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[CrimsonMoon]

" My name's Rori... Though some call me Kracken Conquerer," He shrugs weakly, smiling bitterly

[Needmorefood]

The old woman chuckles at the title. "Kraken, eh? You're quite far from the seas, boy. The only waters we 'ave 'ere are frozen, and thems that ain't are just as likey to freeze you." She stated. Eventually a large camp came into view. When she said they had numbers, she wasn't kidding. It seemed like a thousand- at least- wildlings were camping here, with low fires that didn't make smoke and makeshift tents that could easily be constructed and deconstructed at a moment's notice. The entered the camp and many wildlings glanced at Rori curiously, some throwing taunts his way, but he was left alone. They took him to a pole in the middle of the camp and tied him to it. "Now don't you think about escaping, ok? We'll kill you if you do. Plain n' simple." She explained before they all left him to his fate in the cold

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori calmly seemed to realize his fate and slowly sat down, crossing his legs beneath him as he gazes straight ahead. None of the murmurs or jeers phased him. As a bastard it was his duty to be able to take auch insults without batting an eye... And as a bastard heir... He sure as hell be able to take the worst of it.

Rori slowly closes his eyes as the hours wore on, he could feel frostbite begin to nibble at his finger tips and toes and even the tip of his nose... But he didn't seem to care. The ironborn were always meant to take on the cold sea... Why was cold snow any different?

[Needmorefood]

A boot tapped him in the side and in front of him stood the willing girl from earlier with the snow bear pelt hood. She gazed down at him with a neutral expression before glancing up at the ropes that bound him to the pole and cut them with the twin blades on her gauntlet. "Come." She said simply before turning and heading off through the camp. None of the other wildlings bothered her as she walked, and her footsteps did not make a sound even as she walked across snow. She obviously expected him to follow. What would he do? Where would he go? He'd be killed on sight if he did not.

[CrimsonMoon]

He barely seems to register her voice but slowly gets to his feet, following after her, his eyes narrowed

[Needmorefood]

She led him through the camp without another word said to him before finally entering a makeshift tent near the center of the camp. Within the tent sat the old woman from before, and she nodded to the younger one before eying Rori. "Sit, boy. we 'ave some questions for you." She ordered simply, skinning a rabbit. The younger willing sat down next to the old woman, a bored expression on her face as she regarded Rori, and then she watched the entrance of the tent

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori seems to barely hear her but slowly collapses to a sitting position, he hunches over and rubs his hands together. He glances up at them, wrinklibg his nose

[Needmorefood]

The old woman rolled her eyes and turned to the young willing. "Wulfa, grab 'im some fur. Looks like our Kraken is cold." She teased. Wulfa glanced at the woman and grabbed a fur pelt sitting near her, throwing it at the boy and nailing him in the face. She smirked slightly as the old woman cackled before training her eyes to the tent entrance again. "Better, boy?"

[CrimsonMoon]

In response, her quietly balls up the pelt and tosses it into the flames of the fire within the center of the tent. Immediately smoke began to choke the air... Rori doesn't move as the foul smelling smoke fills the tent... Merely gazing at them calmly

[Needmorefood]

The old woman coughs and waves her hand in front of her to clear away some of the fumes in front of her face as she takes the fur out of the flames and throws it outside. Meanwhile, Wulfa is now looking at Rori with a curious look, raising one eyebrow. She gives him a once over, as if skinning him down to his very core, before smirking slightly as the old woman glares. "Testy, ain't ya. So, you won't speak, eh?" The old one questioned, though she didn't look very expectant of an answer

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori merely shrugs, crossing his legs and breathing a heavy breath through his nose. He merely gazed at them stonily,"..."

[Needmorefood]

The old woman sighed heavily, shaking her head. "Seems 'e ain't as useful as I thought. Wulfa, go cut out 'is tongue since he ain't using it." The old one commanded. With a shrug, Wulfa rose, her bladed gauntlet glinting dangerously in the firelight. The twin blades were made of a strange sort of steel, and each were about as long as Rori's forearm; enough to run a man straight through. They looked sharp enough for the job too. And for the job Wulfa was about to do. She went around Rori, avoiding the range of his hands and feet even though his hands were bound. He could feel her presence behind him, like a cat about to pounce on a mouse.

(Oh, just in case you don't know exactly what Wulfa looks like, I'm going to put a link to her picture here:

th02.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2013/260/f/e/rengar_girl__full_body_by_chrbr-d6mp61m.jpg )

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori just stares at the old woman with a faint smile and shrugs. These wildlings had never met an Ironborn... Never even heard of them most likely. But what seemed so funny is that... They had no idea of what the New Ironborn were capable of... And these foolish Wildlings had just threatened their heir...

