Posts by MACBETH.

i'd love to do that but alas allergies kick my butt

Weiss : Yes omg yes they would be super

Lionel : That sounds pretttyyyy good - Soren's from a lowborn family but her younger brother is a hedge knight

XD you brave soul

omg i never knew that

"Thank you, sir," Soren said to the Lynderly, smiling and dipping her head. Although she seemed social, the female had no idea how to act around the lords and ladies unless they seemed more down to earth. As Shavronne spoke, she turned her attention to listen to the Bolton, before nodding. She was being invited hunting? Wow, this was pretty good. "I'd love that, a good hunt always lifts one's spirits," she said, momentarily taking her guard down.

When Oliver asked her about the bows, Soren let out a short laugh. "Bows don't seem to suit me. Although, I've not tried a recurve..." she added on honestly, furrowing her brow and frowning lopsidedly. That was when something caught her vision, someone with dirty brown hair, wearing rags. He - whoever it was - appeared to be showing a great deal of interest in her crossbow, and she gestured for them to come over.

[fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 400px; padding: 20px][fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; margin-top: 20px][fancypost borderwidth=0; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e40…ine_n93lq5iXNt1sqahwt.gif) center; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; opacity: 0.8][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #777; width: 300px; margin-top: 20px; padding: 0px]Soren winced slightly as a large drop of rain hit her on the head, slapping into her fur and seeping down to her skin. She hated the rain - she'd been brought up in the warmer parts of the city, by the blacksmiths. There had always been a fire there, even when it rained. She remembered that, as a kid, they'd crowd around the flames and watch the metal curl around.

Her eyes flickered around, catching on Verlin and Oliver. People that she knew. Without further ado, the fox sprinted over, hunching her shoulders to keep herself warm. "Great weather we're having," she said jokingly, rolling her eyes.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #555; width: 300px; margin-top: 15px]

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[fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 400px; padding: 20px][fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; margin-top: 20px][fancypost borderwidth=0; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e40…ine_n93lq5iXNt1sqahwt.gif) center; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; opacity: 0.8][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #777; width: 300px; margin-top: 20px; padding: 0px]Soren had been out hunting, and she'd caught sight of a grizzled old bear. Deciding that it would make a good cloak and nice meat, she had carefully aimed her crossbow... and fired. The bolt lodged itself in the hide of the bear, but didn't kill it. It had taken five more bolts to complete that task, and by that time, Soren had been mauled. She had large gashes covering her face, torso and right appendages. A scream wracked through her body as she pulled herself onto her horse, turning it towards King's Landing.

She reached the city around half an hour later, her vision was already clouding and she was swaying on her horse. Soren had clearly gone into shock as she rode through the streets, her bloodied hand barely grasping her reins. She trotted up to the castle, halting her horse. The guards exchanged looks, and Soren was about to say something when her world went black, and she slipped from her horse.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #555; width: 300px; margin-top: 15px]

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Turning away from Shavronne to look at the newly opened door, Soren noticed the boy that she'd seen at the training yard. She frowned slightly, wondering what in the seven hells he was doing here. However, she didn't choose to raise that point, instead taking another sip of her drink. If the boy was curious, so be it. However, she knew that she'd probably look after him if anything went wrong.

[fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 400px; padding: 20px][fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; margin-top: 20px][fancypost borderwidth=0; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e40…ine_n93lq5iXNt1sqahwt.gif) center; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; opacity: 0.8][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #777; width: 300px; margin-top: 20px; padding: 0px]Soren had arrived a few hours previously, and had been milling about in the stables, looking at the horses. When the time came for when she was socially allowed to arrive, she slowly headed up towards Shavronne, greeting the lady with a bow. "Looking forwards to today? she asked.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #555; width: 300px; margin-top: 15px]

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Soren watched the boy with interest. "Soren Blackpyre... what is your name?" she asked the boy, sounding kind but firm. Although Soren wasn't that good with children, she felt obliged to protect them, and further their ambitions.

