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time for dying - Stærk - January 18, 2025
he stalks beside gjalla, his golden eye dark with unspent rage. every inch of him radiates tension, though it is contained, simmering just beneath the surface. his breaths come slow but sharp, each one dragging through clenched teeth as he fights the urge to act on the fury corrupting his heart.
he doesn’t speak, doesn’t even glance at gjalla, though her presence is the only tether holding him back from storming these foreign lands. he knows better than to step unbidden into claimed territory—knows that to demand morwenna without care would dishonor her, and himself.
this is between family—between blood. the weight of it presses heavily on stærk, his thoughts a chaotic blur of questions and anger, all pointed toward his sister and whatever fate has led her here. his tail lashes once, a sharp motion against the frozen air, before he glances sidelong at gjalla, his gaze a silent demand. the words he doesn’t speak hang heavy between them:
call her. now.
RE: time for dying - Gjalla - January 18, 2025
Gjalla’s jaw clenched as she stalked forward. She could feel the weight of him—a walking storm contained within the rigid frame of his body, a single golden eye flashing dark and accusatory with every breath he dragged through clenched teeth.
He didn’t look at her, didn’t speak, but the demand was there all the same. It grated on her nerves, the unspoken expectation that she would fix this, that she would bear the burden of his misplaced outrage and deliver him to Morwenna like some groveling messenger.
Her tail flicked behind her, dismissive, as she stepped a few paces ahead, her breaths curling in the air. When she finally stopped, she stood rigid, her head tilting slightly toward the heavens with a crisp howl, a signal for her spirit sister.
"She will come," Gjalla muttered. Then, louder, her gaze snapping back to him, "and you will mind your tongue when you see her." she added coldly. A warning of sorts; Gjalla had no interest in watching the prince give the woman grief over choices she alone deserved to make.
RE: time for dying - Star Eater - January 18, 2025
her scent was changing. the morning sickness came and went, and it went with joy. she had not yet told her husband of what she had become with child. children. as she had not yet been sure of how long she would come.
she heard her sister's howl. and she replied; i am coming! and she set off through the wooded area, over the logs, careful to not be risky with taking a misstep. she wondered what she sought— maybe today was the day she asked for a pelt? a sinew charm that she could weave—?
you call—
...
breath hitched in her throat. caught. she choked, however brief, upon seeing his furs. the same jaded look he carried, full of reverence and envy. but one that she had missed, longed for. but did not long him the same as she had when her children—
her children—! rhaegar. vaelion. aerythar. serenya! say their names!
she forced herself to swallow the rising nausea, her breath shallow.
gjalla.
she did not look to him. not yet. not now. goawaygoaway!
the syllable carried all the weight of years gone by, of bonds once unshakable and now frayed.
what are you doing here?
her heart pounded in her ears, the numbness spreading through her veins. this was not how she imagined their reunion, if she ever dared to imagine it at all. and yet, here he was—golden eye blazing, a silent judgment burning behind it.
RE: time for dying - Stærk - January 18, 2025
she does not even look at him. does not dare look him in the eye. and why should she? she knows what she has done. what she has cost them. and stark cannot contain the growl that rips from behind caged teeth, black lips pulling tight in stress.
he cares not for gjalla's warning. there is nothing she could do to him. but it is not gjalla, or morwenna, that enrages him so. it is the scent his sister carries. thick, sickly sweet; grating on him. a scent he knew. he had never wed, never brought forth a woman with children of his own, but he could remember the day his sister came to him. told him that he would be an uncle.
it was the same scent then, as it was now. so his one good eye blazes with all the emotions: anger, betrayal, grief. he is sick. sick looking at her. even more sick that she ignores him, pretends that he does not exist. so he is not shy about shouldering his way past gjalla, forcing himself into the vision of his sister.
you cannot even look me in my eye.he spits, common tongue. but it is when he speaks again that their mother tongue bleeds true of him, spawned by something deeper, darker, and long withheld. the dam has broken forth.
skoros issa bona, morwenna? bona syt trezy?
