#wolfmaiden

[xxlilredshewolfxx]

Jon's momma and poppa 🥹🥹🥹🥹 if only they had overthrown the mad king and raised Jon as a Targaryen 🙂‍↕️🥺😢

Rhaegar and Lyanna by AlcoholicRattleSnake

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The Wolfmaidens Synopsis and Magic System

Hey guys,

Here is another idea I have on the back burner that wanted share with all of you. It's an all-female Anthropomorphic Wolf version of The Witcher which is it's main inspiration.

[lionxqueen]

Plotted starter for @maegtig

Lyanna was not having a good day, not what so ever. She was the youngest child of Lord Rickard, the former Lord of Winterfell, and a sister to the current Lord and warden of the North, though her youthful age made her almost a peer of his children. Lord Edard, her dear brother Ned, had always had as soft spot for his baby sister, hence why she managed to avoid numerous marriage proposals over the last couple of years. But, even Ned’s patience had its limits, and Lya was already in her early twenties, well past the time for marriage. They argued bitterly, which led to her storming out into the castle’s courtyard leaving her brother mid-sentence.

In truth, Lyanna was too fond of her current life in Winterfell, her days usually were spent ridding through the Wolfswood carelessly, and jesting with her nephews. Even if they were a couple of years younger, Robb and Jon were her best friends in the castle. Even Theon was good fun to be around, albeit his at times suggestive and inappropriate comments. Robb would reprimand him each time, but Lyanna always gave as well as she got, and telling Robb she can take care of herself. Jon and his best friend Magni were a different story though. Jon was pretty quiet to begin with, having been the bastard of the castle, and always trying to hide from Lady Catelyin, whose scornful eyes were constantly on the poor boy whenever he was around. It was precisely for that reason that Lyanna was close to the boy, and she was grateful he has found a friend in the other boy who was also a Snow, like himself.

She often spared with the two, and on occasion when she felt particularly troublesome, she smuggled a couple of flagons of wine from the kitchens and the three would share them in the goodswood, laughing at one thing or another together.

Now, she needed to find something to distract her, and she walked towards the armory on instinct, hoping to swing her sword against a practice dummy at least if no one was around. There was no law of Gods or man that stated she had to marry against her will, and she would rather run away from Winterfell than agree to that. Once she got the negative, fierce energy out, she would go back to Ned and present her case, more peacefully. Deep down she hoped his heart would gladden again, so that he would give this silly notion of marrying her off up.

Once she entered the armory, she halted as her eyes met with Magni returning swords back, she imagined Ser Rodrik tasked him with it. Her anger subsided a bit at the sight of the kind-hearted boy. “I see Ser Rodrik keeps you busy, per usual.” Lyanna’s voice was shaky from her rage, even if she tried sounding friendly towards Magni. “Mind handing me my sword, I have a quarrel with one of the practice dummies.” She joked, extending her hand.

[cartoonsforlife]

Such an elegant couple! 🥰❤💗

🚫DON'T TRACE/USE MY ART🚫

[awolfmaiden-archived-blog]

she arrives CLOAKED in forest green, sat gracefully upon a horse -- elegant and skilled as she was in her youth -- curls peeking beneath her hood -- the indication of her northern crown. it was lyanna by a glance -- anyone who had known her years before could recognize that head of messy curls, the frosted grey of her eyes. she ignores the muttered whispers, the stares which follow her as she strides past winterfell’s gates -- gaze searching every face for one that may matter. she see’s him -- standing admist the width of winterfell’s doors, frown etched upon his features, eyes unbelieving of the sight others had whispered upon his ears. smile dares to touch her lips then, hopping off the back of the horse's back, daring not to rush towards her brother, knowing far too well his unwillingness to believe -- all these years, after all, they had told him she was dead 

