[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px; cursor: url("https://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqs4osv61Z1qfoi4t.png"), auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 1.4;]late, but I can make!
also if Rhaegar turns up he'll probably go mad so
uh
yeah
and hello!
[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px; cursor: url("https://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqs4osv61Z1qfoi4t.png"), auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 1.4;]He turns at the sound of a foreign tongue, and makes a note to learn more about it; he's a linguist, a scholar, and any time he discovers something unusual, something novel, he wishes to explore it, uncover little bits of information that will soothe his constantly working mind. It's odd-sounding, but Rhaegar likes it, so he smiles patiently as Roo searches for the correct words, eventually coming up with one that, whilst pronounced incorrectly, is still understandable. " Pretty, " he offers, not offensively but gently, so that the other male may learn. Trial and error is always an effect method of committing new things to memory, but help along the way is typically useful, too. " Thank you. " Silverprince then replies, nodding his head to the vaguely familiar (but nameless, in his mind) feline and then turning as Ira speaks to him.
Hello.
" I'm afraid that song is only so long; though it did go on for quite a while, I suppose. " seven verses all in High Valyrian is difficult, but Rhaegar indulges in it. " I can't imagine anybody wanting to hear any more for a while, though. " that's about as much as he can offer, but then he pauses, tipping his head once more. " My name is Silverprince — or Rhaegar, whichever you please. " it appears singing brings people together, and he isn't daunted by that. He needs to make friends in this strange land, although luckily, that isn't all too difficult for him. Melancholy he may be at times, though Rhagear is not permanently cold. He's warm, burning like the dragons, yet approachable if he so deems it. And he deems it — ScarClan during an apocalypse is likely lonely without relations. Whilst dwelling, he again twists to view the widely-grinning Breakdance, and he flicks an ear in nonchalant greeting. " I'm reading Coriolanus. Or — I was. " and then he started singing, but that's by the by. It's over, now. There's no encore.
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what animal
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I'll reply once my heart has slowed down
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His pristine fur is stained bloody, but he is otherwise unharmed, luckily, save for scrapes he picked up when he was originally thrown down, skin bruised and ripped by the rough ground beneath him. He miraculously avoided being ripped in two by the walker, but shoving it away was easier than expected, and crushing its skull even easier than that. This, he thinks as he steps away from the re-killed thing, is obviously a corpse in the later stages of decay. Skin is all but gone in most places, muscle hanging in flaps that rot and fume in the air, the eyes are gone, sockets stained with a crusted mass of bubbling tar, and what few bits of flesh remain are bloated and blue-black, disgusting in their own right. The creature was blind when it came for Rhaegar, but it knew he was there, and the Prince of Dragons is somewhat unnerved by that notion. If, even with no senses, it could detect him, he loathes to think that the lesser-decayed ones can do to a lone wanderer as he. He doesn't want to think about it, but he does, and it makes his lips press into a thin line of utter disapproval. It's wrong. Disgusting. But it's the way his life is, now, and remarkably, Rhaegar is almost entirely desensitised to it.
But he looks injured as if from the walker, which is an issue. Keeping his paws away from the wounds, so as not to potentially infect them with whatever the walker was carrying during its reanimation, Rhaegar lifts his head, searching for any more of the blasted things. He hopes they don't come, despite the possibility; they're horde animals, mindless beasts, and unless he shifts, he won't be able to take them on. But the more often he becomes a dragon, the more his mind grows primitive and closed off in this body and his lion body. He quite likes his intelligence, and wishes to retain it at all costs, so will remain like this for as long as possible. It may kill him, but what is the other choice? Being degraded to a rabid beast? It's not something he's willing to take a chance on, and so Rhaegar licks his lips and stares out ahead at the territory, seeking any sign of further danger.
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He's out of camp again, burning the bodies of the walkers that weren't completely destroyed; most of their corpses are headless, the skulls either entirely decapitated or crushed, but he isn't taking chances. Get them in the head, then burn them, were the rules, and Silverprince is doing just that. He's touching the ones he can get to and watching them spring into flames, devoured slowly, and it's draining his strength, but he's grown used to wielding fire, and he's no longer affected by the pull as he used to be, and it's second nature to summon a blaze. It's a tedious process, but not one that he entirely hates, and it's better than risking the reanimation of corpses for a second, third, fourth time. He dreads what will happen if one drags themselves back to their feet, brains and gore oozing from their facial cavities, and he shudders at the thought, though desensitised to most violence, and continues with his job. It's unpleasant, but necessary, and it distracts him from the potential of him being bloodied and dragged down by countless walkers. He knows that whilst he's alone, he can always be ambushed, but this takes his mind off of it, and it's easy to deal with.
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!!
