Tamer of the Wolf's Blood
The Stark Household was busy to expect Lord Farren Rhyldrin and his family, He had two older children and twins, the house hailed from the Shield islands. A land of two mixed seasons for spring bled to summer then went straight to a short fall and harsh winter. Seamlessly. Sansa was excited wondering what kind of dresses they wore at the islands. Arya snorted making Robb smirk, lined up with the rest of his family to receive them. There were no guards that rode swiftly into the courtyard as the doors opened. Just a set of rangers and two lone riders. Lord Rhyldrin rode ahead his rangers suddenly rounding the corner to flank him. He was well built like their father though much older, grey in his beard and platinum fire hair. Hs gold hazel eyes weeping like a Raven. He wore blacks and slivers with his crest. Stopping to dismount, Ned moved out to meet him, clasping hands in greeting. The man was actually as tall as the rumored mountain. His son dismounting behind him along with his brother was just two heads shorter then their father. "Where is your daughter and youngest son?" He smirked. "He's bringing up the rear but Aerynnessa is racing."
A boy came in with the lady Rhyldrin. Ned frowned only to hear guards. There was someone racing Grey Wind. Robb leaned and watched his wolf stride only to be joined by Ghost and Lady, then Nymeria, Summer and Shaggydog. All the pups. The person moved past them revealed in the light the maiden had hair of fire, a sort of Platinum going ember orange to Crimson red, wearing pants, boots, forearm bracers and a corseted doublet. Her hair was done back with side braiding with leather and metal. She moved like the wind, her father watching as the cloak dropped revealing the bow and quiver at her back. She skid on the earth on her boots using the pitchfork stuck in the ground. Arya stared as she became airborne using the pitchfork to push off and twisted clearing the fence wall. Only Grey Wind and Ghost were able to clear it fearlessly. Another wolf though ran clearing the fence, pure black like a raven, a Dire wolf. It pulled ahead of Grew Wing and Ghost, running side by side with the maiden.
She looked at it and it her, moving in it's path it crossed, they crossed each other, brushing the other without causing a trip up. She slid under a log and it went over. She got ahead in her spring up. Grey Wind and Ghost neck and neck, Nymeria and the others following close behind. "They're…a pack," Bran said awed. Lord Farren smirked, "Aye they are, and Nightfell is her equal." Arya watched, "That's her dire wolf?!" Rob started so did Jon. She twisted around going to a knee as she slid a bit and drew her bow notching it. Arya yelled out no but she loosed it. It sailed and past the wolves, a grew wild cat that had been chasing the m got it in the chest at the haunches. Standing as the cat tumbled to stop near her feet nearly, unstring the bow and shouldering it.
She breathed catching her breath, lips as red as blood, skin as pale as snow, very lithe, slender and toned. Face soft but sharp. Her left eye was a sort of steel blue it was purple the right a amber wolf's hazel. Standing at a slender 5'8''. Beautiful was an understatement. Her wolf Nightfell brushed her leg running under her hand, she brushed her with her fingers. She kept eyes on the cat as it moved, ignoring the coming guards. She knelt down and pulled two short sword knives out of her boot sides. Braced. Lord Rhyldrin pulled his wife behind him as the cat angrily moved toward Aerynnessa. "Teach them." She said in a haunting voice and dodged moving in swiping red hit white it roared but Nightfell moved in biting and tearing and letting go before it could be swiped or bitten. She moved in instead another her knives biting and Nightfell got in another bite, Ghost moved with Grey Wind as the cat roared leaving an opening and bit down before it could swipe Nightfell off it. She whistled and moved the other wolves moved. Nymeria snarled and was the first. She moved in with her knives getting the legs. "Down! Bring her down, come on!" She called lowering braced, and leather moved going out from around her waist, the whip got her front paw before she could hit Grey Wind. Digging in her boots she yelled out as it roared and Grey Wind snarled and moved, getting the throat, pulling harder as her boots threatened to slide it toppled the cat and with it the last of the mountain lion's struggles. Grey Wind not letting go. "Good boy!" she stilled a final time she whistled and Nightfell snapped at the others they whined, Grey wind tore into the cat.