ao henujagon īlva hembi, rūsīrī ao bē, īlva lentor, īlva lentor's valoti azantys?! syt skoros?! vala?!
his golden eye has bled red at this point, beady with red malice as it licks upon her face. how he had wished, when he long last saw her again, that it would be with an embrace and a kiss. perhaps what stung the most is that she had found a man that was not him. that when she was done laying with rhaegon, it was not stark she had chosen. what had he done?! to earn her ire, that she would do this?! that she would forget the traditions of their blood?!
this is what he says to her now:
aōha mōris gēsin hen idañe raqiros. hēnkirī issa se mērī belma. gīmigon yne syt bisa vōs. se skoros hae ñuha tita? ñuha talusi? īlva raqirossa? issi pōnta syt ao vōs rybagon ēza?!
RE: time for dying - Gjalla - January 18, 2025
The air was charged with tension, thick enough to choke on, as Morwenna’s voice hung in the frigid silence. Gjalla’s eyes flicked between the siblings, her chest tight. She could see the storm brewing in Stærk, the fire burning brighter with each word, and she braced herself for the outburst she knew was coming. And then it broke.
His words came in a torrent, fury spilling forth in the harsh cadence of their mother tongue. The venom in his voice struck the air like a whip, each accusation laced with anger, betrayal, and something darker—something wounded. Gjalla’s ears pinned back as he barreled forward, shouldering past her with all the force of his rage. She felt her lip curl instinctively, a warning snarl threatening to break free, but she held it back.
This wasn’t about her. Not truly, but when Stærk’s words turned to Morwenna’s belly—to the life she carried—Gjalla did not hesitate. Not after before.
“Enough!” Her voice rang sharp, cutting through his tirade like a blade, a snarl building in her throat. She stepped between them with purpose, her eyes locking onto Stærk’s with a ferocity that matched his own. She did not bring him here for this.
"You forget yourself. You don’t come here after gods-know-how-long, and hurl accusations like that," she growled, her voice low but trembling with barely restrained anger. "You don’t know what she’s been through, what choices she’s had to make."
Gjalla turned her head just slightly, her gaze softening when it flicked to Morwenna. The woman’s silence, her averted gaze, told her everything she needed to know. Morwenna didn’t need this—not now, not ever. He is lucky she had enough respect for Morwenna not to bare her teeth to his flesh where they stood. Perhaps the Chieftain would take that honor.
"Whatever you’re angry about, whatever you think she’s done," Gjalla continued, her voice steady but sharp, "you will not speak to her like that in her own territory."
She turned back to Stærk, her pale eyes boring into his with an intensity that dared him to defy her. Gjalla stood firm, her shoulders squared and her jaw set. She wouldn’t back down—not for him, not for anyone.
RE: time for dying - Sun Eater - January 18, 2025
a roar preceded the chieftain. protective over his wife's possible pregnancy, spurred by blackfell's intent upon courtship, he was a man driven to hard violence once more.
he did not need to know their words to see the anger of the strange man now confronting his mate; sun eater's wrath was a visceral thing, and he plunged through the snow with upflung tail.
gjalla had not moved to defend keda; this incensed him further, but he shoved beyond them both, teeth raking cold air for the man. however, as he drew closer, he saw the woman's stance tighten, heard her voice turn against the stranger, and the mounting fire switched from her at once.
it was his role to protect, and so in bloodthirst he did simply this.
if the interloper did not run, sun eater meant to attack with crushing force, heedless of his wife or gjalla in this moment.
the single eye scorched. let them all see what a lanzadoii man did.
he did not need to know their words to see the anger of the strange man now confronting his mate; sun eater's wrath was a visceral thing, and he plunged through the snow with upflung tail.
gjalla had not moved to defend keda; this incensed him further, but he shoved beyond them both, teeth raking cold air for the man. however, as he drew closer, he saw the woman's stance tighten, heard her voice turn against the stranger, and the mounting fire switched from her at once.
it was his role to protect, and so in bloodthirst he did simply this.
if the interloper did not run, sun eater meant to attack with crushing force, heedless of his wife or gjalla in this moment.
the single eye scorched. let them all see what a lanzadoii man did.
