Malachai Swan ➡ Rebecca Butler

 "The cunning warrior attacks neither the body or the mind...."

Those words had stuck with him all his life as he folded the item carefully in the cloth. How would see respond to knowing this truth about him so many years ago. It was not time to unveil that to her and see the truth behind her heart.

Getting up early in the morning he sets out coffee for her and tea for himself, then waits patiently for her to wake and search him out, he knew it would not take her long to find him. Hearing her light foot steps finally he calls out without turning as he sits on the couch, holding the carefully covered package in his lap. "I am over here Rebecca Butler I made you some coffee, please have some and come next to me please I have something to give you and tell you."

 

The dawn found her slowly slipping into awakening and when she stretched, she noticed Malachai wasn't beside her. Sitting up, she ran her fingers through her hair as she slid out of bed, putting on a robe and closing it around her as she went into the kitchen and pouring her some coffee. "Thanks hun. Smells good." She replied as she walked into the living room and walked over to him, sitting beside him. "What's going on hun?" She asked, curious as to what he had to tell her.

 

Feeling her sitting next to me I take a deep breath while holding the item that is covered on my lap. "I have something to give you and after you open this you might be on a little shock." He gently picks up the item and places it on her lap.

 

She looked down at the package he sat in her lap and her eyes furrowed. Slowly opening it, her eyes went wide and she actually paled at seeing what it was. "Why....would you give me this?" She asked softly. Trying hard not to be both angry or nervous. Waiting to see why he would give her such a thing.

 

"the cunning warrior attacks neither the body or the mind." He let those words echo out a moment before speaking again. "Those words you should remember am I correct.?" Turning to her I look down at the whip and back up to her. "It was me all those years ago that stopped him, and that was what I carried ever since that day." He closes his eyes and breathes deep. "I wanted to give you that so you would know everything."

 

Her eyes went wide at hearing the phrase and for a moment, she very nearly freaked out! Panic gripped her chest as she was taken back for a split second to that moment in time and she found it hard to breathe. Until she heard Malachai's words and looked at him. "You....you stopped that Master?" She asked, breathless. "I thought....he just stopped cause he was tired....or was done with me..." She trailed off, not knowing what to think.

 

"Yes that is correct it was me all those years ago, no he was taught a true lesson. I couldn't tell you until now because of alot of things that was goin on and now I have a reason to tell you, I have to protect you after all because I love you." He places his hand gently on her lap.

 

She looked up at him, her eyes a bit wide at hearing his admission. He....loved her? Really? After all this time. Why would he wait till now, when they had known each other for years? Surely he had to have known about her affection for him. Her desire. It took her a few moments to try and figure out what he was saying as she bit her lip and looked at him. "You love me?" She asked, ever so softly. "You protected me? All those years ago?" She sighed softly as a small smile crossed her face. "Mal...after all these years.....I thought you knew...I love you too...."

 

"Something's you have to let run it's course before other things could be said. I was a different person back then, not the same person as I am now, as for why I couldn't say anything, well you know my secret that's why and until lately I was bound to be unable to say anything, well that's different now." Talking a deep breath before looking down at the whip. " Yeah it has been a wild ride and if I things have gone sooner back then you would not be who you are now, and you are stronger cause of it."

 

"I am...stronger because of my past, and I wouldn't change it for anything. Even though parts of it still give me nightmares." She said softly. "But...You'll be there, won't you? When they come?" She asked, all but asking him to stay with her. And not just for that. They had known each other for years at this point, and she never thought of him as evil or a monster, even though she knew now what he meant when he said it. She wanted him to be a part of her life, and her a part of his.

 

Nods my head and reaches over to pull you closer. "As long as you allow me to be I will be here, that is also why I told you what I had to tell you today, so now you can be mine and I yours" leans over and kisses you gently on the cheek.

 

She smiled faintly at him as he kissed her cheek and pulled her closer. She settled against him and kissed him back. "I want you...with me...forever." Her words soft, yet she meant them. every single one of them.

Allya: Where It Ends

 ~ALLYA~

Read the lyrics...carefully. She's had her heart broken once, badly...in the worst way and it's a scar she carries but she refuses to show it. (probably why she comes off as a flirt and always happy all the time)

Allya: I See Red

 ~ALLYA~

Cause's she my dangerous little badass! *giggles* She'd do something like this too.....

Roose Bolton | Lydia RP

 Name. Roose Bolton

Family. Ramsay Bolton, Bastard son.