❝  ned.  ❞  she breathes, his name falling off her tongue in an eased whisper, smile widening at the familiar taste of the northern air   ❝  you haven't changed a bit... ❞  eyes sting as tears begin to form despite her chuckle, attempting to make light of the fierce air he brought forth -- even in their distance, threatning to push her back into death's sweet rumors.  //  @handofhonor  ♡ ‘d

[ask-fablestuck]

“Many years ago, there lived an ancient clan of foxes that have been here much longer before the humans have settled into this area. They were the Vantases and are the most powerful beings in the forest that still remain at the top due to their strength and magical abilities. Secondary to them lived another clan, The Megidos, The Clan of Wolves. They harnessed almost the same powers and strength but they lived farther away.

At some point in time they had dueled for gaining complete power over the natural kingdom, but seeing as they balance each other out, there was no possible way of winning. After coming to a draw, they agreed that they would split it. The Vantases would rule one side while the Megidos ruled the other. From that point on their respect for each other has increased to a point where they considered themselves as one family, even if they had different last names.

3 years later after the duel, the humans had arrived. At first, the Vantases and The Megidos were wary of the newcomers but decided to give them a chance as they observed from afar. They watched as we began to build up our kingdoms and civilizations.

A few months later humans have reported seeing them in the forest. After their King (your Mother’s ancestor) heard about them, he ventured alone into the forest to meet with them. He spoke with both leaders and assured them that they mean no harm to them. They chatted for a while to get to know one another before forming an alliance. The forest creatures and the humans now worked together so they would live and prosper

After the King passed on, that is when your mother had taken over, around the same time new leaders of the clans have stepped up as well. Like her father, she met with them and both parties congratulated one another. With the alliance still in place, there came a very important time. A gem in the Peixes kingdom has been born, that gem was you, princess.

As you know, Your mother had taken care of you until you were three, that is when she struggled with her duties as a queen and had to deal with other kingdoms. She asked for help from the forest and that’s when you were given your---” “My babysitt-er...” Feferi spoke softly as she remembered all the times she had with her babysitter. “Yes.. your babysitter...” “W)(o was )(-e?”  “Your baby sitter went by the name of Signfox, He was the ruler of the Vantas clan at that time. Being a very close friend to your mother, he offered to watch over you while she was away” “But w)(o watch-ed th-e for-est?” “The Megido’s ruler of that time, Wolfmaiden” “W)(at )(app-en-ed n-ext?” Rose looked weary as she hesitated to answer the princess’s question. Feferi saw this and became worried. “Ros-e...?” Rose heavily sighed then continued. “..... No one knows why your mother came to this decision but...-” Feferi’s eyes widened, she couldn’t believe it, she just couldn’t. The war her mother was in, it couldn’t possibly have been the one that drove the forest’s ruler into seeking revenge, it just couldn’t be! “Wait, no... No t)(is can’t b-e! Mom would n-ev-er--!” “Princess! Please... I know it’s going to be hard to take in but please... You need to know this...” Feferi nodded slowly as she remained quiet. Rose continued once more. “When you were six... Your mother declared war on them... Like the people have told you... many families were slaughtered during the fight...” Feferi was on the brink of tears. This was her Mother’s war. “....W)(at )(app-en-ed to Signfox? W)(at )(app-en-ed to )(is family....?” “.... Signfox had been killed during the fight... as for his clan... they were brought to near extinction... The only survivors were his two pups who had both witnessed his death. His elder son Kankri Vantas, and his younger, Karkat Vantas.” “No...” Feferi choked, tears rolled down her cheeks as she continued to listen. “The Megidos had gotten there just in time to herd everyone to safety... Then, of course, the flash happened.... That is when your mother had disappeared...” After hearing this, Feferi has started to put two and two together. “..... T)(-en... T)(e v-eng-eful rul-er you m-ention-ed e-arli-er...” “Yes... He is Karkat...” “W)(at?! But w)(at about )(is broth-er?!” “Unfortunately he had fallen ill from the war and had passed on.” “W)(at )(app-en-ed to WolfMaid-en?” Feferi asked anxiously “She was also killed in the war. She as well had two pups, Damara Megido, and Aradia Megido. After Kankri’s passing Damara had killed herself, unable to bear living without her ‘brother’. Aradia and Karkat had stepped up to their thrones early on after their elder sibling’s passing.” Rose sighed as she put away her glass orb. She felt sorrowful for her friend not knowing this. Feferi sat in silence. looking down at the floor as tears dripped onto her nightgown.

