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I love them
Posts by ringbearer
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Right maybe tonight I can actually post
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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;]Silverprince hears his sister's name and it's enough to convince him to run. They're gathered about an empty space with no sign of his rediscovered, youngest sibling, however, and so confusion temporarily flashes in vibrant indigo eyes — at first, he doesn't understand, but then his gaze finds the note, and he reads it, lips pressing into a thin and worried line. She's gone. She's left him for an undisclosed amount of time, and whilst Rhaegar is no stranger to loneliness, the fact that she has left whilst the undead roam with no care for that is concerning, and the elegance ivory creature can only find himself wondering if she'll ever return in one piece. He's unaware of the dragon eggs, but he can smell the flames. She's been dreaming of dragons, and he almost understands, in a way. Perhaps Viserys is not a dragon, but Silverprince is — and perhaps his sister is, too, albeit a dragon suppressed for so long that she is only waking up. Whatever the case, he hopes she is safe, and turns to his clanmates with a nod. " She'll be back, " is all he says, ears rotating and perking forwards.
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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 smells rot before he heads Sylmae and his pupils dilate, though when he pivots, he sees somebody who is not out for his flesh — not yet, at the very least. Any tenseness seems to drain from his body, then return again, edged with concern as his eyes search her face. She's unsteady, weakened by something, and Silverprince is, of course, concerned; he doesn't want to press, but she seems feverish, so he tilts his head, thinking. " I'd appreciate all the help I can get. I expect these lands were beautiful, once. " and now they're a barren wasteland, dismal, abysmal. It's depressing, but Rhaegar has seen destruction before, so he wordlessly moves to another slaughtered zombie and sets it alight, indigo eyes wandering. " Are you alright? You're struggling. "
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&& hat why so many death threads
When was the last time I wrote a death thread
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" You like dancing? " he asks after a brief moment. He, too, enjoys that odd freedom, the ability to move, but when moving to music, the song commands the beat. With the exception of this, however, Rhaegar does love to lose himself in such an activity — though he can't dance and play the harp at the same time.
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Rhaenan
RogarSilvershots?
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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 rubs his muzzle against Frenchfry's in an act of comfort; he's not an affectionate person with just anybody, but he is courteous enough to recognise the discomfort, and hopes that, seeing as he's grabbed the Devil's attention, he should be able to keep it so that the others can work on the severed limb. " Snakes have no legs, and they're kings of their domain. " he adds quietly: three more legs than a snake should set anybody up, yes? If need be, he will restrict the use of one of his legs for a while in order to settle Frenchfry in. He's fought leading with his left in order to help somebody who was unable to use their right before, and if the familiarity will settle the Jersey Devil, then Silverprince will gladly aid him in any way he can. " You're going to survive: that's what matters. "
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nah nah it'd be redgar
or rhaegedZOO
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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 looks thoughtfully at Zombie, but doesn't say anything to that, merely offering a simple nod of acknowledgement and then turning as Sylmae pressed up against him. He fluffs out his already-plumed tail and wraps it around her, indigo eyes still reluctantly lingering on the note. He knows there's a possibility of her returning wounded, overwhelmed by walkers or perhaps empty-handed, but Rhaegar has some faith. And if she ever does return in a state that isn't identical to the one he recalls, then like Sylmae, he will feel a need for vengeance. Perhaps he is the merciful head of the dragon; perhaps he is the one that forgives first, or seeks another way, a musician, lover and dancer over all, an artist before a warmonger, but Rhaegar has seen many battles, and he isn't afraid to return to war should his sister come back harmed. " As will I, " he murmurs, ears twitching once.
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