RE: time for dying - Star Eater - January 18, 2025
the storm inside her brother was almost palpable, and star eater felt every word he spat like a physical blow. her chest tightened, her breath coming shallow as his accusations lashed against her. his voice, that once brought her comfort, now tore through her like jagged glass.
her gaze didn’t rise to meet his—not at first. she stood frozen, her body stiff with tension, the weight of his fury pressing down on her. gjalla’s intervention was a lifeline, a tether keeping her from crumbling under the weight of it all. the sharpness of gjalla’s voice cut through the chaos, creating a space for her to breathe, to think.
when the silence finally settled, her eyes lifted, catching stark's fiery golden gaze. her own were no longer filled with the softness of the sister he once knew but with a quiet, resolute strength.
you speak of treachery.her voice was low, measured, trembling at the edges but firm at its core.
and yet you seem to forget what the king consort had done. he raised his army, broke through the walls, and bludgeoned your kin before your queens eyes.she stepped closer, past gjalla’s protective stance, her tail stiff and her chin lifted.
you have no idea,her voice cracked, but she pressed on,
no idea what loss is.
she exhaled sharply, her gaze flicking to gjalla briefly before landing back on him. the scent of her husband clung to her like armor, and she clutched at the thought of him now.
she took a step back, her gaze unyielding.
you spit where the land dries. where life grows inside— i have created something new!she looks for him— for sun eater! come to me, cometomecometome, help me!
and he did! her great beast of a husband leapt through the trees with a roar, pinning her brother to the ground. snow caught, a mist of white flashing before them. she moved to stand beside him, her husband, atop of her brother like this. she would not stop him. for her brother was cruel, undeserving— she did not know who he was. not any longer. a stranger cast in his pearlescent furs.
i am not a queen any longer,she continued, her voice hardening.
i am the chieftain’s wife. i am star eater of saatsine. and if you cannot see past your rage long enough to understand why, then he will make it so.
to her love, she asked of him,
if he does not submit, you rip his words from his throat.the lanzadoii had come fast, spurting from her lips like a fire she did not know she was capable of.
brother or no, he threaten our cubs. new life, you said? new us, for us, husband.
RE: time for dying - Stærk - January 18, 2025
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traitor. traitor.
traitor.
TRAITOR!his voice comes loud, fast, a shout that burns like the fire of their lineage and comes forth from his throat like putrid dragon's fire.
BOTH OF YOU! TRAITORS! YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN. BETRAYED! YOUR MINDS ARE SOILED.
lashing out now. his eye wide, wide with malice and hate. hatred for gjalla. gjalla, who twisted the mind of his sister. convinced her to turncoat. morwenna, who had abandoned everything. all that they had said of her was true. the bitch queen. that is what she was! that is all she ever would be, even as she spewed her insanities now! in front of him, before his very eye!
stark is immune to her bluster.
you lie.he spits, spits like poison into a raw wound.
you lie, that is all you have ever done!
he is too caught up in his maddening cry to notice the barreling form of a dark shadow towards him. half blind, he does not know of sun eater's presence until the man is atop him. sending him scattering into the snow, pinning him to the ground beneath. his blood roars in his ears, adrenaline shooting through veins of crimson as he fights back. teeth gnashing, his jaws seeking to find any hold on the black beast. a roar, a war cry in his throat. he will kill this bastard!
he who had ruined his sister. sullied her. he could smell him on her now. this was the one. he would fucking die. here, now, and stark would piss on his fucking body and string his guts up for morwenna to see. he would say: look, sister! look at your husband! dead, like carrion! you traitorous cunt!
morwenna's words burn in his ear. a tongue he had never heard before. it is like arsenic, and it alone is enough to further his maddening tirade.
you lecherous fucking cunt.he spits from beneath the man who he grapples with, rearing hind legs to tear at the man's underbelly in any attempt to dislodge his hold.
does our blood mean nothing? NOTHING?!even as teeth tear at his pelt, stark is shouting. screaming. snarling, growling.
you cannot kill me, morwenna. i will always come back. i will haunt you. i will haunt you!
