’t sound like such a bad idea, since they hadn’t had an actual mean in over a week or so.

granted, the deal had its draw back. one would have to stay.. which seemed to make his men feel a little uncertain. they didn’t leave each other behind, they fought together they died together and leaving their fellow brethren behind in foreign country was not their most thought of idea. ill discuss that with my men; come to an agreement in a sort but i’ve already decided. he said, listening to the soft whispers of his men. but before that; lead the way golden boy.

pip! · Mar 24th 2019

twenty seven | gold knight of wulfhaven | bisexual/biromantic | widower

The Viking had accepted the King's offer. Edward blinked. He knew nothing good would come of this. This could only ever end in bloodshed. That was the way his King was. He killed and killed and killed until he got what he wanted. Well, more like he forced Edward to kill until he was satisfied. The blonde knight inhaled deeply as he stared at the Vikings. They had no idea that they had landed in another man's kingdom. But that was the risk with conquering, was it not? Edward studied the leader, silently admiring him for understanding his men didn't have to die. For the captive part, he seemed to understand too. He knew they would never win this fight. It was easily one hundred or so men against fifteen. Even if they did fight as fiercely as he thought they did, it would all be in vain. Edward thought of his home. What could possibly happen if these same Vikings invaded Lion's Coast? He was sure his parents would never survive. His father wasn't a fighter, not anymore. And his poor mother, she was just a Lady. She and never been trained with any kind of combat. Edward frowned at the thought, refusing to even let that become a reality. If he returned home one day to see his people and his family massacred, he would go on a bloodthirsty rampage and he knew he would not stop until every last man responsible was slaughtered. Edward liked to think of himself as a peaceful man but once a certain line was crossed, his morals went out the window. He became a blood thirsty animal needing his revenge. It had happened a few times in his life. One was when a crazed Lord set his home on fire, with his six daughters, wife, and newborn son inside. That was were he had gotten the scars. He had tried to save them. But it was too late. The Lord just kept going on and on about how the Gods had told him to do it, that they were sinners. He was obviously mad. But in a blind rage, Edward beat the man to death. The knight flexed his hands in his gloves. He could still feel the Lord's bones crushing under his knuckles. His sea-blue eyes darkened and he lifted his gaze. He wished away these thoughts, knowing he needed to focus on the present.

Edward blinked at the Viking's leader when he spoke, telling the blonde man to lead the way. Edward couldn't help but smile slightly and shake his head. He clicked his tongue and turned his horse, the rest of his knights circling around the Vikings in a protective circle. Leading the Vikings through Wulfhaven would prove to be difficult, there was no doubt. The people weren't too fond on outsiders, especially men they assumed to be savages. Edward led the pack, his horse graceful with her movements and each step meaning purpose. He lifted his chin as they approached back up the hill, leaving the dead village in their wake. Edward turned to the knight beside him, Sir Gendry. "Sir Gendry, go ahead to the castle. Gather a few servants and bring them back out here. Take a few knights with you as well. Clean up the blood and burn the bodies. Inform their loved ones of their deaths." Edward said solemnly. The knight nodded, a serious expression on his face. The knight motioned to a few other knights and then with a click of his tongue and a hyah, they raced back toward the castle. Edward could already see the King disappearing in the distance He frowned at the sight. He silently lead the knights back into the lower part of the kingdom, a protective circle around the Vikings. As they approached the castle, the horses hooves could be heard as they clanked on the concrete ground. Peasants gathered all around the streets, children freezing mid-play to stare up at the legendary Gold Knight of Wulfhaven. Edward chuckled softly at their behavior, knowing how much it means to see your idol up close. They approached the castle slowly, not taking any security risks as the Knights all moved as one. Edward saw the brothel he frequented up on the right and Raul was standing up on the balcony. The young man clutched a small red ribbon in his hand, one Edward had given him The knight simply gave him a nod and Raul's expectant eyes seemed to relax and a small smile formed on the boy's face. Edward looked forward as they approached the castle gates.

The gates were pulled open and Edward marched his men through. And once they were all through, the gates were shut once more. Edward turned and made sure the gates were locked before he climbed off of his horse, holding her reigns to keep her steady. "Take Nymeria to the stables. I want to show our guests the castle and where they will be staying." Edward spoke to a squire and the young boy quickly nodded, taking the mare's reigns. The blonde knight turned to the Vikings as the rest of the knights began to disperse, going to take their horses to the stables or sharpen their swords or go sleep with their wives or whores. Edward didn't care because he felt that he didn't have the right to judge. Edward was now face to face with the Vikings, alone. He could tell a few of them were still bloodthirsty but he knew their leader would keep them in line. Edward clasped his hands behind his back as he began to walk toward the front of the castle. "Welcome to Wulfhaven." He spoke in their language, knowing they must be very uncomfortable at this point. Edward blinked, beginning to climb the castle steps as he looked to the side, seeing the leader walking beside him. "You will all be staying in the West Wing of the castle, where most of our servants stay. We were not expecting very many guests aside from the noble few we have staying with us at the moment. But I'm sure the rooms will be plenty comfortable for you all." Edward spoke, reaching the top of the palace steps. The doors were pulled open and Edward turned to the Vikings. "Shall we?" He spoke, motioning with his hand for them to walk inside first.

