#ynot vhagar | visenya speaks

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@allthatglxtters (Maul & Visenya)

Visenya had always embodied her house's words. Fire and Blood. It was why she had always dressed ready for war at home. She projected the strength of House Targaryen, she made those hesitate to speak up against her or her siblings because they knew what she'd do. What she had done to secure the strength of House Targaryen to be the most powerful house in all of Westeros. Here, her strength was not needed. Her fire, was a problem. It boiled underneath her skin, turning her flesh red hot until she released it all on an unsuspecting target. She was never meant for peace, she was a warrior without a cause. When the violent temptations boiled to close to her skin, she found now the safest route for anyone was for her to vanish up into the hiking trails and just let loose her inner dragon. Visenya had been balancing a handful of daggers and embedding them with almost perfect aim into the base of a tree. She spun around to add a bit of flare, when another figure emerged in her clearing too close to her target. Thankfully her blade found its mark. Her eyes narrowing on the other. "You are flirting with danger standing so close to my target." Visenya called out moving closer, but sider stepping the stranger entirely to retrieve her blades.

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"Pity, I found violence solves many problems way faster then words." Visenya replied with a soft shrug of her shoulders. "Oh yeah, employment." She forgot that concern existed now. A worry she had never had experienced herself, so she supposed the other did the sensible reaction. "Well, I have no qualms or ties to this establishment. So if you need someone to learn manners. I don't mind volunteering."

.｡.:*☆ Amy looked over at the woman as she spoke and tried to hold back a chuckle. "I am usually not the one for violence usually. Even when some people might deserve it," She then added, shrugging ehr shoulders. "Not to mention, it would only get me fired. And while this job is not the best, I do neet it. A girl has to eat, after all."

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almost everybody who meets you wants to kill you. ( alys and anyone ) @tragcdyfallen

Visenya simply shrugged her shoulders at the others statement, "It bothers me not the will of others." She admitted honestly, "Many have tried to end my life, none have succeeded yet." She knew the threat that existed on her head and the head of every Targaryen to ever be born. They were the last dragon riders, they were the Conquerors who turned enemies into allies. Their very existence was at risk if it wasn't for the Dragons that loved them all so.

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@tragcdyfallen Rhaenys & Visenya

Visenya had noticed the other before the other was quite aware of her existence. Her face, even the side of it made the gaping wound in her heart ache. A pain she had tried to bury alongside the Dornish countryside following her death. She had been careful with her steps, the magic of this land still held a veil over her own mind. She could feel it clouding her earliest memories of Dragonstone, mixing them with the memories of a normal rather boring existence within Ivy Cove. She did not know if this same magic still held sway over the other, or if the other was simply a conjuration of some of her deepest desires to be reunited with her sister following her death. The warrior stalked forward, while the sister in side of her wept. The Old Gods had not been kind to Visenya's bloodline, no, but they loved Rhaenys. They always had, perhaps they brought her back once more. "Hāedar." She spoke with a firm tone to her voice. High Valyrian rolling off her tongue like spun gold, her baby sister. A phrase she hadn't used in years. A hand reached out to touch the others shoulder, to bring them face to face. Purple hues to purple hues. There she would discern if her sister recognized her or not. If this was all a wonderful gift or just another cruel joke.

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@signcfthetiimes (Visenya + Rhaenyra )

"lykirī  vhagar ." Visenya soothed, as her hands cupped the muzzle of the dragon before her. Pressing her forehead into her the top of the Dragon's massive head. When Visenya's memories had returned, Vhagar was the first from home to find her. As loyal as ever. Her oldest ally, her own siblings not included. Her ears twitched at the sound near by, pivoting quickly on her heels. Visenya never truly felt safe without night sister, but Vhagar at her back would do just fine. "It is not safe to sneak up on a Dragon and their rider." She warned, her lavender eyes examining the other closely. She quickly noted the Targaryen features of the other, but not one feature struck a familiar cord. She, however, for a second thought perhaps she was looking at her own sister Rhaenys. "Who are you?" she questioned, "And I would be careful on how you answer, Vhagar quite enjoys eating those who lie to her Queen."