RE: time for dying - Gjalla - January 18, 2025
Gjalla’s heart thundered in her chest as she stood rooted in place, her pulse pounding so loudly in her ears that she could scarcely hear the chaos unfolding before her. Snow whipped in violent eddies as the scene reached its fever pitch: Sun Eater, a black storm of wrath, had barreled through the trees with an unrelenting ferocity that even Gjalla had rarely witnessed. His roar had shattered the air, and before anyone could blink, he had Stark pinned beneath his bulk. The snow had sprayed in a blinding cloud, the force of his arrival leaving an almost tangible mark on the earth.
And now—chaos. Stark thrashed wildly beneath Sun Eater, snarling with the feral desperation of a caged beast. His words, venomous and raw, ripped through the air like jagged claws. “TRAITOR! TRAITOR! YOU CANNOT KILL ME! I WILL HAUNT YOU!” The frenzied repetition of the word, his screams of betrayal and hatred, curdled the air like poison.
Sun Eater’s growls rumbled like thunder, his form unyielding even under Stark’s frenzied attempts to dislodge him. The display was awe-inspiring, a brutal and beautiful show of karma. Gjalla’s breath caught as she watched him rake his teeth near Stark’s throat, a creature wholly possessed by purpose: to defend what was his.
Morwenna’s voice rang out, firm and commanding, though it trembled with the weight of long-buried pain. Her declaration was steeped in a newfound pride—struck Gjalla to her core. This was no longer the queen Stark believed her to be; this was something else entirely. Star Eater, the Chieftain’s wife. A woman reborn in the fires of her own trials, standing beside a mate who would tear apart the world for her.
And yet, she did nothing. She was no diplomat; her words had long since reached their limit, and her presence alone could only offer so much support. She could not intervene, not when Sun Eater had taken the reins with such conviction. She did not want to, anyhow. The rat bastard deserved to die long before today.
Watch, something inside her whispered. Wait.
RE: time for dying - Sun Eater - January 19, 2025
vision carved to darkening tunnel as sun eater bore down upon the man, throwing him back into the snow. a powerful thrill played upon his nerves as his teeth cut for the stranger again and again.
claws dug into the fur of his underbelly, and still he crushed down; these continued words shouted at his mate drove sun eater into a deeper anger.
lanzadoii then, keda speaking of this man as brother, as blood who turned back upon blood. his attacks became bitterer; he sought to drag the wolf upon the ground as if he were no more than offal.
his lips had split with the force of his blows; flashing teeth had caught his cheekbone, and still on and on went the terrible snarling, the blaze of his remaining eye with murderous fire.
claws dug into the fur of his underbelly, and still he crushed down; these continued words shouted at his mate drove sun eater into a deeper anger.
lanzadoii then, keda speaking of this man as brother, as blood who turned back upon blood. his attacks became bitterer; he sought to drag the wolf upon the ground as if he were no more than offal.
his lips had split with the force of his blows; flashing teeth had caught his cheekbone, and still on and on went the terrible snarling, the blaze of his remaining eye with murderous fire.
RE: time for dying - Star Eater - January 19, 2025
her voice broke through the chaos, sharp and cutting, silencing the screaming gale of accusations from her brother.
it is no lie.her tone was steel, her words forged with the same fire that had burned away the weak parts of her soul.
rhaegon was hunted down, torn apart for what he did to our family. you did it. you did it!her eyes, hard and unyielding, bore into her brother’s wild expression.
he wanted the throne. always. and so did you.
the air around her vibrated with tension as sun eater’s growls thundered over stark’s snarling. blood had begun to fleck the snow beneath them, and still, her husband did not yield, his single eye blazing with protective fury.
do you think this is about tradition? about loyalty?she spat, stepping closer. gjalla’s form remained nearby, a silent pillar of strength, but star eater no longer needed the shield. she was not the woman stark remembered. she was something more now—sharpened, tempered by the cruelty of the world they had once ruled together.
