#outofthefurs

M'name's Ygritte; an' I were born free. That's all y'need t'know. None o' this, superfluous Southern crap about likes an' dislikes, or notions o' compatibility. No hidden agendas suddenly spat forth f'y, t' exploit m'weaknesses and gut me when I ain't looking. Y'just need a name an' an allegiance. Everythin' else has t'be earned, aye? Or most things do. I s'pose I can divulge another truth or two, but it won't be what y'expect. I'm a wildling, though I don't much like th' term. We're free-folk, not savages. An' we live up 'ere in th' North, fighting off archaic evils like nobody's business. I like t'reckon we're quite good at it now too, what wi' not bein' dead an' all. It must mean we're doin' somethin' right! That's my sole goal in life, somethin' simple like, nothin' too grand or delusional. I jus' want t'survive, an' if y'going t'amble into m'life, th' least y'can do is try to allow me t'achieve that end. Simply put; don't try an' kill me unless y'fancy a bloody fight, 'cause I'll fuckin' maim y'first. But that seems rightly confrontational don't it? I know I can be a bit o' a pain in th' arse at times, an' I'm abrasive 'as 'ell, but f'th' most part I don't bite. Unless y'happen t'be a crow, in which case y'gettin' y'feathers plucked and spit roasted before th' sun even goes down. What'm tryin' t'say though, terribly inarticulately, is that strangers ain't a bad thing. We were all wanderers once, all outcasts tryin' t'make sense o' the world - but if y'ever need a friend, or somethin' a little less than an enemy, I ain't adversed t'humourin' a new face. Just don't be surprised if on occasion, displays o' hospitality take a while. As free as we are, we're renowned for gettin' more than a little sloshed, so kindly allow f'delays in' greetin' y'accordingly.

Outofthefurs: Today I applied t'one o' them fancy Southern schools o'learning I heard so much about beyond th' wall. I fancied bein' a right proper purveyor o' wildling ethics and legality, so I figured th' way I argue, m'better off wi' an LLB. Are y'proud o'me yet, Snow-crow? I'm puttin' m'tenacity t'good use!

You know, I'll never quite fathom why people feel so eager to dismiss Ygritte. You can dislike her idiosyncrasies, or perhaps her mannerisms. You can dislike her convictions and her beliefs, but I don't really understand how anyone can outright detest her and think that Jon would've been better off if he'd never met her. Ygritte was the catalyst to Jon's growth. Even in her loudmouthed, abrasive way, she opened his eyes to a lot of things he wouldn't have otherwise experienced. She showed him love, she showed him what it was to be free and live without the constraints of his oath or obligation. Hell, in the end she also showed him loss, and what sacrifice really meant. He gave up his slice of potential happiness because he'd been raised on the principle of honour, and it wasn't an easy decision. He thought about staying with the free-folk, he thought about making their fight his own, and the dichotomy that was his own indecision, is perhaps one of the biggest parts of him discovering his own identity. It shaped him to become the man he grows into throughout the rest of the books. Without her, where would he be? Stood at the wall, brooding and sulking, wrapped up in his own bundle of morality, unaware of what the world had to offer. Unaware of what it means to love and be loved in return. If he hadn't known love, would he still be so eager to defend the world around him? If anything, his own experience of love and loss is one of the few things that makes the fight against the White Walkers that bit more pertinent. He knows what it is to lose the people he loves, and just how important it therefore is that he does everything in his power to make sure the rest of the world doesn't have to experience that so needlessly. It's harder to protect something you know nothing of, and honour only goes so far. Which is why from my perspective, Ygritte's involvement in Jon's life goes far deeper than simply being a bit on the side he opted to undergo the horizontal mambo with. She's a valuable participant in the shaping of his future identity. So next time, before you go prancing into a tag, to declare your dislike for a character with absolutely no explanation what-so-ever, maybe throw the rest of us that do appreciate and adore said character, a bone and elaborate, instead of dismissing an entire arc of character development and purpose, simply because it doesn't fit in with your idyllic little notion of what should or shouldn't have happened.

[+] As evidenced by th' last post; m' mood 'as plummeted somewhat into territory o' th' angst ridden, doomed from th' start, persuasion. [+] This probably means it's time f'me t'drag me arse t' bed b'fore I throttle someone. [+] Drafts will ensue tomorrow; I owe 5 I believe. (Sandor, Sansa, Theon, Dany & Coss.) [+] And two starters (Osha & Cat) [+] If anyone else wants t'jump on th' bandwagon when I ain't sleep deprived an' cantankerous, just toss me a raven. [+] Laku noć.

It's bedtime f'this grubby little scrounger! And th' current state o' affairs as it stands is: Replies for: Thedarknesstohislight, stronglikemyladymother, & piraticalsass. Starter for: Rebornfromashes The remainder of the kiss memes. Fingers crossed I can get all o' the above done tomorrow. In th' meantime though, if y' could be exceedingly lovely an' give some love t'corleaena as she ain't feeling all that well today an' surely deserves a bombardment o' warm fuzzies, I'd be exceedingly grateful. Ta. <3

Outofthefurs: I'm currently plague ridden again, but workin' m' way through th' small stack o' long overdue drafts all th' same, while simultaneously stickin' m'feet up and reading the exciting antics an' threads o' all the new people I've followed, f'bein' so inspirin' and what not. I'm sorry it's taking forever. You'd think by now, I'd 'ave this free woman lark down t'a fine art, especially when mockin' folk comes so easily, but alas, I still ain't punctual with replies. I know I owe a couple o'starters too, but I can't f'the life in me remember who for. So if y'do invariably want a thread wi' me (an' I ain't goin' t'lie, I do bite) then just toss a snowball at me 'ead or send a raven m'way. M'fondness f'feathers still withstandin', you might get a speedier answer wi' th' latter. Ta. - Gritty