#firebeyondthewall

Outside, the snowman stood, half-finished.

Well... unofficially. It's just that I was younger when I made my very first tumblr blog and started writing fanfiction and what not and I used Ellie cause I'm a fucking ninja purely for internet safety and so people I don't know wouldn't get all weird and find me y'know? My proper name is somewhat rare and I think it's vaguely known which English County I live in, and I know that if someone went on facebook and searched for my proper name and the rough location, they'd probably find me in an instant. It's not so bad now and I think a few people here know my proper name but I also keep this blog as a somewhat ninja operation. The whole rping thing is something most people I know would majorly judge me for and I know that certain members of my family would think me weird or even insane for spending my time doing this. I'm not gonna get into the details of that because it's a little upsetting, but yeah. It's not so much me not wanting people on here to know me. It's the other way around. I can't risk someone I know stumbling across my blog because there can't be many people with my proper name in my county and it'd be obvious that it's me. There's literally one person I can think of who knows about this blog, and another who knows I rp (because she does too) but doesn't know the url. So for the sake of me not getting a shit load of abuse from my family, I'm Ellie.

          "You came back!"

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

          Lyanna had been searching the castle far and wide, looking for Ygritte. The look of panic crossed her face with every corner she look and she worried she may never find her. But just as she was about to give up, Lyanna rounded another corner and her eyes laid on a cloaked Ygritte. In her redheaded friend's hands was a bow and strapped to her back was a quiver.            "Where. Have. You. Been?" Lyanna exclaimed. "Bed empty. No note. Quiver missing from the armoury. You could have died! You could have been seen! What is wrong with you!? Are you trying to send me to an early grave?!" She wrapped her arms around her friend and kissed to top of her head. "Please don't leave without telling me again. Never again. You hear me?"

          "The fire that roars deep in your soul. It pours from your lips every time you speak and is that the tip of your arrow every time you pull on your bow string."