Books and Shows. Main storyline. Game Of Thrones. Though with how I play him he could fall anywhere on the timeline. MUWAHAHA

High Muse

 

"Something troubling you, My Lord?" The dark haired maiden came closer from his side and just behind, having seen him in a state of contemplation.

Syria wasn't as well known as they rest of her....family, but she was a curious sort of person and often wandered about the roads and hills of this new place alone. She having learned much about those that lived or ruled nearby and had come to seek a space in the Bolton's household...for a time. Who else to better stumble upon to ask such a request, than the Lord, himself?

"Forgive me. You seemed deep in thought. Was there anything I might help you with?"

 

The idiot! In all honesty it took a good deal of patience and biting his own tongue not to grow quick to anger with the young fool! His methods were questionable! He clearly had not the stomach for war yet thought himself a leader! Staring across the field that was still soaked of blood despite many of the carts having left Roose had only become aware of the female once she'd spoken. Mainly because he merely suspected the soft footsteps to be one of many healers and morticians out seeing to the dead and injured. His gaze shifted towards her finally, his expression null of much more than frustration and he seemed to eye her for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"Nothing that can be helped. No offense" He finally informed her before giving the field one last glance, his eyes moving back to where she stood. Not another word was spoken as he still assumed she was one of the healers who'd strayed to check on him. She wouldn't have been the first and he was soon heading back for where he'd left one of his men and their horses.

 

Syria had nodded at the Lord's words but was unsure exactly how to proceed. She was a healer, but most would not be content with her version of healing...nor likely to survive it. Being she wasn't human and her people's way of healing....well...lets just say water was involved and when one could not breathe under it...well...you get the idea. Or fire for that matter. Still, she had paid somewhat of attention when Becca and Allya had been sent to heal or to help and was sure she could at least give comfort to those who needed it if not heal them. For her empathy was more where her power lay.

Pausing only a moment, she turned quickly upon her heel and walked after Roose. Calling out again. "My Lord...a moment please?" She asked as she caught up to him and offered a small smile.

"I had heard that you were looking for help. About your Keep and the stables? I have come to see if that were true." She tried not to blush for she wasn't very good with dealing with people. "I might not look like much, but I am strong and will work hard if there is a job to be done. Have you any positions open?" She inquired.

 

Oh absolute hell! Could he not get even a moments peace or in the least make it back to camp without such bothersome shit! Still he merely shared a look with his man who sat in wait before slowly turning, back towards her with a raised eyebrow as she merely began rambling. How has she managed to track him down!? Here!? Well, perhaps it wasn't uncommon knowledge who he traveled with and if she'd briefly seen them she could have hung around long enough to seek him out. Seemed likely enough so he didn't questioned it.

"I have two several. Though I'd prefer to have someone to tend to the war horses as I believe for now it's a bit quiet up north. Most of the horses are with us..." He replied all to bluntly nodding to the distance where the thick trees just managed to shroud their camp. Though for the most part there was still soldiers coming and going from that area so it was obvious where it was.

"However, I will not lie to you. I had hoped to find a boy for both you understand?" He informed her making sure she understood that was she was asking was honestly a bit far fetched. Uncommon to say the least however, he was also in need of ... Someone else. Someone he could trust however and to do that he would need to give her and a few of his other men and servants awhile in service before he chose for that. "Do you have any experience? I might be convinced to overlook your other, qualifications if that be the case" He finally decided after a brief moment of quick thought. Frankly, her being around would certainly help his men should she actually know what she was doing. Less work to do when they need be resting and preparing to travel and keep on the move.

 

Hearing of his answer and then the following words, Syria attempted not to look affronted at not being exactly what was expected. Everyone was always looking for a boy or a man to do the work needed. As if the idea of a capable woman able to handle the same job was an unheard of idea. But she kept such thoughts off her face and out of her eyes as she nodded at his question.

"I do. Have experience with horses, Sir. War horses in particular."

It wasn't a total lie. She had worked with Allya in the same King's stables before for many, many years. Learning as she went. And while she couldn't 'talk' to them like Allya could, she could no less interpret their moods and desires and see what needed to be done, done.

"I used to work in a King's stables. For many years. I learned much under his head grooms tutelage." The fact that that 'groom' had been a woman, she left out as well.

