[ Hey everyone! So I’ve decided to move this blog. Honestly, it’s so I can make it easier on me. I’ve moved Grayson to my multi-muse blog. I understand that people seem to dislike those types of blogs, but I’m making it easier for me to keep up with the several blogs I ran. This is where he’ll be, so I really hope you guys will follow me over there so I can interact with you! ]
[ Hey everyone! So I’ve decided to move this blog. Honestly, it’s so I can make it easier on me. I’ve moved Grayson to my multi-muse blog. I understand that people seem to dislike those types of blogs, but I’m making it easier for me to keep up with the several blogs I ran. This is where he’ll be, so I really hope you guys will follow me over there so I can interact with you! ]
[ Hey everyone! So I’ve decided to move this blog. Honestly, it’s so I can make it easier on me. I’ve moved Grayson to my multi-muse blog. I understand that people seem to dislike those types of blogs, but I’m making it easier for me to keep up with the several blogs I ran. This is where he’ll be, so I really hope you guys will follow me over there so I can interact with you! ]
[ Hey everyone! So I’ve decided to move this blog. Honestly, it’s so I can make it easier on me. I’ve moved Grayson to my multi-muse blog. I understand that people seem to dislike those types of blogs, but I’m making it easier for me to keep up with the several blogs I ran. This is where he’ll be, so I really hope you guys will follow me over there so I can interact with you! ]
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@wclfking
There’s a blood lust in his that he’s sure the other men around him don’t feel as much as him. He takes great pleasure in killing Lannister soldiers. He’s brutal, no mercy. One man gets too close to him, and instinct takes over. In the next moment his teeth have sunken into the man’s neck, blood fills his mouth and he clamps down, yanking backwards with all of his body removing the man’s throat and leaving him for dead.
His eyes dart towards where he can see Robb fighting and without hesitation he moves closer towards him, protecting his boy the only thing on his mind. Once he’s close enough he unleashes more of his rage onto the opposing soldiers, his blade sliding through weak points in armor, and parrying blades coming towards him. But all he’s consecrated on is protecting Robb, so when he sees his boy focused on one man and not noticing the man coming behind him, Grayson cares not for his own safety. He throws himself forward, putting himself between Robb and the enemy. He doesn’t have time to raise his sword, doesn’t have time to defend himself, only takes the blow meant for Robb.
Grayson’s lips part, a snarl mixed with a shout of pain. He grabs the sword, the blade digging into his hand and rips the blade from his side. So lost to his own adrenaline he doesn’t really feel the pain, only focuses on killing th man who dared hurt Robb. So he takes his own sword and rams it through the man’s neck, letting him slide off, before he himself falls to one knee.
He winces, bloody teeth clenched in pain. “Robb....” He shifts, forcing himself to stand and turn towards his boy, glad to see him down the soldiers around him. “Young Wolf, are you hurt?”
@bloodiedwolf
Braavos. It’s so different than home. So warm, he feels strange here. He knows he doesn’t belong. But it’s why he ran here, to lose himself. He barely knows the language. Just enough to get a meal, and a room. Thankfully,some know the common tongue of Westeros. It makes things easier. But he truly feels lost, gone is his boy and his family. Sansa lost to Lannisters, and Gods only knew where Arya was. Bran and Rickon burned by the bastard Theon. Jon stuck at the Wall in the North.
He’s so alone, his own brothers and sisters lost. One dead, three missing, and one at the Wall with Jon. Fuck the Gods. Fuck being alive when his boy is dead. Fuck caring for himself while he’s here. So he fights. Fights along side sellswords for the highest coin, he’s not entirely proud to say he’s made something of a reputation. Known for fighting like a beast, using his teeth more than once to rip a man’s throat out.
He no longer goes by Grayson. He’s returned to the name Grey Wind, wears the sigil of House Stark around his neck. A last way to honor his boy and pay respect to him. He’s making his way through the markets today, and as he walks he hears a voice that sounds somewhat familiar. He follows it to a young girl selling clams. “Girl!” Grey Wind calls, taking a few steps closer to the girl. “How much for clams?” He’s speaking in the common tongue of Westeros, hoping she’ll understand.
handofhonor replied to your post: [ Starter Call ]
whispers one for robb?? c:
[ All the starters for Robb~ ]
Catelyn had been wary of those direwolf pups when Ned had brought them home, carried in Robb and Bran’s arms. They grew too fast and were creatures of fearsome stories….but when she bore witness to Bran’s wolf tearing the throat of his attacker, the man’s blood falling on her face like warm rain, wariness had given way to acceptance. She had seen the direwolf protect her son, killing the catspaw, and she loved him for it.
She had, therefore, found the sight of Greywind lay at her son’s feet a comforting sight as he marched on with his war. She felt a certainty in her heart that so long as her children had their wolves by their sides, that no harm would come to them, for what else could they be but gifts from the very Gods themselves?
As consequence, she had been quick to trust the changed form of Greywind though she had not been here to beat witness to his transformation, but as she looked upon him within the room, she knew she would never cease to find it a strange sight to behold.
“The blacksmith tells me your armour is almost finished…you shall soon have better than those made to fit men of different builds”
He knew as a pup there were many people who feared them or were wary of them. Lady Stark had been one of those people. So even as a pup he had shied away from her, not wanting to maker her any more uncomfortable around him than she already was. But they had proven themselves to her, proven that their master’s would be protected and they wold kill any man who threatened them.