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@tcrturedpcet (Aegon & Visenya) @tcrturedpcet

Visenya had rode alongside Balerion enough to recognize the black dread from any height. Urging Vhagar lower, she descended quickly. The flap of Vhagar's wings distressing even the trees near the clearing. "Gīda Vhagar." (calm vhagar) She soothed sliding down the side of her trusted mounts wing. Her eyes carefully on her brothers dragon. The warrior was no fool, she'd never approach the Dragon without Aegon at her side to guide her. Her and her siblings dragons were rather picky when it came to who they let upon their backs. "Aegon." She called out, bringing her hands up to cup her mouth to extend her voice farther. She stood her ground when her voice stirred the beast in front of her. Careful not to show fear, after all in her youth she spent many a trips aboard her brothers Dragon. Aboard Meraxes as well. She wondered if Vhagar and Balerion mourned her loss as heavily as Rhaenys was . "Skoriot iksos ziry." (where is he) She questioned toward Balerion. Her eyes carefully studying the dragon before her to see if he'd motion her in the right direction. After all. A dragon only listened if you spoke to it in High Valyrian.

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"I'm no dreamer, but we do have phones now that connect to the internet." She explained finishing the braid. Her brother had been the dreamer, at least one solid dream. One that Rhaenys died for. "I take it your mother is no longer with us?" She questioned curiously, letting the other lead the discussion. It wasn't like Visenya was known for being the conversationalist of her siblings. She was renowned as a terror for a reason. "You might find her on this island, I've ran into someone I thought was long dead, you might get lucky." She pulled out a small mirror to examine her work, the last thing she needed to do was chop her hair off following a dragon ride.

.｡.:*☆ "Do not think I have ever lived on an island before, really." And sure, weather in Asgard had also been rough, at times. And Thor had learned here on Earth, it was the same, more or less. But that did not mean he was able to read the weather, or whatever those people did who always made those forecasts on the TV new programs.

"And while I am able to do many things, looking into the future is not one of them," He added, frowning. "My mother has been able to, though. Seeing the future, I mean." And no, Thor had no idea why he was bringing this up now. Maybe because he had lost everyone he could call his family, at this point.

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Visenya had scoured the entire damn frozen tribe for Vhagar and had come up empty handed. The tension and anger she carried within her was only amplified when she could not find her sister either. A frustration she shouldn't take out on the other, but his question caused a glare that she couldn't mask. "I hate it here." Was all the came from her mouth. A whirl of water swirling around her finger tips as her emotions raised.

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.｡.:*☆ It was not that Leo was not used to have roommates. Like, it was what he had in camp for many years. And it had not always been easy there either, with personalities chlashing and all. And here.... well, here it was also about the fact that they were all stuck in a place none of them wished to be at. Even when it surely could have been worse. From what Leo had learned, they all had food, clothes, and a roof over their heads. But still, it did not chance the fact that no one really chosed to live here. Yet, he was trying his best to be optimistic. Like, what else was there left to do, right?

So, Leo smiled when hearing the other entering their shared space. "Hey," He smiled and looked up from his book. "Hope you had a good day. How are things going?"

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"I was not going to ask." Visenya stated simply. "If you needed to break a man's nose, then it was justified in my book." Visenya wasn't a fan of the cold that came with her new city. She hadn't flown north during the original war for this very reason. She would adapt, however, it was what she was trained to do.

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.｡.:*☆ "I am fine...." Catra muttered while wiping the tissue over her lip to clean herself up again.

"Just a minor cut. And I broke the guy's nose in return, so I guess we are sort of even now." Not that Catra really cared about any of that. The other had pissed her off. And also had decided to just keep poking her untill she would snap eventually. As if suddenly being stuck in this weird world was not bad enough already. Catra did not like it here. Like, yes, sure, exploring the world was what she'd wanted. But with being about to go where she wanted whenever she wanted. To decide such things herself. And now.... now she also had no clue what to do so she could leave again anytime soon...

"And before you ask - Yes. he actually deserved what he was getting."

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Visenya raised a brow at the other. "You are a stronger women then I." She admitted honestly, "I would have made him choke on his own words by making him eat his own teeth." Visenya never took disrespect well, it was a blessing she wasn't placed in customer service as her job in her fake life.

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.｡.:*☆ "you know, only because I am a waitress, you really have no right to treat me like that...." But the man wasn't even listening, and Amy was talking to thin air when turning around to het the table cleaned up. It did not mean that peoplen weren't staring already, though. Not that Amy cared much. She could not just stay silent when things like that happened. Rory would have been proud. Most likely.

"Well, so much about that..." She frowned while picking up a half empty glass of cheap wine. "And he didn't even left me a good tip..."