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Arthur Morgan · Mar 24th 2019

watching as the knights circled around his group of vikings made the pit of his stomach feel uneasy, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t expect such safety measures to be taken place. as kustaa watched as the gold knight venture off in the distance, the sounds of horse snorts and hooves plastering into the earth was the only thing that broke the silence as kustaa and he men followed behind like a group of baby ducks following its mother. feeling eyes in the back of his head just made his skin crawl, obviously it was the eyes of the knights that were keeping them where the stood. eyes filled with disgust, not something they weren’t used to. kustaa knew that they wanted to slay them from where they stood, but they were ordered by their king to escort them to their kingdom. as the lot of them ventured on, seeing the havoc that they had caused was all that he could see; blood soaked dirt, severed bodies and destroyed homes. conquering lands weren’t always pretty, or not at all. many would be squeamish at the sight, but when you’ve been molded to become the perfect war machine; there was very little that made you squirm.

the only thing that has ever caused kustaa to even re think is decision was several years ago when he and fellow vikings were tasked to raid a neighboring town. they hadn’t paid their taxes to the king and were seen as an enemy, all they were did was cause havoc among everyone they made dealings with. anyway, when they came to collect coin they ended up collecting heads. throughout the meaningless battle, kustaa watched as their own enemies began to kill their own people; it amazed kustaa to see them so desperate and so insane.. there was no rhyme or reason for them to do so but they did. he watched as men gutted small children, using them as their own personal shields when there wooden ones broke. kustaa has questioned his life choices that lead to this moment; as if there was another way rather then having the havoc of that battle? it made his stomach twist and turn to iron, he spent the rest of his day praying to his gods. the sight of their enemies killing their own people; the sight of mothers being ripped away from their children.. babies even. it just sickened him.

as they made their way threw the kingdom, kustaa watched as the citizens of this foreign kingdom go into awe as they set their eyes on the blonde headed knight. it made kustaa roll his multicolored eyes, seeing how star struck they all were. this guy must have some reputation huh? the beautiful knight in shinning armor that all the ladies would love to lay in bed with? kustaa just sorta scoffed at the thought, but as soon as those eyes that were the citizens landed on the sight of kustaa. there entire expression changed. freak seemed to be what glazed over their eyes, mothers grabbed their laughing children closer as men held their woman in a protective manner. being seen as a freak was nothing knew, not like kustaa it his men were a sight for sore eyes. they were blood thirty men who came to conquer their treasured lands. one woman in particular though seemed to catch his attention; she wore a long, full body black dress that was lined with white. her wrinkled, pale hand was wrapped; practically holding onto what it seemed like cross for her dear life. the bitter, disgusted look on her face made kustaa grime wickedly. flashing her his bleach white canines, tainted red with blood. she gasped as she held onto the cross even harder, which made him laugh. if he was gonna he looked at like a freak show, he was gonna get something out of it.

making there way within the kingdom walls, watching as the wooden gate was closed seemed to make his comrades anxious. hell, kustaa wouldn’t blame them. they were in a strange new world, a place were only one knew their language and many of which thought of them as animals; kustaa couldn’t blame them either. i don’t like this kustaa.. spoke rollo, his voice almost of a whisper. kustaa looked at rollo with a soft expression, placing a hand on the others shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze calm down rollo, if they wanted use dead they would have done back at that village.. why bring us all here and then slaughter use? he said, looking at him with confidence. still.. rollo said with hesitation what was i to do rollo? there’s what? 15 of use to 100 of them? even if we were to knock down more then half they would still kill all of us. did you want me to say no and end up having use all killed? his tone that of a savage wolf, snarling at its hyperactive pup. kustaa took in a cool breath of air as he spoke again its better this way. he said softly before turning to face the blonde knight.

listening to as he spoke, he couldn’t help but let a small grin grow across his face. wulfhaven huh? you house any wolves? the joke was meaningless, a way in which to break the uncomfortable feeling that was washed across his men ora. that was kinda bad kustaa.. rollo said quietly, a soft chuckle escaped his throat shut it rollo kustaa hissed, regretting what he had said already. anyway.. anything is better then sleeping on the cold ground. my men are grateful for the hospitality.. even if they don’t seem like it. he said, looking back at them for only a moment before following the golden knight as he motioned for them to enter the castle come on.. he said to his comrades as he entered.