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px; cursor: url("https://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqs4osv61Z1qfoi4t.png"), auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 1.4;]" Mae ajjin haqe. " comes the boy's voice, and Khalakka approaches quietly, dark almond eyes locked on Wolfscub. He presses close to his mother, for she is his protector and his guide, and he studies the tired, crying cub, somebody who looks utterly exhausted and broken. He's young, but he knows weakness when he smells it, and Wolfscub is not strong. He's not strong, and he needs help, and SunClan is all for helping. He's learned that recently, too, and he, though not sentimental with items, knows that he can't leave Wolfscub in the dirt. " Laz kisha rhellaya mae? " he doesn't realise that many can't understand him, and he doesn't know why he was born speaking this language — but to him, it's as the common tongue, and he can't detect a difference between his words and everybody else's. " Anha zin Khalakka. Fin hash yer? "
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1) He is tired.
2) Can we help him?
3) I am Khalakka. Who are you?
[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px; cursor: url("https://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqs4osv61Z1qfoi4t.png"), auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 1.4;]" Me's jin davra asshekh. " coos the quiet voice of Khalakka, confident as the young cub wanders out into camp. His almond eyes are round and curious, lit with a fire, and he searches the world about him with intrigue, tail lashing behind him. He's an odd child, for although his appearance is regular, he does not often speak the common tongue; it's strange, really, because he was raised with it, and has never heard this language in his life. But his first words were in Dothraki, and whilst everybody teaches him English words, he learns them in his own tongue. He can't help it, and he detects no difference, but whilst he knows what the world is saying, it's very difficult for him to get his point across. Perhaps the language barrier is trying, and perhaps it's cause for frustration, but Khalakka has lived an isolated childhood until this point; he's never had to deal with people who speak in a normal language, never had to deal with the world for all it is.
" Fin's rek? " and so he's innocent for the time being, watching a bird flutter over head. He's never seen a bird before, and he cocks his head, intrigue in his eyes. " Me's kijinosi asavva. " he stops, settling down to watch the bird, following it until it disappears over the horizon, whereon he frowns. It has a freedom that he does not, that bird, but if it lands, it will be taken by one of his clanmates. It stays to its domain because it fears its demise at the hands of the bigger, the mightier. And when the bigger and the mightier take to the sky ... " Kisha hash haj. " the boy concludes, and he smiles, before looking around for attention.
This is what people usually do, isn't it? Taking a deep breath, he searches for the words, and eventually comes up with: " Mathchomaroon? "
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1) It's a good day.
2) What's that?
3) It's in the sky.
4) We are strong.
5) Hello?
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I've returned
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a sabretooth tiger
i wanted to make a dothraki character but i don't want a khal drogo xD
& lMAO sorry chev
i do that every year on the day this sub was created
just so i can have some fun in my life xD
also im not happy about the belyoko thread
otp crushed ;-;
EY FACADE GIVE ME UR MUSE
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& what's happening
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It's Fan
SO!
A thread with Khal? He's particularly stubborn when it comes to making friends and so will likely persevere at coming to know Wolfs — plus, he doesn't speak much English, so the language barrier will be interesting
Perhaps they can become good friends in the future, as Khal needs someone to base his English off of
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AlSO he needs loads of people to tell him over and over again that he's not speaking English, so maybe he can learn some words off of her?whispers it's Fan idk if you remember me
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Making it smaller'd be good
AND YES IT IS!! glomps wolfy
& obviously it's chicken curry
Unless it's curry chicken
They're different
Like there's curry goat but that's not goat curry
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px; cursor: url("https://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqs4osv61Z1qfoi4t.png"), auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 1.4;]He smiles broadly at the sight of his mother — one of them, at the very least — and he reaches out to touch his nose to her, aiming to press close. It's strange, because he can understand her; he's unaware that he's not speaking English, and to him, it sounds as if he is, more or less. When people look at him in confusion, or ignore him, it perplexes the child, but he's only recently left the confines of his childhood home, and puts it down to him being new. Perhaps they fear the novel; or perhaps the news of strange monsters in other clans unnerves them into mistrusting anyone they don't recognise. Khalakka will teach them not to ignore him, in time, but for now, despite his otherwise broad maturity, he's mostly in the dark. " Mai-ato, " he greets her. " Sek, anha zin davra. "
As Catalystcrypt approaches, Khalakka gives him a nod, ears twitching. Like so many people, the Silverblood doesn't speak to him, and he can't grasp why. " Anha zin Khalakka, " he begins with a lash of his tail, " vosma yer laz astat anha zin Khal. " he tilts his head, then, thoughtfully. " Fin hash yer? "
He looks over at Immortalkisses then, perking up. " Mai-akat, " he chirps, before glancing up again. A bird? Is that what that thing was? " Me ki kijinosi asavva. Laz anha tikh kijinosi asavva? "
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(his parents are just named in order of appearance!)
1) [loosely] First-Mother
2) Yes, I'm good.
3) I am Khalakka,
4) [loosely] but you can call me Khal.
5) Who are you?
6) [loosely] Second-Mother
7) It was in the sky. Can I be in the sky?
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x-files theme plays
& what are you doing to him
Be nice
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