Posts by grantaire.

"Oh my," the Stark began, stopping in his tracks. He had been on a stroll, mulling over some of the recent events in his mind - the war, for instance - when he had heard Khaalida and her brother. One look at Ren and he his eyebrows raised. "Despite being around other body changes, they still surprise me," he added, a grin spreading across his face. He gazed at the male, taking in the differences. "Congratulations, Ren! Not many get bodies they actually like."

Lykos was basically a little puppy in an adult body. He enjoyed games, he loved reading, he was frightened at the thought of fighting, and he had not an evil bone in his body. Sure, he was getting more experienced with the unforgiving life, but that didn't take away how much he loved games. Padding over, he sat down. Ah, so it had already started. That was okay, he would watch what would happen on this little guy's turn.

"Well, I'm overjoyed we got the chance to have you in Westeros, Caspian," came Lykos' warm woof. He could see the young one was frightened, and he had every right to be. There were a lot of terrifying creatures in Westeros, especially for a kitten. He glanced at the other two: Leopold and a stranger he hadn't met yet. He gave both of them polite nods, smiling at them before turning his attention back to the Mallister. "My name is Lykos Stark. It's a pleasure to meet you."

This was all Lykos could have hoped for. Leopold seemed to be getting along better here in Westeros. He would have thought the pup would have still been upset over being captured. Poor thing. He came to stand beside Alexus, chuckling at Leo. He glanced to the female beside him, nodding towards the racing canine. "Westeros has its own race horse," he woofed before looking back at the young male. He was glad he decided to join Stark. If anything, he would have liked to take him under his 'wing', but it seemed like Queenie already did so. He had no hard feelings about that at all, and he enjoyed watching them spend time together.

With a toothy smile, Lykos gazed down at the pup with his eyes full of warmth. "Yes, congratulations, Leopold. You are now a member of House Stark." His tail wagged as he glanced at those around him, quite happy with himself and the way things had turned out.

He had needed a little bit more activity on here. He didn't know what it was that was making him lag (although it might be that his rper was busy with the start of school), but he was going to fight against it so he didn't just fade into the background. "I would like one," he woofed, gazing at Lucerys.

He didn't understand how a monarchy lead? If Lykos was in his shoes, he wouldn't have even attempted on joining Westeros if he didn't know their type of government. But no hard feelings were for the newcomer. Afterall, he was just a confused stranger. "Ah, yes we do! Currently, King Tsubodai Targaryen rules. And yes, when the inevitable happens, one of his children will take the iron throne. Unless they end up getting overthrown, the Targaryens will continue to lead Westeros." He blinked at the male, smiling politely. "My name is Lykos Stark. A pleasure to meet you."

This was very much unlike him.

Stark was his home - his duty. And now, here he was leaving a note for all to see. It was hammered on to the front gate to Winterfell, the wind causing it to flutter among the snowflakes. He didn't have much of a reason to be leaving. Maybe it was something inside him changed, or maybe it was his old home calling for him. But once he made sure the note wouldn't fly off, he was gone. There was no trace of him except for the paw steps in the snow that were already beginning to be covered up.

The note read as follows.

My dear family of Westeros,

You have taken me in, given me a title, and I will be forever gracious for it. Throughout all the rough times the kingdoms have had since I joined, I still bore my Westerosi pride and never given up. I do not have a good reason for my leaving, but alas it is so. I will have been far away once you, whichever one of you it might be, read this. Please know I have loved my home dearly, and wish for Stark to continue on. Long live King Tsubodai, and long live Westeros.

// with school starting up, i know i'll neglect him more than i already have

i thought it was wise to do this before it happens

i've loved rping him with you guys !! thanks a bunch !

i'll probably have more characters come here later on. i'm definitely not leaving ff ;;)

wait,,, can i give him wings?? i saw something about wings earlier in this chat i'm giving him some mothafing wINGS

hii ! i'd give you some cookies if i could

thank you for doing this, skip <3

GENERAL:

✧ PHARYSENE | PHAR/PHARY | NO ALIASES

✧ no former clans | no personal title yet

✧ adult | twenty months physically/mentally | ages each irl month

✧ gender, sex [♀] | prefers feminine pronouns

✧ resides in __ | regular member

✧ no official titles

✧ unsure of sexual & romantic orientation | single | [0] crushes

✧ note: platonic relations are fairly easy to make with her

✧ voice:

