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[wolfchild]

CHARACTERS: assorted foolhardy souls
DATE: spanning a few days
WARNINGS: none atm; but arya and nymeria are both terrible
SUMMARY: meetings and follow-ups; pm for a starter

[ every night since she was brought to this dead world, her dreams have been empty. a belly empty of dream meat. ears empty of the songs of her little grey cousins. a heart, empty. as if something that had always been there…abruptly gone.

the kindly man would be pleased if he knew. if she told him. she would not even if she could. she would never be able to lie well enough. if he asked her how it felt, she fears the tears would choke her voice. she goes to bed each night hoping. she wakes each morning disappointed.

she has been so many people. maybe it was only a matter of time before she truly began to lose her hold on arya stark. the kindly man would look on her proudly. a sorrowful nostalgia blooms blackened flowers in a chest left aching and hollow.

until she wakes to a hot puff of air across her face.

her room is dark, the bed warm. she can feel the presence, warmer even than the bed, smelling of pine and soil and air and something older, something deeper. it's the smell of the northern wind rattling her shutters. it's the smell of her favorite red blanket when she wrapped herself in it. it's the smell of the warm grey walls of winterfell. it's the smell of her wolf when she would sneak the pup into her bed and nymeria would sleep curled up at the foot of her bed.

a tear squeezes past eyes still closed, then another. a rough tongue laps at the salt on her cheek. arya sobs, her mouth stretching into a watery grin.

her eyes blink open. nymeria is a shadow darker than those behind her, but her eyes glimmer strangely gold.

arya throws her arms around the wolf's neck. trembling, she clings to nymeria. the wolf makes a noise low in her throat and noses sweetly at her hair and shoulder. arya cries and arya laughs, until, spent, she tangles her fingers through the long thick fur. she breathes a gentle, contented sigh. ]

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[wolfchild]

[ a wolf is never tame. a wolf can be broken, chained up, kept by force. one day it will bite. a dog will bend easily; a wolf will not.

a direwolf bends to no one.

the girl's eyes narrow. the wolf growls. ]

You must be really fucking stupid to follow a direwolf. [ to put it plainly. ]

Go away.

[tolight]

[ Wow rude as heck, how are we supposed to have a thread if she didn't follow Nymeria?!?!? ]

I cannot recall a time when I saw a — direwolf move at a person's call. [ She answers instead, the dismissal noted but not quite acted upon. Not yet. Her eyebrows furrow, of course it does, because she's been insulted, but — she holds her tongue, for now.

Tries again, almost stubbornly: ] Are you a new recruit?

[wolfchild]

If you didn't know what she was, you've not seen a direwolf, stupid.

[ tl;dr 凸(￣ヘ￣) ]

[tolight]

[ Naga help her soul. She crosses her arms. ]

My point still stands — it is rare to see a beast answer a person's call.

Yet she did. [ You can't blame her for being curious!! ]

[wolfchild]

And it is rare to see someone so old who doesn't understand go away.

[ zokla rises with a huff. not bothering to wait for a reply, she turns away. nymeria lingers. the intelligence in her gaze is matched only by ferocity. silent, she follows the girl. ]