Soren looked towards Shavronne as the boy said he was a Baratheon. Surely this boy should be better looked after, unless something had happened... She decides not to press the matter as the boy asked the two of them not to tell. "We won't tell, Percy, although you have to tell us who not to tell," she said, shooting the boy a gentle smile. There were a lot of orphanages and workhouses in King's Landing.

[fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 400px; padding: 20px][fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; margin-top: 20px][fancypost borderwidth=0; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e40…ine_n93lq5iXNt1sqahwt.gif) center; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; opacity: 0.8][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #777; width: 300px; margin-top: 20px; padding: 0px]Soren came round from her unconciousness just as Katja arrived, and attempted to sit up. A shooting pain spread through her abdomen, and she hissed, falling back down again. Deciding that she couldn't really move, and that she was in good hands, Soren winced and looked around, noticing Percy, Katja, Fortinbras and a man that she hadn't seen before. Despite being in a great deal of pain, she managed to ask who he was. He looked pretty rich, so she presumed he was a noble lord. "Who are you?" she hissed, exhaling at the end of her sentence as another piece of wet cloak was put on one of her wounds.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #555; width: 300px; margin-top: 15px]

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Soren looked at the crowd that was assembling with some amusant, a smirk spreading across her muzzle.

At Percy's remark about being lost, Soren looked back up towards the other people assembling. The boy was obviously very shy, and probably didn't like being crowded around like this. Soren thought that the best thing for her to do was to assure him that he was safe - so that's what he did.

[fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 400px; padding: 20px][fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; margin-top: 20px][fancypost borderwidth=0; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e40…ine_n93lq5iXNt1sqahwt.gif) center; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; opacity: 0.8][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #777; width: 300px; margin-top: 20px; padding: 0px]Soren let out a small sigh as her head met a comfortable fabric, before tilting her head to watch whatever the hell was going on. At Jacaerys' reply, Soren gave him an angry stare. For a moment, she didn't care if he was a lord or not. "Well, it looks like I'm alive. You want a title, some land?" she snapped back at him, before wincing once more. She turned to the side, shooting Percy an awkward grin before looking back at the Valeryon. "Let's just say that bears do not like getting hunted by crossbows..." she murmued under her breath.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #555; width: 300px; margin-top: 15px]

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Soren smiled towards the boy, before turning her attention back to Oliver. Her smile grew even larger as he said that she could borrow a bow. "That would be brilliant, Lord Stark," she said, exhaling slightly.

[fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 400px; padding: 20px][fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; margin-top: 20px][fancypost borderwidth=0; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e40…ine_n93lq5iXNt1sqahwt.gif) center; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; opacity: 0.8][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #777; width: 300px; margin-top: 20px; padding: 0px]Soren smirked gently. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you lived in sunny ol' Winterfell," she said, coughing slightly at the end. The cold weather was affecting her lungs, and making it harder for her to breathe. She was on top of it, however, and had learned not to exert herself TOO much.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #555; width: 300px; margin-top: 15px]

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[fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 400px; padding: 20px][fancypost bgcolor=#1C1C1C; border: 1px solid #555; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; margin-top: 20px][fancypost borderwidth=0; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e40…ine_n93lq5iXNt1sqahwt.gif) center; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; opacity: 0.8][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #777; width: 300px; margin-top: 20px; padding: 0px]Soren looked at the new arrivals as she mounted her horse, greeting them each. She hadn't yet spotted Percy, and was instead distracted by readying her crossbow with a bolt. [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; color: #555; width: 300px; margin-top: 15px]

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Soren half grinned and half frowned at Jacaerys' blunt reply, wondering how the hell Cecilia would come back from that. Although it was rude, it was also fairly funny. Well, to Soren, at least.

Soren looked up to Oliver, raising her eyebrow and rolling her eyes as he picked up yet another bottle. She turned back to Percy, frowning. "I'm sure someone will come along," she said.