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paradisa2012-09-12 03:59 pm
songsandstories) wrote in paradisa2012-09-12 03:59 pm
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Twelfth House of Westeros ♛ Action ♛ The Sigil of House Stark
[Around the castle]
[Sansa had come to be a little more adjusted as Lady. The senses were the first adjustment. But it seemed to just-- fit? It was a strange sensation, to be used to it and not. To be content in this form and realize how weird it is. It simply was not just the castle. Though she couldn't place her finger -- or paw -- on it.
She would still try and keep a look out for Arya if she could. During the day, she moved through the castle. It was also easier to be like this and try and see if any more Lannisters or people from her world were about. She'd go wherever she was allowed, occasionally nudging doors open with her nose if it was already open.]
[Forest]
[It was easy to see he marks of the past direwolves. Nymeria was larger than her, but there were prints from Ghost and Grey Wind. It hurt to think about, what it meant. But she was a direwolf and would not be content in the castle. It was better here, even when she'd accidentally step in Grey Wind's giant paw print.
This was more like home. Trees and nature. Perhaps no snow, but it reminded her of the North. Of a place she could never get to again. Lady was dead, and as Sansa, she was Alayne Stone hiding in the Vale. She believed Petyr would would get her there, but what of Winterfell? She thought about all that had happened with her family before she caught the scent of a rabbit. Then her instincts took over.]
ooc: Sansa is still on her loss. Ever felt like meeting a direwolf or interacting with one? Well here you go. This is completely open.
[Sansa had come to be a little more adjusted as Lady. The senses were the first adjustment. But it seemed to just-- fit? It was a strange sensation, to be used to it and not. To be content in this form and realize how weird it is. It simply was not just the castle. Though she couldn't place her finger -- or paw -- on it.
She would still try and keep a look out for Arya if she could. During the day, she moved through the castle. It was also easier to be like this and try and see if any more Lannisters or people from her world were about. She'd go wherever she was allowed, occasionally nudging doors open with her nose if it was already open.]
[Forest]
[It was easy to see he marks of the past direwolves. Nymeria was larger than her, but there were prints from Ghost and Grey Wind. It hurt to think about, what it meant. But she was a direwolf and would not be content in the castle. It was better here, even when she'd accidentally step in Grey Wind's giant paw print.
This was more like home. Trees and nature. Perhaps no snow, but it reminded her of the North. Of a place she could never get to again. Lady was dead, and as Sansa, she was Alayne Stone hiding in the Vale. She believed Petyr would would get her there, but what of Winterfell? She thought about all that had happened with her family before she caught the scent of a rabbit. Then her instincts took over.]
ooc: Sansa is still on her loss. Ever felt like meeting a direwolf or interacting with one? Well here you go. This is completely open.