"I'm going to be sick," Sansa blanched a bit. "Then look away but you'll only shame your wolf." She knelt as Grey Wind finished and moved to her, she grabbed his muzzle made red. "Good boy! Did you get your fill huh?" she grinned rubbing his belly as he got against her almost knocking her over whining. She grinned and kissed his head between his ears he whined more but his tail wagged. Nightfell got her piece then Ghost, the others getting their share. They also got praises and touches from her. "If you are ever stranded they might be your only help, but why help you, aye you've raised them but if you don't show them trust, love and praise them and show you're proud why should they of you?" She asked as she stood. So soft spoken but with authority Robb felt a shiver down his spine at the entire scene. Her father introduced her as Ser Aerynnessa Rhyldrin the wolf tamer and Bannerman of Shield Island. A Female…Knight. Arya stared at her with complete hero worship in her eyes. "Just because I'm a knight doesn't mean I can't be a lady, I just prefer not to travel like one." She gave a smirking smile it was roughish yet lit up her features making her even look younger. Meeting the Starks, Nightfell moved brushing Grey Wind he nosed the wolf back. "Wait is yours a boy or girl?" Arya asked unable to contain her question.
She didn't mind at all. "Nightfell is a she and a Lupa, she has no Ulfric, both are the pack leaders followed by the Alpha's and the Beta's." Arya smiled going into a string of questions, to which Aerynnessa answered as well as Bran's. Robb smiled offering his hand to Nightfell and the wolf sniffed at his loved hand to bite his fingers but not hard, Just hard enough to pull the glove off. "Hey!" He chuckled as she whined and moved into his bare touch. "She likes the touch of a real hand to the glove." Aerynnessa said as she joined his side. Robb smiled to her and she smiled back looking at Grey Wind. He wagged his tail going to her for immediate attention and he got it.
Robb watched her move and use her knives and skin the cat with the rangers. Talking with them. Robb watched how she talked to others bellow her station. Looking at her one would think she was of their station, conversation so easily exchanged. Lord Farren smiled as he watched Robb. "She's different young Stark. I hope you don't mind that." Robb smiled at him, he didn't mind it truthfully. Robb found her later in the Tiltyard. She had two strange swords and was using one, sparring with one of their own. She had fat footwork, another came at her she threw herself forward the sword glanced off across her back and her second sword was out. Parrying both simultaneously, looking up across the blade slowly. Eyes so serious. Arya had snuck off with Bran to watch. Gripping the rail as they did a bit. Robb watched seeing that look, she moved suddenly attacking them both, twisting around head butting one breaking his nose as she sheathed her sword in time to parry the other. Stepping into him again the attack on. Reversing her bladed parrying as sparks went but so did his blade, two pieces hitting the snow. Disarmed and on the ground her sword in his face, her other braced along her arm behind her at the second man's heart. Frozen with his knife raised. She moved suddenly dropping her swords as they sheathed into the ground.
Disarming the second of his knife as he cried out. She struck him and he fell back. Hooking something it was a shield. She used it almost like a battering ram and proved dangerous despite her small stature. The momentum sending the man up and over her shield to land hard on the ground. One sword regained from the ground braced with the shield. Power, skill, confidence…a wolf. No a war Phoenix. "Born from ashes we fly." Robb whispered. The little sparing duel was soon over and she the only one standing even against some of the Stark Men. Theon had come up beside him, having been watching further back as she sheathed her swords. "I overhead Lord Farren s trying to match her to a Stark." Robb blinked and then fought a blush, he was the only one of marrying age. Looking at Aerynnessa he felt a strange skip in his heart.
She was wild, smart, and beautiful. Though he wanted to eat those words when he saw her come down for dinner that night. She wore a silver and red dress with embroidered shields done in accented gold that became the phoenix. Her hair fully down went past her waist. Glimmering like true fire. Features even softer now, vibrant like her eyes. Form fitted. This time he could not stop the blush. Coming to the high table, Robb stood pulling out her chair. "Thank you,," she gave him a personal smile that he then returned. Sitting beside her and as he sat with her he accidentally reached for the same thing, there fingers brushed. She held in a shiver but smiled, blushing a little, he caught it and couldn't hide the slight slip of his own. Fingers and hand brushing the others and for once Robb hopped Theon's words were true, wanting to know her…know his Aerynnessa. Blushing harder and glad he was looking at her when he did to realize in his mind he had called her his.