[artofjavierpina]

Here’s a picture of the wolf maiden tattoo. Thanks for looking. Have a great weekend. #bng#bnginksociety #blackandgrey #wolf#wolfmaiden #canogaparktattoos #topangacanyon #nathanstattoosandpiercings #thedolorosa #dolorosatattoo #studiocity #venturablvd#javierpinatattoo #javstertattoo (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq2d3jmFEMi/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6isr677b96v

[wolfmaiden-blog]

then|now

[thrynnie]

I have some pretty awesome coworkers at the cafe, this is one of them! Moretta and her cat, babykat! her afro is a thing of legend~

[alcoholicrattlesnake]

Rhaegar and Lyanna by AlcoholicRattleSnake

[awolfmaiden-archived-blog]

there was a sense of HEARTBREAK around lyanna, even as she stood there, crowned queen of the andals -- her heart was heavy. perhaps, it was due to the distance of her only child -- perhaps, because she married the man she hated -- despite the lengths she’s gone through to keep her FREEDOM. even as brienne approached, frosted hues refused to lift -- so focused on the silken dress she was forced to wear -- missing the touch of winter furs and the sword she so often kept at her hip. this woman she was -- it wasn’t her, but a mask to appease the man she called ‘husband’... 

--  and yet, there was something about the woman’s voice, some tone she’d recognize to be so like her own, that brought her eyes to lift. and there, she saw her. brienne of tarth -- cloaked in armor, wearing her STRENGTH as a badge of honor. there, before her eyes, was everything she had wished for and everything she had longed to be. how hard it was to pull her eyes away, so locked on the woman knelt before her husband -- wishing a moment to speak with his queen. greyed eyes pull from the woman’s silver to robert, gentle hand resting upon his shoulder.  ❝  kneeling can come later, lady brienne.  ❞  voice calls from behind the throne, lips curled in a smile.  ❝  nor do you need my husbands permission to approach. come -- let us talk. leave my husband to his duties and his follies.  ❞  a stab, yes -- made directly at her husband’s expense -- but when would he dare to argue with her? each horrid word she spoke ignored for the light of her beauty. how HORRIBLE it was to be ignored by a man who claimed to love her. 

graceful steps lead the queen down each step, pausing at the woman’s side, frosted eyes kind as they rest upon her every feature -- bruised from years of service and courage.  ❝  shall we go?  ❞ // @sapphireoath  ♡ ‘d

[awolfmaiden-archived-blog]

❝  my, how you’ve grown!  ❞  exclaims the winter’s lady, grin wider than ever, delighted by the sight of her grandchildren. it would seem her beauty (once a troublesome piece of her childhood) had transcend time -- touched her son, kissed the cheeks of his children. gods, how beautiful they were. fingers comb through the girl’s hair -- dark curls weaving through slender fingers, delicate braids adorning her head -- a princess’ crown, she’s sure -- placed by her mother.  ❝  you, my sweet girl, are far too beautiful for this world.  ❞  the curve of her palm rests behind the girls head, tugging her close -- just enough for tender lips to meet the tip of her head. the god’s have seen to give her yet another gift -- for her family to grow -- and lyanna to live to see it. 

