#azenkru

there  are  some  muns  i  have  noticed  who  have  been nothing  but  kind  and  welcoming  to  the  fandom.  they  might  not  be  as  well  known  as  some,  but  i  think  they  deserve  recognition!  in  rpc  it  is  far  too  easy  to  get  caught  up  in  cliques  or  in  trying  to  fit  a  certain  mold. so  i  find  it  so  lovely  to  see  people  who  just  purely  themselves  and  here  to  write  and  be  inclusive. anyone  tagged  in  this,  i  know  i’m  not  the  best  graphic  maker  but  i  want  to  make  you  something  nice,  so  shoot  me  a  message  (  or  comment  to  this  )  with  a  favorite  season  or  resource  for  your  muse/fc  and  i’ll  make  you  a  little  something !!  

@azenkru​

         There had been a FEAR which settled into his soul a long time ago. Leaving his family, his clan, his home - it tore him apart. Coming back only to learn his wife was DEAD, and his daughter missing. It KILLED him. He has only himself to blame. He should have listened to Brennan that night, he should have let her come. But his PRIDE stopped him. To think, he thought they would be better off in Azgeda with their clan. Instead his wife is gone because of him, because he forced her to choose her duties and just like the dedicated woman she was, she died serving her people, filling out her position as WARCHIEF. He had assumed Afton was gone too. Her nurse was rumored to have fled with her, but with his luck Roan feared she was gone. 

The forest is quiet, save for the occasional sounds of whatever god forsaken bugs are awake and the crackling fire that keeps him and Reta warm at night. Often do they spend nights like these in silence, that of which Theo really doesn’t mind. ( He’d rather sit in silence than constantly argue, as per usual. ) But then he sees something in the fire, something that reminds him of someone. Of course it would be her FIERY red hair. Of course it would be someone he hadn’t seen in years ( provided she still lives, that is ). His jaw tightens ever so slightly, brows and corners of his lips pulling down. ( He misses his sister. )

Light calloused fingers released the tight strung string of the bow--releasing the arrow that had been aimed at the deer she had been hunting. A light rustling was enough to cause distraction, alerting the animal to which it ran for safety while her sharp pointed arrow landed in the tree nearby. Annoyed at the attempt failed, she squinted her eyes to the source of the disturbance, finding another woman as the reason. “Yu don ai mema we.”

(fuck yeah)

Abby couldn’t believe this.  She was getting married to a member of the guard to the Queen of Azgeda.  She had never even met this man.  But if it was the price of keeping her people and most importantly her daughter safe, then she would do it.  Clarke was always her priority.

So she packed her bags, said goodbye to Marcus and Clarke and journeyed to the frigid Ice Nation.  She wasnt’ allowed to meet her groom before the ceremony.  Instead she was sent to meet with Nia and go over the fine details of her “stay” here.  She would be allowed visits home after she had spent three months proving that she wouldn’t break trust with the alliance.

Now here she was getting ready for her wedding day.  Abby gripped the ring around her neck.  She had insisted she be allowed to keep Jake’s ring.  It wa the one thing she wouldn’t budge on.  It was also the only thing keeping her grounded while maid worked on her hair and clothes to ready her for her wedding.  Everything felt so strange and distant as they led her to the great hall to get married.