our blood means nothing when it is used as a weapon,she hissed. her voice cracked, but her resolve did not falter.
you speak of betrayal as if you were not the one who abandoned me. you speak of honor as if it was not your claws that drove into our family’s back.
her gaze flickered briefly to sun eater, the man who had fought for her, who had shown her what it was to be protected—not claimed, but valued. her voice softened, though it carried no less weight.
he is my mate. my protector! and you are nothing but a ghost.
then she turned her focus back to stark, her voice lowering to a whisper that cut through the icy air like a blade.
haunt me if you must, brother, but it won’t change what you are: a coward. a traitor. and a fool.
her lips curled in a final snarl.
submit. or the seven will see you at their altars.
RE: time for dying - Stærk - January 19, 2025
stærk’s vision tunneled as claws rake through his fur, teeth snapping dangerously close to his flesh.
you did it. you did it!
her accusation struck like a blow to his ribs, stealing what little air he could muster. confusion clouded his thoughts, her words twisting through the jagged fragments of his memory like knives.
rhaegon was hunted down, torn apart... you did it.
he froze beneath the chieftain’s weight. the fury in his eye dimmed. he didn’t remember. the blood, the vengeance, the fall of their family.
he wanted the throne. always. and so did you.
her accusations lashed at him like whips, each word a crack against his pride, his purpose. his growls quieted, but the tension in his body remained, coiled like a spring ready to snap.
a coward. a traitor. and a fool.
her final words cut deepest of all. what had he done, if not uphold her rule? everything, everything, everything! everything he had ever done—it had all been for her! for his sister! for his blood!
he will not submit. he will not! so he heaves, strongly, making to push himself to his paws from beneath her husband. their teeth crashing together as he fights to his paws, only to be wrenched back below. stuck. unable to claim dominance in their battle. he is stricken. so be it!
the seven shall g—he sputters, a splatter of saliva and blood to paint sun eater's black coat.
-uide me. to the heaven—another choke.
RE: time for dying - Sun Eater - January 19, 2025
there was simplicity in these acts of blood-duel. his eyes had dilated to a bleak void, the seeking of satisfaction in things that should not sate.
crimson flowers in the snow; churned mud in melting drifts. the man coughed and shouted and coughed again;
sun eater shook him there in the drifts. father, brother, kinship; it mattered not to him in this moment, only the fatality demanded by caribou spirits and his own pride.
even his wife's voice faded to the man's ears beneath his onslaught of violence.
crimson flowers in the snow; churned mud in melting drifts. the man coughed and shouted and coughed again;
sun eater shook him there in the drifts. father, brother, kinship; it mattered not to him in this moment, only the fatality demanded by caribou spirits and his own pride.
even his wife's voice faded to the man's ears beneath his onslaught of violence.
RE: time for dying - Ridgeback - January 19, 2025
A commotion brewed in the distance like a storm gathering on the horizon. He heard words ring out like gunshots, snarls lash like vipers. Of the voices, he recognized only two, the same could be said of the scents. It was not the first time a stranger had come to their borders to agitate one of their women. Beauty was in no short supply in Saatsine; perhaps others had come with hopes of stealing a shard of it.
Ridgeback hastened toward the brawl, in time to see Sun Eater bowl into the stranger, and hear Gjalla address the unyielding man as her brother.
Guarded eyes watched as the Chieftan wrestled with the man. Ridgeback knew the importance of allowing one man to show and prove his strength; he lingered on the outskirts, ready to reinforce punishment should the stranger outmaneuver the Chieftan.
RE: time for dying - Stærk - January 20, 2025
drags it out…
stærk’s body jolts with sudden, desperate energy, a surge of defiance driving him as his teeth snap against sun eater’s snout. the taste of blood floods his mouth, the metallic tang sharp and bitter, but it’s enough—it buys him the opening he needs.
he cannot die!
he isn’t ready!
he shoves, claws raking against the snow as he scrambles out from beneath the chieftain's crushing weight, skittering backward in uneven, frantic movements.
