╳ ┊❛ @ascarredhound.

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                          ❛     is there a reason you are out here ??     ❜

                 vocables break through northern air, frost tipped && brisk. curiosity lingers within bones yet sentiment fails to color query spoken aloud, lingering within chilled air as she wolf sweeps closer ;; passes by with naught a care to lay slender palm ‘pon line of equine throat. soothing sounds emitted, barely audible to those beyond woman && dark mare          ❛     beyond frightening the horses, that is?     ❜

╳ ┊❛ not entertained.

@ofwolfmaids ( cont. x

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     He glanced around the bustling hall – - observing closely the colors that decorated the walls, the tables covered in a variety of extravagant foods and delicate wines, and the generous amount of folks who had had just a bit too much to drink. In some places, the decorative tapestries on the walls had fallen in one man’s attempt to keep himself upright; in other places, the floor was littered with empty wineskins. He was only here for the food. “ You don’t think this is too much? “ he asked, waving the chicken leg in his hand at the mess labeled a celebration that lied before them. “ It could be toned down a great extent. Something more contained. “  

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                && she is spoiled ;; highborn && pampered, of that there is no doubt. to her this is normal, finer events seen, attended throughout years.   (  those held for daughters, wives as if it would ascertain love, happiness as it wore holes within coffers.  )          ❛     you know … i once attended a gathering where horns had gone affixed to their horses. who were then dyed GOLD && PINK. i believe this pales in comparison, honestly. not that i am complaining. ❜

                 head shakes, curls bouncing o'er rounds of shoulders. yes, she had gone privy to much worse.


“Some people go so overboard with these things.”

( ❛ & meme┊accepting. )

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                ❛   you do not appreciate it ?   ❜     curiosity ‘pon half hidden mien && she contemplates, single hand lifting to trail gloved digits 'long edged of decorative mask ;; t'is plain adoration goes felt for all displayed && youth plays the part in full regalia   (  silks && finery, wild curls tamed if only for tonight ;; feet feeling the beginnings of burn within fragile slippers born of dance 'pon dance executed 'pon floor ;; spinning && laughing && playing coy to ever the exaggerated lengths  )    ❛   i do not think it possible to go overboard.   ❜

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EVERY GIRL

ind. priv. sel. canon divergent book based lyanna stark from asoiaf established: 9.13 && rebooted 1.14.
written by JAILIN
{ 22 | she/her/hers | pst }

#ofwolfmaids

HAS WOLVES

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PACING RHYTHMS

i am not your apocalypse, i am not your salvation, my body is a kingdom meant only for a queen. i will take your crown, i will shape your stars, my life might not be my own but yours ?? i will make it so !! immortality is an escape, absolution from revolution, blessed by dying breaths of kings who lived too long. you called me an angel, blessed me with candle-bright lies. i will make angels fall, i will burn your kingdom down. immortality belongs to the dead, so bury me with my crown.

IN HER VEINS !!

i am not, nor do i claim to either be or be affiliated with hailee steinfeld or any of my face claims or have any connection to asoiaf. all writing here is my own, however, && my portrayal is based off of my own headcanons && beliefs formed upon watching the movie. i ask you to not take anything used here for yourself, with the exception of utilizing headcanons in our threads, without my permission.