Arya Stark (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aryaunderfoot) wrote2013-04-09 04:02 pm
aryaunderfoot) wrote2013-04-09 04:02 pm
2nd Winter [Action]
[The rain pours down in silvery sheets, soaking into her fur and running into her eyes. She’s grateful for it; even though everything else has changed in the past moon’s turn, at least the weather is not so different. First there was snow, which made her feel like a pup again, and now the rain. Home was full of rain. Much more rain than this, but it is familiar, all the same.
Nearby, a rabbit catches wind of her and bolts back into its burrow. She doesn’t bother to chase it. The prey here is much too small. Not enough elk, deer, or boar. Not even enough farms to pick off of. Her stomach has been all too empty lately, but there is one resource left. Men never stay anywhere where they don’t have enough to eat. And there is definitely food within the man-dens.
She has never feared men. Silently, she slips from the tree line and pads onto the stone pathway. Scents of easy meals drift from all sides. Horses in one enclosure can sense her presence and go wild with fear. She pauses by the doorway, almost thoughtful, but then moves on.
A familiar scent catches her attention, just barely clinging to the stones, growing fainter with each raindrop which washes over them. She sniffs. The scent stabs right through, back into her memory. It’s home.
She throws back her head, howling.
And Arya Stark wakes with a jolt, gasping for breath, staring out her rain-drenched window, wide-eyed. The howling cuts right through the glass.
It can’t be.
It doesn’t take Arya long to cram herself into a pair of trousers, tug a shirt over her head, grab Needle, and launch herself out the door of House 2, scrambling so fast that she doesn’t even notice that she’s forgotten shoes. Shoes don’t matter. She has to know. The night wolf has never been so close before, and if it’s real, then she has to know. If it followed her here, it must be important.
Anyone might spot her running at breakneck speed this morning - swift as a deer, quick as a fox - bare feet slapping on the wet ground as she tries to find the exact spot the wolf is in. Eventually, she finds the wolf... and can’t believe her eyes.
Nymeria.]
[Afternoon]
[It may have been years since they last saw each other, but Arya and her direwolf are out adventuring around the town, neither one seeming to care all that much about the rain. Nymeria isn’t exactly the best trained creature in the universe, though, so she keeps trotting off ahead of Arya and leaving the girl to catch up. And she’s really not listening to commands all that well, either; not that she ever did, but years of growing rusty with commands like “to me” and “sit” doesn’t do much for going around town. It doesn’t seem to be dampening either one’s spirits, though.
Arya makes sure to make a stop at the grocery store, though, to get her wolf something to eat. Nymeria follows her in. Hopefully no one will be upset at a wolf shaking herself dry all over the meat aisle. Or be too upset when Arya all but drags said wolf outside again to tear into the biggest roast she could find... right on the doorstep of the store. Gigantic wolves with bloody muzzles aren’t anything to worry about, right.
When Nymeria is satiated, and the sun is starting to go down and turn the rain unpleasantly cold, Arya and her wolf head back to House 2... where another scuffle breaks out, because the wolf does not want to go in, and Arya is trying to push her through the door. Which isn’t working too well. Oops.]
[[ooc: Anyone is free to end up meeting Nymeria before/instead of Arya during the morning; she’s a five-foot-tall direwolf, soaked and hungry and a known maneater. Have fun~]]
Nearby, a rabbit catches wind of her and bolts back into its burrow. She doesn’t bother to chase it. The prey here is much too small. Not enough elk, deer, or boar. Not even enough farms to pick off of. Her stomach has been all too empty lately, but there is one resource left. Men never stay anywhere where they don’t have enough to eat. And there is definitely food within the man-dens.
She has never feared men. Silently, she slips from the tree line and pads onto the stone pathway. Scents of easy meals drift from all sides. Horses in one enclosure can sense her presence and go wild with fear. She pauses by the doorway, almost thoughtful, but then moves on.
A familiar scent catches her attention, just barely clinging to the stones, growing fainter with each raindrop which washes over them. She sniffs. The scent stabs right through, back into her memory. It’s home.
She throws back her head, howling.
And Arya Stark wakes with a jolt, gasping for breath, staring out her rain-drenched window, wide-eyed. The howling cuts right through the glass.
It can’t be.
It doesn’t take Arya long to cram herself into a pair of trousers, tug a shirt over her head, grab Needle, and launch herself out the door of House 2, scrambling so fast that she doesn’t even notice that she’s forgotten shoes. Shoes don’t matter. She has to know. The night wolf has never been so close before, and if it’s real, then she has to know. If it followed her here, it must be important.
Anyone might spot her running at breakneck speed this morning - swift as a deer, quick as a fox - bare feet slapping on the wet ground as she tries to find the exact spot the wolf is in. Eventually, she finds the wolf... and can’t believe her eyes.
Nymeria.]
[Afternoon]
[It may have been years since they last saw each other, but Arya and her direwolf are out adventuring around the town, neither one seeming to care all that much about the rain. Nymeria isn’t exactly the best trained creature in the universe, though, so she keeps trotting off ahead of Arya and leaving the girl to catch up. And she’s really not listening to commands all that well, either; not that she ever did, but years of growing rusty with commands like “to me” and “sit” doesn’t do much for going around town. It doesn’t seem to be dampening either one’s spirits, though.
Arya makes sure to make a stop at the grocery store, though, to get her wolf something to eat. Nymeria follows her in. Hopefully no one will be upset at a wolf shaking herself dry all over the meat aisle. Or be too upset when Arya all but drags said wolf outside again to tear into the biggest roast she could find... right on the doorstep of the store. Gigantic wolves with bloody muzzles aren’t anything to worry about, right.
When Nymeria is satiated, and the sun is starting to go down and turn the rain unpleasantly cold, Arya and her wolf head back to House 2... where another scuffle breaks out, because the wolf does not want to go in, and Arya is trying to push her through the door. Which isn’t working too well. Oops.]
[[ooc: Anyone is free to end up meeting Nymeria before/instead of Arya during the morning; she’s a five-foot-tall direwolf, soaked and hungry and a known maneater. Have fun~]]