@roseguided  ♡ ‘d

[awolfmaiden-archived-blog]

❝  is this...what you want? truly?  ❞  she questions in a soft whisper, child clutched to her chest, fingers softly caressing the shape of his head -- soft and round, still VULNERABLE to the world -- and their marriage. eyes lift, brows shaped in concern -- disbelief widening frosted hues -- how could it be that he’d want her over the ever BEAUTIFUL elia? jon over his two children -- named after his family’s liking. it was...unbelievable, certainly. a dream, perhaps? no. jon was far too real to be a dream... but what was it about her that led the prince to keep her near? could it be -- truly what he said it to be -- love? is that what love is? lyanna thought it to be something far different -- something similar to the love she felt for the babe cradled in her arms. or was a love between a man and woman different than that of a mother and child? 

gaze lingers upon her dragon prince, wondering if she should feel the need to PROTECT him as she does with jon -- if she should be enthralled with the shape of his jaw as she is with jon’s round and rosy cheeks. attention pulls to his hair -- silver and glistening in the light of a happy sun -- beautiful. yes... she did so admire his hair, at least. stare lowers to her son, gripping with his weakened grip at her chest, lips instantly curling into a smile at the sight -- such a beautiful boy...  ❝  ...it is HARD to believe it is...  ❞ //  @rhaegxr​  ♡ ‘d

[awolfmaiden-archived-blog]

eyes roll in the direction of that familiar STING -- she’s been facing it for years, back since the day her ‘husband’ named her queen. a grand misunderstanding no one wished to truly comprehend -- they would forever see her as the woman who tore a marriage apart -- threw kids from their beds to send back to the sands that was their homeland. but none --no one would dare to listen to the true tale of the dragon prince and the WOLF GIRL. 

a heavy sigh falls from her lips, resolve steeling as attention turns to face the culprit -- a gorgeous woman, painted in gold -- the depth of her earthy eyes (though narrowed in dislike towards the wolf maiden) their own world, tempting to draw lyanna deep within. to loose herself within her glare. gaze wanders over the other, lips lift in a smirk -- hard to contain oneself when in the presence of a woman as BEAUTIFUL as she. 

❝  should you have something to say, my lady -- i suggest you speak. such a SCORNFUL look is far from befitting of your beauty.  ❞ // @qveendcms​  ♡ ‘d

[awolfmaiden-archived-blog]

❝  you think the north would send someone far more entertaining than i --  ❞  she speaks firmly, gaze having yet to leave those roaring in LAUGHTER at empty joys, gaze having yet to pull to the man approaching her -- the lonesome LYANNA STARK lost in her mind.  ❝  instead they send me. brooding in a corner -- how better am i than the dear lord eddard stark?  ❞  finally a smile cracks her lips, a soft chuckle falling from her lips -- attention finally resting upon the man besides her.  ❝  surely you’re here to WARN me? lyanna, my dear -- you’ll say --- you’re turning into ned right before my eyes.  ❞ //  @tyrelliae​  ♡ ‘d

[awolfmaiden-archived-blog]

gaze emptied and tired, rest upon some silver trinket before her -- hand resting upon her child’s head -- resting lovingly upon her lap. her sweetest jon, holding her heart within his palms, keeping her captive here in kings landing -- at his father’s side. how she LONGED for the wilderness, the frosty air of the north -- there was only so much she was allowed to do now. couldn’t enjoy the hunt -- though occasionally rhaegar gifted her in some sword play -- recognizing the wild nature beneath her ‘beauty’. still -- dresses and gold were far from FREEDOM. 

fingers pause, lost in soft curls as frosted hues lift from her child’s small head to the woman quickly approaching, smile curling her lips. and lyanna mirrored the curl, though far from genuine -- far from happy.  ❝  ...how do you manage so well, mother?  ❞  her voice is broken -- no longer holding the strength of the wolf -- the wolf maiden’s HOWL long gone... gaze pulls away from the beautiful woman before her, lost in the treetops miles from her window.  ❝  haven’t you ever wished to...flee? run into the woods -- and never come back...  ❞  // @mothertrgryen  ♡ ‘d