pip! · Mar 25th 2019

twenty seven | gold knight of wulfhaven | bisexual/biromantic | widower

Edward watch them begin to walk inside the castle, unable to stop the small chuckle from falling from his lips at the Viking leader's joke. He simply shook his head, noticing his own men were annoyed with the joke. He held back a snicker as he walked in after they had, the guards shutting the door behind him with a loud slam. He sighed, not seeming phased by the loud noise at all. He brushed his messy curls from his face and blinked, turning his gaze to the Viking leader as he spoke once more. He mentioned his men were grateful for everything, even if they weren't showing it. Edward looked over the strong men. He understood that they really didn't have any other choice but to accept the peace. They would have never survived the battle if they had chosen bloodshed. Edward almost felt pity for them but they were the men who chose to come to another land and invade and kill and steal. So his soft heart hardened and he gave a small smile to the Viking leader. "I'm sure the King will appreciate that. Now, the feast is tonight at sunset. It will be in the great hall which is this way." Edward spoke calmly as he began to move through the halls. He went through almost the entire castle, giving them a tour of sorts. He showed them the great hall and the throne room and the dungeons. He was instructed by the King to do so, how could he refuse. He blinked, his tone remaining cool and monotone at times. He knew the Vikings must have been bored but he didn't really have any choice. Edward eventually reached the West Wing, where they would be staying. He pushed open a wooden door, walking down some concrete steps. He turned to face the group of men. "This is the West Wing, where you will be staying. You can have any room you like that isn't already occupied." Edward spoke and gave a tight smile.

--omg im so sorry this is so terrible. my muse is so low for him for some reason :(

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Arthur Morgan · Mar 25th 2019

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it’s okay! if your muse for him gets any lower just let me know lol i wouldn’t want you to rp a character you don’t like anymore (or we could plot some cute/depressive things to help build muse? that’s what i do to help but that’s just me)

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eyes filled with absolute curiosity as the group made there way threw the kingdom walls, the sights of foreign artifacts and paintings that lined the walls caught his attention. everything within the castle simply screamed money, it slightly made kustaa feel slightly envious. growling to himself, he just continued along side the gold knight, the sound of the others laugh ran threw his ears like song birds singing. it made him feel weird, but he didn’t complain about how it made him feel; for once, kustaa felt some sort of peace. but he would never admit to something like that, especially to someone he had only just met and especially someone that more then likely hated his guts. wouldn’t blame him that’s for damn sure. anyway, the fact that the gold knight had laughed at his stupid joke made the tips of his ears turn a beautiful shade of pink, while also dusting along his cheekbones. once again, kustaa growled to himself to get rid of new color to his skin. once he heard the man speak once again, kustaa simply nodded a feast doesn’t sound half bad.. well, anything sounds good after not eating for almost four days. he said with a low chuckle, his hands running up the back of his neck and into his dark brown hair. running his tattooed laced fingers threw before putting them back to his side.

for some reason, as they made their way to the dungeon. kustaa began to feel the inside of his stomach twist and turn; twisting to hard that you would think his stomach lining would tear. the sights of torture devices and whips, chains and bonds; they all brought back painful memories to the old battle veteran. memories of his father beating him down with a heavy club, breaking ribs with a single blow. a thorny whip that would dig into his skin, ripping chunks out of his body that would not heal correctly. from the time he stepped one foot into the dungeon to when they left, kustaa held onto the elegant wedding band that laid against his chest. kustaa was not one to show fear, but for that split second, he felt vulnerable for some odd reason. it made him sick to his stomach.

as they made there way threw the castle walls, everything that the golden knight was showing them interested the thirty two year old battle warrior. while his fellow vikings weren’t paying much attention, seeming rather bored actually, kustaa was actually half impressed. everything that was being shown to kustaa was being stored into a volt within his mind. kustaa might not look like it, but he sometimes enjoyed learning new things. especially things that he would more then likely never get the chance to see again. the group of vikings followed the younger male down some concrete stairs, watching as he pushed open a wooden door. stepping inside the west wing, his men didn’t take long to find their rooms that they would be staying for the next two days. a ginger smile grew across kustaa’s face as his men began to get a little more comfortable with their current situation, they might not be fully trusting of it, but nevertheless, they were starting to at least relax.

we appreciate it. kustaa spoke, his words sincere and honest. as kustaa leaned against a pillar, his right shoulder supporting all of his body weight. his eyes locked onto the golden knights face, they held some sort of softness to them. by the way; i never caught your name. a small chuckle came past his lips i don’t wanna keep calling you golden boy the whole time.. but who knows; i just might. a slight tease as he shrugged his shoulders.

Arthur Morgan · Mar 27th 2019

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