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

✧ important info here

PHYSICALITY:

✧ white snow leopard

✧ [color=]HEALTH:[/color] 100%

PERSONALITY:

✧ MBTI TYPE | HOUSE | DIVISION | MORAL ALIGNMENT

✧ TRAIT | TRAIT | TRAIT | TRAIT

✧ TRAIT | TRAIT | TRAIT | TRAIT

✧ TRAIT | TRAIT | TRAIT | TRAIT

COMBAT & INTERACTION:

✧ rarely antagonizes others | doesn't start fights

✧ quite merciful | will save killing for last, if it's needed | won't run away, will stand her ground

✧ mentored by who? if not, do they fight on instinct?

✧ physical and mental difficulty | overall difficulty

✧ powers?

✧ mention Account when needed | attack in [color=]color[/color]

The sound of his white, fluffy wings fluttering carried over to the congregated animals at the border. His wings were still fragile as he was only seven moons old, so he barely hovered above the viridescent ground. He struggled, trying to keep his small paws from touching the ground, but soon lost interest in doing so when some of his siblings came into view. "Skip, Cadence, Penelope!" he cried out with a smile, dropping onto the ground and splaying all four legs out. With a grunt, he stood back up and scampered over to them, his smile now a panting grin. Rasiel's mouth opened as if he were about to say something when he realized there were others here - and they were much larger than him and his siblings.

"Hi," he meowed, gazing at each of them for a good while, wondering what sort of species they were. They seemed so different compared to the kittens. "My name is Rasiel Luane, and these are my siblings. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir!" His large, sapphire colored eyes blinked up at the fox-looking creature. The bird didn't seem too pleased to see them, which hurt Ras a bit, seeing as the bird didn't even know them yet. But that was okay, he guessed. Then, turning his eyes to the huge feline, he let out a laugh. His family sure was an army, but when it came to the question that needed an answer, he glanced over at the others, wondering how to approach it.

Everything was so new to him. The way these creatures spoke, the way they felt, the way they lived. It was all so exciting for him, and he could barely hold it all in. He, too, was like them, but somehow he was different. Perhaps it was due to him not actually being birthed. But this was besides the point, and not at all going through his head. Pouncing up to the stranger upon Hawkclan's border, his heart raced with glee. "Capital City of Tempesta... sounds big!" he exclaimed before plopping his rear down. "My name is Rasiel, it's nice to meet you, Raven Torres. I'm not sure if I can speak for the rest of my clan, but I would enjoy going."

Perhaps the serval wasn't expecting a winged kitten to be the first to journey over, but that's what she got. He hadn't known there was anyone over here, and certainly wasn't anticipating to run into someone. In fact, he only knew there was a living person feet away from him when he picked up an unknown scent. It had Hawkclan on it already, of course, but he had never met this person. Padding over, his ears perked in pure curiosity, Rasiel came to stand in front of the feline. And then sat down. His bright, blue eyes observed all the things set up before returning his gaze to the female, this time a delicate smile on his maw. "What are you doing, miss?" he inquired, shuffling his paws beneath him.

Her eagerness to have Rasiel here added a little extra sparkle to his eyes - if that was possible. With an ecstatic grin, the kitten listened to her explaining this thing called 'painting'. Being completely honest, Ras had no idea what he was doing, but he was going to follow her instructions and hopefully grasp some understanding. He was about to reply to her, his mouth agape, when his brother appeared. Even though he had spent most of his life with his siblings, which wasn't saying much, it was still a pleasant surprise to be in their presence.

"Hello, Sloan," he purred, blinking at the other kitten with joy apparent in his expression. He got up to briefly nuzzle his dear brother before sitting back where the female had left him utensils for painting.

"Thank you, miss," Ras beamed before taking the paintbrush in his mouth and carefully dipping the end in the snow. He watched the hairs get wet before turning his eyes to the colors before him. So much choice! Being drawn to bright colors, the kitten chose to dip the hairs in yellow. After a few brushstrokes, he made what looked like to be... well, a yellow circle. Dropping his paintbrush into the snow, he glanced back at the two there, his eyes wide with happiness.

"Look! I did that!"

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