#bearglory

they’d   heard   it   before   she   did.    the   sound   of   a   rider   approaching   from   around   the   bend.   they   hadn’t   drawn   swords   yet,   but   they   were   ready.   always   waiting,   always   watching.   sansa   could   feel   her   heart   beginning   to   race,   the    pounding   was   all   she   could   hear.   what   if   the   lannisters   had   found   them   ?   what   if   they   had   more   men   than   she   did   ?   and  what   would   they  do   to   her   when   the   drug   her   back   to   kings   landing   ?   or   would   they   just   slit   her   throat   and   be   done  with   it   ...    a   single   rider   came   around   the   bend   ....

relief,   sweet   relief    rushes   over   her.   a   face   she   hadn’t   seen   in   far    too   long,   a   face   she   could   never   forget,   a   face   who   she   knew   wouldn’t    hurt   her.    “    oliver,   ”   she   speaks,   loud   enough   for   her    soldiers    to    hear.   loud   enough   for   them   to   know   he’s   a   friend,   not   foe.    she’s   slipping   down   from   her   horse,   quick   &    ungraceful.   it’s   been   quite   some   time   since   she’d   seen   a    face   that   reminded   her   of   home.              (    @bearglory   !    )

𝒜𝑅𝑀𝒮 𝒜𝑅𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒟 𝐵𝒜𝑅𝐸 𝒮𝐼𝐿𝐻𝒪𝒰𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐸     ——–     she remains silent,  reluctant !  her true form,   exposed,   knees against her chest.   Get near her and she’ll sink her teeth into his skin until they reach marrow bone.     ❛      i didn’t ask for help     ❜      she says,   the tune of her voice,  low and challenging.

            ❛      you shouldn’t be here     ❜       hawk eyes never leave him,     they follow him,    analyze him,     it was evident,    she didn’t think he should be trusted     ❛      i had the situation under control      ❜         a blatant lie escapes her !     ❛       i’ve been doing this for as long as i can remember     ❜        sneaking out she means,  leaving when no one was paying attention     ❛     they never see me,   no one ever does      ❜     except for him, apparently.

☀️   WHAT’S   THE   BEST   THING   ABOUT   ROLEPLAYING   ?

Okay so it probably sounds SO cliche, but honestly meeting people and enjoying writing with each other is beyond the best thing. I’ve made really amazing friends who have been so helpful in real life too! I wouldn’t be anywhere without these people, that’s what makes this hobby so fun.

⛵    WHAT   GENRES   DO   YOU   LIKE   WRITING   THE   MOST   ? 

If it wasn’t obvious with the characters I write, I mean that in the least sarcastic way lmao but horror, horror, horror! Wouldn’t go anywhere else tbh, I just slip in verses I enjoy from other fandoms but it’s always going to be horror hands down.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐃  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊  𝐎𝐍  her face was one that couldn’t be easily remedied as she looked up to the man, trying to figure out why he looked like he had stepped straight out of one of her daughter’s books about knights and royalty and a mythical time of dragons and imps, though the latter had yet to be seen from her vantage on the ground.  The last thing she remembered was a misstep within the bayou, one that caused her to fall into a pit.  She didn’t stick the landing, that much had to be true considering she completely lost consciousness  When she came to again, she found her senses jostled and a figure ahead of her that she didn’t recognize.  Her ears were still buzzing, skull fragile and brain swimming within it. Maybe that was why she found herself blinking a few times, trying to readjust her vision.  She had to be seeing things, after all, but the more she tried, the clearer he came into focus.  Her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her.  Her vision was perfectly clear.  And this stranger before her was definitely dressed out of a different time.  “What the hell…”  Speaking to herself when she looked down at herself, seeing her own state not matching his, Hayley made one last attempt at shaking some sense into her own mind before ever trying to stand.  “Yeah, I should be fine.”  She answered upon picking herself up to stand, though her first step was shaky at best.  Everything felt different the moment she stood.  The air she breathed into her lungs, the pressure around her, even the softness of the ground beneath her, all felt foreign to her. How did falling down one hole, lead to this?  That was a question she’d have to answer for herself.  One that he could answer for her, however, rolled off her tongue after another second of regaining more of her sensibility.  “Who the hell are you?”