And Robb always brought Greywind to the war meetings, he had ripped some of Lord Umber’s fingers from his hand for drawing a weapon on his boy. And he had slaughtered Lannister soldiers for Robb. Both on four legs and now on two. But it was obvious he was ill prepared. He could handle a sword after watching Robb for so long, but he didn’t have armor that fit him. Which had caused him to be injured a few times.
Grayson bowed his head to her, grateful for her words. He was glad to be properly outfitted. He needed to be if he was going to help his boy win the war. “I was glad to be given armor of any kind My Lady. We were just lucky to have some around. But it will be easier to keep Robb safe with proper armor. Your boy is strong, Lady Stark. And I swear to watch over him. I’ll keep him safe.” He’d die for the boy, and he’d already proved he’d kill for him.
After finding a comfortable position to properly stand in, which largely consisted of shifting his body weight onto his uninjured leg, Gared looked back over to Grayson, offering a small nod at his claim to be acting out of friendship. The two of them had certainly went through a lot together, and the young man couldn’t be more grateful for having him by his side. ❝ Well, can I at least thank you for considering me a friend? ❞ It was a lighthearted joke, but still, it felt important enough to say.
❝ Guess I should consider myself lucky for having survived my first fight with Shadow, then. I’ve been told that doesn’t happen often. ❞ Wights were nothing compared to the power of an adult bear. ❝ Josera– he’s.. I don’t know. I’m still trying to work that one out. ❞ Gared figured the dislike toward him had something to do with the fact they’d chosen to remain at the North Grove, but even so, it was irritating. The boy hoped they’d learn to get along.
Smirking lightly at the comment of Shadow being the one to have warmed to him, Gared nodded, unable to disagree. He just had to worry about the beast when it fell under the control of Josera, he supposed. ❝ Elsera? She’s..– ❞ She was stronger than when they first met, and whilst that was clearly good for their cause, it was difficult to forget how such strength was obtained. Gared felt guilt, and knew it wouldn’t soon leave. ❝ –She’s strong. I think she has enough to keep her warriors under control. ❞
“You really should not thank me. I’ve been described as a lost puppy at times. You may get tired of that.” He grinned widely, thinking of his secret, and sharing a joke with himself. “Besides we were brothers once. And although we’re no longer with the Watch, I’ll still fight beside you as I would have there. As a brother and friend.” He cleared his throat shifting where he walked next to Gared while gently clapping the other man on the shoulder.
“So I’ve heard. I’m pretty sure each of us have heard it several times. Though half the time I think it’s Josera trying to sound more threatening.” He grinned a slight shake of his head. The man hadn’t been warming up to them much, but it was only because they had all decided to stay and defend the grave rather than run to Ironrath. “He’s angry, but he’ll see soon enough. We’ve made the right choice here.”
Elsera had been a bit wary of Grayson. Her magic could probably tell there was something off about him. Not that he’d ever admit to it. He trusted Gared, but he didn’t know the other’s well enough to trust them. “That’s good. I’m glad her strength is keeping up. We paid a hefty price for it. But I know Cotter would be glad we’re keeping Sylvi safe. Just think on that when you may start to doubt your actions.”
[ Starter Call ]
“The Gods? Those so called Gods you people pray to, what have they done for us? They either aren’t there, or they just enjoy watching everyone suffer. You all put them on some pedestal, but where are they when good men are dying? When wars are being fought? I do not see them fighting side by side with us.”
Gared took the handful of bandages from Grayson, offering a small smile out of thanks before returning to his leg, wrapping the material around the injured area once confident that it had been cleaned to the best of his ability. ❝ I think Shadow’s warming to me. ❞ Letting out a quiet chuckle, the young man lowered his head, shaking it for a short moment. The bear no longer looked at him in such a threatening way, at the very least. ❝ So, uh, yes, it was the dead that did this. ❞
After the bandages had been applied, the boy pulled himself up from the rock he’d seated himself on, letting out a small hiss of pain at the weight placed on the wound. It certainly stung, but was nothing compared to when Britt had attacked him at his fathers’ farm. Having went through the pain of almost losing a leg once (and the hike up to Ironrath with said injury– as well as bloodloss), most injuries, in comparison, now felt fairly insignificant. ❝ I– uh, thanks. For the help. ❞
Once Gared stood, Grayson put a hand out should the younger man fall. He was strong though. “You do not have to thank me, Gared. After traveling together, fighting together, we’re friends. I help my friends.” He shifted where he stood, somewhat uncomfortable with his own words. He is really not good with words at times. “Let me know if the wound doesn’t get better, I’ll go out find some more healing herbs. Or I’ll try to.”
“So I would hope. It’s not smart to be enemies with a bear. Though I don’t believe Josera is the one warming up to you, it seems that it really is Shadow who likes you better.” Grayson teased. Josera didn’t seems to like anyone though, he wasn’t too happy that they had stayed to defend the grove. “How’s Elsera, is she keeping her strength up?” He... wasn’t overly fond of magic, it made him nervous, jumpy. He hope they wouldn’t have to sacrifice another person for the woman to keep her powers up.
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