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Visenya paused for a moment to let her sisters words resonate in her core, a single piercing cry echoing from the clouds as her pain mixed with Vhagar. Even though she had been rewarded with her sister. Vhagar had to re-mourn the loss of Meraxes. Visenya's eyes lifted from her sister to the sky. "Vhagar is never too far from me since arriving here." She admitted kindly. "I believe she missed me, even if she's never been too far from me." She didn't say these things to seem as if she was bragging. Visenya and Vhagar's bond was so different from Rhaenys and Meraxes. Rhaenys was born of the sky. She spent more time on dragon back then either other Conquer. Visenya spent more time training and fighting. Vhagar and her were weapons, there flying was crude and militaristic. There was an art to seeing Rhaenys in the sky. "Do you wish to see her?" She questioned, a kind offer. An offer that she would always extend to her sister.

It was a warm embrace that melts away the trepidation. No longer a slave to the unknown when her sister has finally arrived. Visenya had always been a whirlwind, causing destruction in her wake. Destruction that benefited the Targaryen reign. Her older sister was a queen and even these years apart has not dulled her crown. Rhaenys returns the affection with a laugh embedded with relief. The conquering queens reunited in a new realm, she wasn't sure how this would end. Hopefully not in fire.

Perhaps morbid, she was gladdened to hear of Hellholt's demise. She hadn't been able to finish the job but she knew her siblings would rain fire upon them all. Fears have militarized now that her death was true. Though she only found fear for what Aegon and Visenya endured after she was gone. Or Aenys. Rhaenys shut her eyes the moment their foreheads touched, a Targaryen habit they will never break. Her sister's connection through the simple act steadied her, " Meraxes is not here. I have searched for days and I have given up my hopes. So now I must turn my hopes to that of those where Meraxes is delighting the heavens. " Her sentiments felt like ash in her mouth, she missed her dragon and flying within the clouds. Her expression turning somber, " Vhagar? Is she with you? "

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"I find myself inclined to agree." Visenya admitted, walking toward the other and removing her daggers as she sized up the other before her. Her mind thinking of at least three ways she could get the upper hand if needed. "This Island is too soft." Visenya had been bred for war, for conquest. She was stifled in times of peace, she often felt like it should have been her who perished in Dorne. Not Rhaenys. At least she would have died a warriors death. Instead of atrophying next to a throne. She twisted one of the daggers between her fingers, at his next comment. "I never miss my target." She stated proudly, with a signature Targaryen arrogance that long existed within their line. "I could give you a trim though, if you so wished." She shot back motioning to the top of his head. Squinting one eye as she assessed the target.

Maul found that he was restless here in Ivy Cove. Yes he had a life, and a new form, but there was no purpose or direction in his life. The rage and vengeance that had consumed him for decades was a fulfilled ember of his world, and now he was just...a relic. A monster for those who knew his name to be nervous around, but there wasn't a fight. Nothing for him to do or vengeance to achieve.

So his restlessness led him to explore, see what was on every corner of this isle and explore any secrets he could uncover. However he had yet to stumble upon anything of interest really when he appeared behind the woman's tree. He didn't pause in his step, knowing he could divert the dagger with ease if she hadn't met her mark and was pleased when she didn't hit him. "Flirting with danger is one of the more interesting activities here. So I certainly don't mind accidentally engaging in it. Congratulations on your good aim. My ankles are thankful."

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Visenya did not recognize the smaller golden dragon but it's appearance brought a smile to her face. "You must be one of my brother and sister's descendants." She didn't have any would claim direct descendance from her. Her son died with no heir. The history books that ended up on her front door had proven that. "I am." She offered a small bow of her head toward the other. A small courtesy Queen to Queen. "Well met, Queen Rhaenyra." She offered with a smile that could only be read as prideful on her face. "What is your Dragon's name." She questioned, Vhagar's head snaking down to be on level with Visenya's. Her hand reaching to scratch under her chin without her eyes leaving the fellow Targaryen Queen. "Quite a beautiful coloring for a smaller Dragon." She was curious as to why the Dragon was so small. Based off the other's age, Syrax should at the very least should be the size Vhagar was during the Conquest.

vhagar was unmissable in the skies, but it had admittedly been syrax who had noticed her old flying companion first. but gone were the days and memories rhaenyra had of flying alongside the giant dragon with laena on her back. with recent events, rhaenyra couldn't help but feel resentment when they saw the dragon. not for vhagar, but more for it's current rider. for it was only aemond rhaenyra blamed for luke's demise. she had commanded syrax to set her a little farther back, out of site of the other silver haired woman. but at the question of who they were, syrax flew overhead in answer, landing back behind rhaenyra as if on queue. "i know all to well of what that dragon can do," rhaenyra responded, holding their ground. "but you are not any of the riders of her i recognise." but with the mention of the word queen, rhaenyra could determine who the other woman was in front of her, considering vhagar had only ever had four riders. "i am queen rhaenyra targaryen. you are queen visenya, correct?"

