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thearena2015-10-28 09:57 pm
needlebearer) wrote in thearena2015-10-28 09:57 pm
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She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture...
Who| Arya and YOU
What| Having escaped the destruction of Winterfell, Arya takes to the forest
Where| The Godswood
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Giant spiders in the last part of the post. Prose and brackets both welcome. If you'd prefer another starter let me know and I'll set one up.
She didn't stop running until she was well into the forest. She refused to let herself look back again after she'd seen the towers of Winterfell begin to crumble to the ground; she couldn't allow her last image of her home to be the pile of rubble it was fast becoming. She'd got Needle back, and she keeps one hand on its hilt as she goes deeper and deeper into the trees, tripping over roots and making birds fly up from their perches as she thunders by underneath them, still dragging the guitar behind her no matter how much it slows her down, knowing that it's the ace up her sleeve.
When she finally stops to catch her breath, she takes a look around her to assess her surroundings, and is shocked to find herself staring into the blood red tears of a Heart Tree. The Godswood... another piece of home that they'd brought here, whether to reward her for making it this far or to torment her further Arya's not sure.
She stares at the Weirwood for a long time, part of her wanting to take the opportunity to pray to the Old Gods, her Father's gods, but she hadn't felt their presence for a long time. Eventually she clenches her fist, her stance looking as though she's squaring off against the Weirwood rather than finding any comfort in it whatsoever. "There is only one god, and his name is Death," she says, her voice cold steel.
After successfully contacting the Capitol, Arya realises too late that she's lingered too long. Dark shadows creep between the trees, and she only just has time to gather her belongings to see a spider the size of Hodor skittering toward her. Arya runs, lumbering through the trees until the Godswood is far behind and the forest gets deeper and thicker, and if anything even more primal. Little does she know that she's wandered into Mirkwood, and while she knows nothing about this part of the forest, the spiders knows every inch of it...
What| Having escaped the destruction of Winterfell, Arya takes to the forest
Where| The Godswood
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Giant spiders in the last part of the post. Prose and brackets both welcome. If you'd prefer another starter let me know and I'll set one up.
She didn't stop running until she was well into the forest. She refused to let herself look back again after she'd seen the towers of Winterfell begin to crumble to the ground; she couldn't allow her last image of her home to be the pile of rubble it was fast becoming. She'd got Needle back, and she keeps one hand on its hilt as she goes deeper and deeper into the trees, tripping over roots and making birds fly up from their perches as she thunders by underneath them, still dragging the guitar behind her no matter how much it slows her down, knowing that it's the ace up her sleeve.
When she finally stops to catch her breath, she takes a look around her to assess her surroundings, and is shocked to find herself staring into the blood red tears of a Heart Tree. The Godswood... another piece of home that they'd brought here, whether to reward her for making it this far or to torment her further Arya's not sure.
She stares at the Weirwood for a long time, part of her wanting to take the opportunity to pray to the Old Gods, her Father's gods, but she hadn't felt their presence for a long time. Eventually she clenches her fist, her stance looking as though she's squaring off against the Weirwood rather than finding any comfort in it whatsoever. "There is only one god, and his name is Death," she says, her voice cold steel.
After successfully contacting the Capitol, Arya realises too late that she's lingered too long. Dark shadows creep between the trees, and she only just has time to gather her belongings to see a spider the size of Hodor skittering toward her. Arya runs, lumbering through the trees until the Godswood is far behind and the forest gets deeper and thicker, and if anything even more primal. Little does she know that she's wandered into Mirkwood, and while she knows nothing about this part of the forest, the spiders knows every inch of it...