ēdruta ziry!the demand rasps from a hoarse throat.
nyke aōha mūbrōzys iksan!a plea.
there is desperation in his crazed eye as he stares at morwenna. bloodied fur tangled, matted in the ichor of his own making; with each strained breath bringing the rise and fall of his flanks. a rib or two surely broken from the struggle. the snow beneath him painted in crimson.
a canvas of betrayal.
egō syt ñuhon ūndegon syt ñuha lentor tolī jorrāelagon?!his voice is of trembling rage and sorrow. of pain and agony.
his body burns with the effort to keep standing, to remain conscious, but he does so just enough to ensure his own survival. stumbling weakly towards his sister, seeking her embrace as tears well in a bloodied eye; risking the tear of his throat from his body should she not stop her raging husband.
RE: time for dying - Star Eater - January 20, 2025
star eater stands frozen, her limbs stiff as though encased in ice. her gaze flickers between her brother, broken and pleading, and her husband, a black storm of unrelenting wrath. the air is thick with the scent of blood, the snow beneath their feet a morass of crimson betrayal.
stark's rasps, his voice a broken echo of a once-proud brother. her heart wrenches at the sound, guilt digging its claws deep into her chest. yet she doesn’t move. she cannot.
her gaze finds sun eater, blazing with the fire of his fury. his rage is pummeling, and in that moment, star eater knows she cannot intervene. not here. not now. not ever.
her lips part, but no sound escapes. her mind races with the weight of what she cannot say. if she dares to stop him, to speak out against the chieftain, it would not be her brother lying in the snow next.
she glances at ridgeback, the watchful eye of the wolf reminding her of sun eater’s singular request: loyalty. anything less would be an affront not just to her husband, but to the traditions he holds sacred.
he submits,she says, her voice trembling but audible. it is not a command, not truly, but a balm meant to temper the beast before her.
but it is your choice.
still, she does not step forward to shield her brother. she does not touch him. instead, she remains where she is, her paws rooted as though bound by chains. her heart screams for her sibling, but her body remains loyal to the chieftain, the man whose fury she has learned to fear— to love.
the guilt festers within her, a sickness spreading through her veins, but she does not meet stark’s gaze. you will never forgive me for this, she thinks, the words aching in her silence.
but she does not move. she does not stop him. she cannot.
RE: time for dying - Sun Eater - January 22, 2025
dimly, too dimly, he heard star eater's voice. his wife, she who carried their legacy and the success of saatsine. lanzadoii filtered into the heated ears, and at last he wrenched his jaws from her brother and stepped back.
redblack blood pooled from his jaws, dripping slowly into the snow. "get out," he snarled in a voice studded with whipthorns, and the single eye demanded it. commanded it.
another second and he would be upon the stranger again, compelled, led by the deep rage which sat inside his heart, an anger that truly had nothing to do with this redstained scene and all to be himself.
a loud snarl shattered the air once more, sun eater stalking to gargoyle shoulders at the side of his mate, placing his tall body between the man and the saatsine hunters.
redblack blood pooled from his jaws, dripping slowly into the snow. "get out," he snarled in a voice studded with whipthorns, and the single eye demanded it. commanded it.
another second and he would be upon the stranger again, compelled, led by the deep rage which sat inside his heart, an anger that truly had nothing to do with this redstained scene and all to be himself.
a loud snarl shattered the air once more, sun eater stalking to gargoyle shoulders at the side of his mate, placing his tall body between the man and the saatsine hunters.
RE: time for dying - Stærk - January 22, 2025
stærk’s breathing is a ragged staccato, his chest heaving as he fights to stay upright. the sting of his sister’s voice blinds him—he submits. they twist like knives in his gut, a final betrayal from the one he’d thought would never turn against him.
get out.
he looks death in the face then, and takes stumbling steps backwards. resisting every urge to collapse into the snow and succumb to wounds.
he coughs, spitting blood into the snow. forsaken, he thinks. by family, by blood, by home.
soon he is gone. leaving morwenna to her false life. hate brewing in an already calloused heart.