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"That is the lot in life of anyone who has power. Most want it, others would sooner kill you for it, and very few actually respect it." Visenya replied, "So I care not how my demeanor may make others view me." Those who she cared for knew of her strength, knew of her capability of love. It did better for the image of House Targaryen to have had a warrior queen to compliment the calm beauty that was her other. "The gods do not favour me. Everything I have, I made for myself. If the gods will had been done, I'd have been ate as a child.." Someone had to be the monster in the history books, someone had to make their line feared. "Too many of my kin seem to give over to their fears because they were not taught the ways of Old. They were cradled in sturdy basinets and made to forget the truth of her our houses words."

Alys' smirk becomes more prominent whilst the other speaks. She has seen this woman's kind before- the blood of the dragon runs thick. " Yet, the others are still bothered by you. " Targaryens were a strange species, their arrogance could never be rivaled. Though she found entertainment in forcing their hands- their minds so easily played. Daemon and Aemond must share the blood of this woman. " The gods favor you, then. So many of your kin are blind. It did not bother them until it was too late. "

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Visenya was not soft, no that was Rhaenys. Yet here she was, her whole façade crumbled around her as she got to truly look upon her sister for the first time in too long. She took two steps forward, then three more before placing her hands on eitehr shoulder and pulling her in tight for a hug. Placing a kiss on the side of the others head. Perhaps the gods of old hadn't truly abandoned her lineage. Perhaps there was still some luck left in her life. "Aegon se nyke vēttan sure pōnta mirre zaltan." (Aegon and I made sure they all burned.). They couldn't take Dorne but they made sure the city where Rhaenys fell never forgot the slight they had committed against the Targaryen name. They suffered for the death of their sister and for the belief they could kill all their dragons. She pulled back and placed her hand on the side of the others neck and pressing her forehead into the other. "Is Meraxes.." She questioned in common tongue. A soft whisper as she assed her sisters state. If Visenya was a Dragon's fire, Rhaenys was the very song that Dragon sang. She lived for the sky, she could not imagine her sister grounded.

No dream could evoke the sights and sounds of this island. Knowing she wasn't asleep, certainly not within death's grasp. Rhaenys remembered Dorne and the scorpion striking their intended target. Then everything faded into darkness and she was swallowed whole. Meraxes is now lost to her, she assumed her brother and sister succumbed to the same fate. She hadn't seen them, she couldn't find them. Only the Old Gods knew how frantic her searching began. Silent resignation fills the hole in her heart for the missing links. The gods did love their schemes, perhaps this is the afterlife. Diabolical revenge for the dragons that flew too close to the sun.

Hearing the movement, Rhaenys tensed. She held no weapon, nor a dragon. Utterly defenseless, she tried to search for a branch. Though useless, it was something- but the tongue of their ancestors soothed her fire. " Mandia. " replying back in relief. For her, they had only spoken a year past. Time has passed them by, but the hand upon her shoulder is now in their present. Visenya's creation was formed from flames and fearlessness. This was her sister, a true dragon. Their brief separation would never burn out. A smirk cornering her lips, " Nyke hope ao zaltan pōntoma. " I hope you burned them all.

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Visenya had been preparing to make the hike toward the cave, when the knock had come at her door. She hadn't expected to find a soaked male standing there. "Are you not familiar with island life?" She questioned returning to her spot on the couch, her hands returning to the work of braiding her hair back against her scalp to protect it on the upcoming dragon ride. "Storms can be killer for the ill prepared. Island's lack the landmass to slow them down." Dragonstone had weathered it's fair share of storms in the Queen's long life upon its seat. She wondered if it was why so many dragons had found comfort on its shores. She knew Vhagar particularly enjoyed breaking a storm's peak and sailing just above so both could observe the lightening strikes. It had been a particularly fun game during sieges. Nothing struck fear in the small folk more then the sight of the shadow illuminated with nothing more then a single strike of lightening. A looming death sailing toward them with nothing they could do to prevent it.

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.｡.:*☆ "Well, thanks for the towel, I guess," Thor mused, glancing at the person who had allowed him to shelter in their place after the sky had been breaking open and it had been raining for hours on end. Making him getting wet to the bone of his way back from the beach. Which why he had sumply knocked on one of the doors of the places nearby. Hoping someone would be at home and willing to open it for him.

"Had no idea the weather here could get that bad, really."