Rori smiles and glances back at Wulfa, this child had known murder and despair that greatly overran that of the average Wildling's... So cut my tongue out... It won't save you...

[Needmorefood]

At the last second, as the presence felt unbearably close, the old woman held up her hand, glaring at the boy angrily. "Wait.... I 'ave a better Idea. Grogak! C'mere!" The old one shouted. In came a willing male. "Go get some salt. Quickly now." She ordered. The male nodded and fled. "Wulfa, subdue him." She added to the female. With a feeling of confirmation in the air, a steel boot strongly kicked the back of Rori's head, sending him sprawling face-first into the fire. Wulfa didn't even bother to pull him out before she yanked his hands behind his back, still bound, and held them there. Only then did she pull his face from the embers. By then, the male widling had returned. "Open the back o' 'is pretty clothes." The old one added. There was a snick before cold assaulted the boy's back with a loud tearing noise. Wulfa had obviously cut off the back of his shirt. "Skin 'im. Give 'im a nice ripe rip." She added. Something even colder than the air was pressed to the lower portion of his back. Searing heat soon replaced it, followed by liquid, as the heat traveled upwards to his shoulder blade. There was a sickening slink noise as this happened, and abruptly the cold blade disappeared and all that was left was the searing agony. "Add the salt." Was the next command. The searing agony impossibly increased as if he was being repeatedly stabbed along each portion of his newly revealed inner flesh. "Any words now? I'm actually 'avin' a bit o' fun, boy." Came a cackle

[CrimsonMoon]

(Please remember not to RP my charries xD..)

Rori barely registered the pain and whimpers softly... Closing his eyes his hands curl into fists as he closes his eyes.

Outside... Screaming erupted all around the camp. It was as if all of a suddenly everything had just gone up in flames. Large figures cut down the suprised sildlings and burned the settlement with ease. The tents of hide were so close together with some much litter and scrap between it was almost effortless for the fire to spread... Soon ash began to fall from the roof of the tent

[Needmorefood]

(Ah! Sorry sorry sorry! I'm writing a short story for one of my classes and just got off from writing that, so my mind set is still sort of in that writing frame. *slaps face* Sorry again! I'll not do it again!)

Wulfa and the other two wildlings looked up sharply. "Sh*t! We're surrounded!" The old woman yelled. She sharply waved her hand and Rori was let go. "Leave 'im! We've got to flee!" She ordered. The male nodded and fled out the door, along with the old woman. However, Wulfa reached over and took a water canteen from a small pile. She cut it swiftly with her gauntlet blades and poured the water on his wound, washing it out and a majority of the salt. She threw the useless thing to the ground by Rori's head and flipped him over onto his back. Her one blue eye narrowed at him, but she wore a slightly impressed smile.

"You are worthy prey." She said cryptically before dashing out of the hut, still not making a sound with her footsteps

(That's^ not rping your character, right? Or is it? Sorry again for that. I'm unsure now what is and isn't rping another person's character *laughs sheepishly*)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Whats the story about??? *tail waggle*)
(Thats good, thank you xD)

Rori looks up at her and smiles weakly,"... Foolish wolf..." He mumbles

As soon as the old woman and her two accomplices went outside, one was skewered by a barbed arrow. Flames roared and it was clear the number of knights was far superior now based on how many wildlings they had slaughtered. A huge war horse rips through the main tent, a triumphant cry sounding as the prince was found

[Needmorefood]

(Oh, it's just about a teacher and some stuff that happens. It's a kind of crazy story because I'm actually planning to make it a full out story)

It was the male, so the old woman and rushed past his corpse without a second glance, heading for the woods. Wulfa also headed for the woods, but she split off and went a separate way. She dodged some of the knights, slipping quietly past like a shadow, running over the corpses of her fallen kin with ease and without an ounce of sympathy or rage. Soon enough she made it to the treelike and disappeared within its branches, vanishing completely from the scene of slaughter. The unfortunate wildlings caught in the camp laid dead all around as the fire raged.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori was cut free and hisses as his soldier begin to treat his back,"... The woman..." He mumbles

" Which one..?" The Ironborn treating him chuckles," There are plenty of beauties..."

" Don't touch them... I thought I taught you idiots to... Never mind, the woman with the bear skin, was she caught?"

[Needmorefood]

One iron born (Is this alright? To rp one of them? I'll redo the post if not) overheard Rori and walked over after looking over the few wildlings they had captured and subdued alive. "We have two women wearing bear skins sir." He said before pointing. Neither of them were Wulfa, however. "A few of them slipped out in the chaos though." He added with a shrug. "They won't do us much harm though. Not enough of them."