Application is nearly done and thus his reserve went in today.

[winterfellborn]

Excuse me but are you mad woman? You think to send me to a land where I am to perform depraved acts for the entertainment of another. A hero you call me? A King? Is that how a King would behave?

Do not mention that name in my presence, you know what I shall do to him when I find the boy. Yet you would send me to a place where the only face I will know is his lap dog?

You are stark raving mad and I will not have it.

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[winterfellborn]

[Robb had wondered how long the other was going to hold his hand and smirked at it as he let the arm it was attached to drop back to his side.

He did not rest a hand on his weapon but instead scratched idly between the ears of the large beast beside him.]

There is no honor in torture nor in letting chaos rule the land, Joffrey will be dealt with swiftly.

Now to start with the app!

[thebeggar]

[ Trying his best not to look the least bit embarrassed, Viserys' gaze settled on the dire wolf. It was glaring at him, still a tad hostile thanks to his earlier antics. He wouldn't dare move any closer to Robb out of fear that the creature would have him for lunch. However, he would be a fool not to take notice of the wolf's primitive beauty. As scary as that beast might be, the dire wolf was probably the last ode to the age where dragons once existed. ]

A Stark's justice is swift, eh? Is that what you claim? A shame you shan't put that little brat's head on a spike, but I'll settle for him being dead as long as the rest of the Baratheons follow him to the grave.

[ He smirked somewhat as he thought of cutting off the heads of both Renly and Stannis Baratheon. ]

Ah?

[ His gaze settles on the wolf again. ]

...So that "thing" is your pet?

I have to make new samples for Robb for there!

[winterfellborn]

[Robb to his credit does not linger long on his smirk and at the question he smiles. A smile that hints at the boy he had been before war thrust him into manhood and Joffrey took his father's head.]

Grey Wind is my companion, my siblings and I each have one. We found them one day, exactly enough for each of us. [That simply includes Jon without him needing to say it he feels.]

I wouldn't call him a pet, he is my fiercest ally in battle and rarely gone from my side.

I need to do EVERYTHING. *sob* It's well worth it though

[thebeggar]

[ Staring down at the dire wolf almost curiously, those strange and somewhat alien lavender eyes glance up towards Robb again. He wasn't quite sure what to think of the Starks or Winterfell right now, but so far the Starks aren't exactly the warmongers he expected them to be. ]

Is that so? Much like the us Targaryens when our dragons still breathed fire.

[ There's a hint of melancholy in his tone now but Viserys does his best to hide it with arrogance. ]

Perhaps your dire wolf will awaken the dragons with its howl once the north is freed.

I got lucky, I am just finishing up his application for the game this post is about <<

[winterfellborn]

[Robb could not think of a Stark in history who would have been called a Warmonger, they were a family that still lived by the Old Gods and the old ways. Honor and duty were weights they wore from boyhood and by the time adulthood had come it was a firm ground under their feet.

The Starks were like the North they herald from to be honest, shaped by the blood and legacy that ran through their veins. Viserys, to Robb was close to as he had expected of the offspring of the Mad King at least at first.

When he calmed the other was not as ridiculous as he had seemed and the Stark relaxes a measure.]

Now you sound like my Lady Mother, she believes the finding of these pups are an omen. With what has transpired since, she may be right. Things of Old are rising through out the land to be frank, I would not be surprised to see a dragon rise with them.