 

A rather impressed look crossed his face for a moment. He'd half expected her to claim she'd had horses and somehow that made her knowledgeable. Still, it was pleasantly surprising. "Well, then forgive me for my quick judgements. I will offer you work, on a trial bases" He replied, making sure to note his mind could still change should she prove to be less than what she described or for whatever reason she wasn't a good fit. Women could be hard to have for long out here, whether it be the harsh weather or traveling or even the men causing her issues or vice versa. So he had to still be a bit leery to the idea if anything for her sake.

"I'll need you to start at your earliest convenience. Should you need to fetch your things do so, and meet me at my tent by tonight at the latest" He informed her, not bothering to waste anytime caring for whether she had questions as he could deal with that at a later time. Instead he was already turning and moving to mount his horse, taking the reigns from his man before his eyes went to her once more as if to make sure she was in agreement. She'd certainly seemed desperate enough with how she'd found him.

Ramsay | Lydia RP

 

Rheagal was panting by this time. Sweat dripped down his face and into his eyes as well as blood. He could taste it in his mouth, causing him to spit from surely a busted lip or even a few broken teeth. What had started as a simple sparring of words had turned into something much more...darker, in a way than even he realized.

The younger man he was facing might not look like much but he packed one hell of a hit and moved faster then even he could at times. And he was DAMNED good with his chosen daggers, as evidenced by the blood that flowed from his shoulders where he had stuck Rheagal. Nothing deep, but the warning was clearly there. Even if Rheagal had scarred him up as well, it looked like this man could go much longer than he could and that enraged him.

Was he not the best fighter in his homeland?! How had this all gone wrong!

Clearly, the younger male was insane, for who smirked as much as he did while bleeding! Honestly! Who taunted and baited as much as he did as well. Rheagal learning early on not to fall for it, but still, the male was swift. One of them would soon have to yield!

 

Ramsay let out a laugh watching Rheagal seemingly attempting to gather himself again. "Oh my apologies.... Did that hurt? It looked like it hurt! Shall I kiss it better for you?" He mocked the other male with ease, enjoying despite Rheagal trying so desperately not to show it how angry and hurt he was currently. Unlikely to stop as well especially given that Ramsay had challenged him to on multiple occasions now. "Truly, perhaps you should just.... Give up. Save us both wasted time in proving just how foolish and unskilled you are" He added now seeming to relax a bit, merely gesturing with his own blade as he smirked towards the other.

 

Only a soft, echoing growl escaped the boys throat at Ramsay's taunting. This was ridiculous! How could something so bulky, move so fast! "No. Didn't hurt. You hit like a girl!" He threw back at him, spitting blood in his direction. "Allya...could fight better than you." Though he stood back up and squared his shoulders, ready for another round. He knew better than to just charge in now. Stupidest move he had ever made in the beginning.

 

Ramsay snickered all to obnoxiously "That so? You know speaking of ... Does she fancy hunting? Seems like she'd make for exhalent fun!" He mused slowly pacing, his eyes seeming to look off towards where he had seen the female and their mother head off not long ago. Well, long enough that no one had been there to prevent this from where it currently was. Women! Such pains really! When all he wanted was to have a little fun!

"I dare say, she might even stand a chance at playing the rabbit" He suddenly added just so that being as Rheagal had clearly gotten looks and bronze but lacked brains.... Least it would sink into that thick ass skull and likely only infuriate him more than anything he'd said so far. Looking up finally Ramsay snickered wickedly.

 

Rheagal had gone all but very still at Ramsay's words and switched hands with his dagger and growled. "You think of touching my sister in any way, and you won't have to worry about what a failure your father thinks you are to him!" He taunted back. Not exactly his best, but he knew the looks shared between father and son had at best. Not very good ones at times and so prayed on that aspect of it.

"My sister's more wolf than you'll EVER be!" He hissed, but knowing not to run right at the bat shit crazy man!

He did however pace a bit, circling the man as they seemed to move about in a slow dance together. His eyes always on Ramsay. Waiting for him to seem to think about making a move. Now it was getting personal and Rheagal couldn't let that go!

 

"You think yourself clever?" He remarked as he continued to smirk despite the others desperate attempt at insult. All he'd done was state facts that everyone knew! Some jester if a duck reminding him if such did little to make him more upset than he'd been his whole life over those facts!

"Scared? You look scared" Ramsay whispered as he side stepped but drew just close enough to be threatening. Dagger gripped tightly within his palm as his eyes locked with Rheagals now. A sort of amused look still dancing in those deep blue hues before rather suddenly he went simply slamming Rheagal with his upper body, hard enough both were soon landing in the dirt.

