Nymeria |
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Kalseru |
Vortigern |
None |
Moonfeather
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None |
None |
Yuki |
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Viserion, Myrcella
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Eldrax
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Rhaegal, Tychon, Alagai, Paxton, Visenya
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Drogon, Icarus
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Greywind, Rhaenys, Arthfael
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Bastille, Samus
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Dandelion, Semele
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Daenerys, Sleekwing, Tyrion
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Mêlée, AshitakaEmer, Bran, Jabari, Vaella, Cadeyrn, Berwyn, Nerys, Jubilee, Ashur, Reine, Icarus, Kricket, Navarre, Leilani, Jakuta
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None
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Vhagar
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Diveen
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None
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None
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MoonGlow, Alcide, Sorcha, Fjallraven,
Pan, Grayson, Ravenna, Niviaq |
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
- - Nymeria
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Posted on February 2, 2014 at 11:50:40 PM by Heyel
 I turned towards my daughter as she came, my Reyja, reaching for her, allowing the violet of my gaze to roll at her words the girl seemingly bothered by my teasing of her imprint. Honestly, he’s a big boy, surely he can handle such things. Then again, perhaps he is like his Father, perhaps his ability in verbal battles is nothing short of useless. How I miss having an enemy. They all seem to die on me, how unfortunate. Then again I have spent a career based upon ending the lives of others, perhaps it is fitting. Reyja moves to continue this embrace and for a few moments at least I am given once more to remember my Zeivah, to believe, if not for a moment, that it is her embrace that catches against me. My children….they hold part of her in them, it is through her they are created and as long as they live I will be given to see her still in some small fashion. A peaceful thought, truly. She spoke then of her children, my grandchildren, although truthfully where I capable of replacing the ridiculous blood of Zildjian coursing within them I would be given to be content. Lucian was a failed bloodline, it is….cheating I believe to allow his lineage to hitch a ride on my own, yet one I cannot but accept…somewhat. Lucian never did play fairly. Though neither did I. “This is pleasing to hear, are you planning for more?” ZeZe was apparently content to ignore me and as such I offered him little thought beyond the comment Neveah was given to offer, my lip curling upward in a grin as she pressed more firmly against my leg and I moved to lick at her ear, smoothing her fur to blackened perfection, lifting my head only as another approached, the white and silver streaked girl a granddaughter I had met only at her birth all those years ago, th girl surely to barely remember me, though indeed I have been given to see her on occasion within the vast lands of Moladion. I keep track of what is mine after all and indeed it would seem her spirit is firmly intact. I did always add hot blood. Her stance however, along with her words are met with little more then the lift of one eye as Neveah pressed back against me, the small girls distress obvious as the barest hint of what may have been a tear seemed to touch her emerald gaze and my own lifted sharply to the girl once more. She is my grandchild and I do love her, how can I not? She is born of my Reyja and yet it would seem the uselessness of ZeZe’s blood has still managed to infiltrate. Neveah is my child. She is born of me and my chosen mate. My youngest child, my last child ad that alone assures her place. I allowed my lip to lift slightly, ignoring Reyja for now, the girl clearly unable to discipline her own child and explain to her the respect she is required to offer her family and her grandsire. Clearly this life within the mountains is a little to…free. Perhaps she is white, perhaps she does bare…something of an Angel mark yet that does not mean she is above her family, above those whom share her blood and above the very one whom created it. I shifted to my feet once more, stepping around Neveah now, moving to place myself between her and her niece whom is content to disrespect us both, a deep snarl, far deeper then a baby girl can ever manage is given to leave my lips as I move towards her. Big she may be- but big means slow and more often them damn not it means stupid. Let us hope she is possessing of some of my intelligence. “I am here because I am permitted to be, I am here because I choose to be and you will do well to remember your place, baby girl. You exist only because I have allowed it to be so. You exist because I sired your Mother and you will damn well speak with nothing but respect to your Aunt Neveah. I care not if you are older, you are a half-blood and do not forget it. Blame your sire for that. Neveah is my child, born straight of me and she bares a purity you do not. You are beneath her and far beneath me. Respect your elders and your family or I will assure you learn to do so.” I snapped the words towards her before turning away once more, turning from her- because I can, because I am dominate to she and I care not what lesson she must learn this day. Family is a treasure above all and she must learn to accept it. I returned then to my own small daughter, reaching for her once more, words offered in a whisper to her ear alone. “No one can make you feel inferior my darling, not unless you allow it. Others will see what you desire they see. If you believe it, so will they. You are my direct daughter, my pure descendant born from a Mother I chose. You are above many who would believe otherwise.” The Living Legend |
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- Archangel In The Aftermath - By Zildjian February 12, 2014 at 04:42:08 AM
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