 

Rheagal saw it, before Ramsay decided to move but was to slow. Of course! The wiry man slammed into him, sending them both to the dirt! He struggled a bit, trying to keep the man's daggers from finding him while trying to have his weapons find the others skin! Ramsay was strong though! Was it crazed rage that fueled him? What the HELL!

Giving a loud growl, Rheagal rolled just enough and was able to shove Ramsay off him with a kick of his legs. Only to pounce at the man with a swipe of his dagger, and smirked a bit when he found flesh and darted back again. Crouching, eyes wide as his senses raised as his wolf came to peek out behind his eyes.

"This is getting foolish!" He hissed softly.

 

As the dagger caught his inner arm Ramsay suddenly let out a yelp. Rolling a bit as if to get away from Rheagal his breath had suddenly quickened a considerable amount. "Fuck .." he hissed. His expression had gone from that amused and mostly crazed looked to a bit shook, teeth biting into his own lip he let out a whimper in pain. Not a very great spot to get even nicked and it had certainly surpassed that. Blood pooling through his fingers and dripping down his arm from where he was holding it. Eyes closing for a moment he finally nodded, as if in agreement. "I .. feel... Faint... " He whispered, his free hand moving from the wound extending towards Rheagal as if asking for his help in standing. Franky, he could have just been over exaggerating but he still looked a bit pale.

Locke | Lydia RP

 

"Who might you be?" Allya smirked a bit from where she stood just behind a red tree. "You are a far ways away from Kings Landing, aren't you? Though....you don't look like you're from the South." She was curious and was always interested when it came to meeting new people. She didn't have the stigma against strangers that most of her family did.

Rheagal usually growled and challenged anyone new. He didn't like strangers, period.

Armand was more curious from a scientific standpoint. He liked people, but not like like people.

Allya, however was the more outgoing and friendly of them and was always eager to meet new people.

Euron Greyjoy | Lydia RP

 // I KNOW WHO THIS IS!!!

"yes, we all do. Oh boy!" Becca smirked.

"What a delightful, evil little man this should be." Armand chuckled in a tone no one ever heard him use before.

 

"Careful who you're calling little. Shrimp" Euron

 

"Ohhh! He has fangs! Me like!" Armand smirked.

"Ummm...is HE ok?" Rheagal asked.

"With him, who knows." Allya chuckled.

 

Euron snorted a rather loud laugh "Well don't get to excited there. Might wet your pants and that would just make this so much weirder" he remarked smartly.

 

Armand blinked and then chuckled softly. "He funny too. I like him already."

Rheagal and Allya just look at each other and shrug.

"Sooo....are you a new King or a new King wanna be?" Rheagal asked.

"Way to go, Rheagal. Lets just insult the new person right out of the box." Allya rolled her eyes.

 

"Are you a female or just a wee bitch?" Euron shot at Rheagal all to quickly with a rather crooked smirk.

 

"Wee bitch.." Armand answered, with a small smirk.

"What is WITH you today?" Rheagal turned on his brother.

Armand only shrugged. "What? It's true. Everyone thinks so. Grow up."

Allya snickered and bit her lip, hard!

 

"My condolences sir wee bitch. It must be very hard having a cock so small no bitch can feel it" Euron mused wiggling a pinky mockingly at Rheagal before laughing again at the two idiots now about to fight one another.

 

Rheagal only growled and stormed off in a huff. Why does everyone pick on him?

"Sorry about him. Ignore him most times, if you can." Allya chuckled and nodded. "I'm Allya."

"Armand." The white haired male spoke up with a grin.

 

"Ah I see, and I should care because ....?" He gestured with the knife he was currently holding and the piece of fruit now in his hand a bit over dramatically.

 

They both shrugged.

"Good point....you shouldn't. Most just find him annoying." Armand smirked.

"So...what is your name?" Allya asked, somewhat politely.

 

Euron laughed, clearly they'd missed the point but nevermind that. This was at least mostly entertaining. "Greyjoy, Euron Greyjoy ... Captain, Prince, won't be long and you'll have King as an option" He boasted with a cocky smirk.

 

"Pleasure Euron." Allya nodded politely, tilting her head a bit. "Captain, Prince and soon to be king? Sounds like a good title or two." She chuckled softly.

"Not to cocky about it, are you?" Armand smirked a bit. "We are royals in our own right, but wasn't raised as such."

 

"Cocky? Do I seem cocky to you? Maybe you're the one who's cocky!" The pirate prince smarted back towards Armand in an almost challenging sort of manner before cracking a smirk.

 

Armand looked over at the other male and chuckled. "Naw...to both." He smirked over at Allya. "I like him. He'll eat Rheagal alive."

Allya nearly choked on her drink at her brother's words, gazing before laughing.

 

"What's a Rheagal?" He remarked, expression looking nearly bored and having hardly paid attention to any of their names anyway even if they had gave it.

 

"The idiot who stormed out of here after you called him a little bitch." Allya smirked.

"Yea, not the brightest of us triplets. To say the least." Armand chuckled.

 

"Ah yes Sir Wee bitch. Still fails to answer my question as to what a Rheagal is" Euron replied a hint of sarcasm in his voice before he snickered.

 

Armand smirked a bit and shook his head. "I do like this one." He went to pick up a book from the nearby bookcase and went to read for a bit.

"You know, no one really knows either...." Allya chuckled.

"The cunning warrior attacks neither the body or the mind...." The Master raged at her.

"What do you mean?" As she cowered, hoping the whip would not find her.

"The heart; Becca! FIRST YOU ATTACK THEIR HEART!" Said between beatings since she had missed her Mark.

Such was her life....till she was shown another way to live.

 

Malachai Swan

"Why don't you pick on a real warrior instead of this heart right here." He quickly steps in and catches the whip as it is about to strike. "Cause clearly you are attacking the body and the mind of this one."

 

This had to be a dream. Had to be. Becca had never had anyone step in for her when she was younger...and younger she was, for she was still in a Masters care, being taught what would become her trade for the next 26 years of her life....before her mother died and she learned of her father's existence and went looking for him. But this person...acted like he knew her. Yet she had never seen him before in her life! Who was he? Did it matter? For her Master seemed terrified of him and fled!

 

"Power is given to those who stand up for it, and you have that power." He keeps the whip held in his hands and begins to walk to the fleeing master." Go rest while I teach this one a lesson."

 

"Wait!" She called out and grabbed hold of his arm. "Who are you?" She asked, curious. Daring to be bold and touch when all her life she had been taught...never touch one of higher rank, never look them in the eye. But there was something different about this male. He...protected her. Why?

 

Hearing her words but doesn't turn and keeps his eyes facing down the hall. "I am nothing but a traveler, by the time I leave here no memory of me will remain but what I have said about your power will remain." He moves from her. "Now go, you will not want to see what happens next "

 

She turned to head back to her cell and curled up in a small ball. Why would someone now step in to save her? When she had known nothing but fear and pain her entire life? She didnt know...but for once, she slipped into dreams without fear.

 

She would not remember him or who he was but that was fine for him he would see her much later in her life, he was an immortal and that gave him plenty of time. The job was done and she would grow strong after this.

 

Many years passed and it took her eons to find that place within her life where she was most settled. Most happy. It had been a very hard road, from Master, to losing her mother, to losing a loved one and now to finding her own place to call home. But always, deep inside, she wondered. What had happened to cause such a shift within her life? The last Master she had ever had, had disappeared one night...setting her and her mother adrift. And once her mother was dead, it had set Becca adrift. To find her own way.....

 Allya had been reading books about dragons since the mid-afternoon. She knew a lot, considering she had been studying about them since she was small, and now had Caraxes to talk to, but that wasn't the same as what she wanted. She had always wanted a dragon for herself, and now that she was going to get one, she best study up on her knowledge. Closing her book, she sighed and then stood, heading towards Armand's room. She knocked lightly on the door.

"Armand? Can I come in?"

When given the affirmative, she went in and came to sit down next to her brother.

"Armand...what do you know about dragons?" She blurted out. Right to the point. Making her twin look up at her in curiosity.

They spent the better part of the night, talking about and discussing and debating on what dragons were like...everything!

 // examples of Becca being spicy and sassy over the years!

~"Let me tell you this right now, you flirt with my husband again, and you won't have to worry about his bite. I'll rip your f**king throat out myself. Have a lovely night." (When an old WP asked in rp to help with someone flirting. Lol)

~ "Were you dropped on your head as an infant or were you just born stupid?" (Old as dirt rp where someone annoyed Becca a little to much.)

~ "B***h! Go stick a fork in an electric outlet! Maybe then you'll be brighter!" (Same rp as above.)

~ "I would stoop to your level, but I don't think I could get that low." (Trying to get a Villian to monalogue to buy time)

AND WE WONDER WHERE ALLYA AND RHEAGAL GET IT! 🥰🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