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⠀                      A  LION  RAISED  BY  WOLVES

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ DUNAMIS δύναμις ⁽ ⁿᵒᵘⁿ ⁾   ,      POWER.  POTENTIAL.    ABILITY.     /    char thread 
          	  
          	      ⠀⠀⠀ᴵᴺᵀᴬᴿᵀᴱ,     THE   DAUGHTER  OF  THE  NATION,           HEIR  OF  THE  STORM    BRINGER,  SANKTA  FORTUNA  STYLIANOS    :       ‘   blood of my blood.    ’        ⭑       tied  to  the  Arts  of  Artemis  lore  circa  2024       REWRITTEN  by  bree  est  2024       original   muse created  02282025
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saintsay

⠀                      A  LION  RAISED  BY  WOLVES

saintsay

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ DUNAMIS δύναμις ⁽ ⁿᵒᵘⁿ ⁾   ,      POWER.  POTENTIAL.    ABILITY.     /    char thread 
            
                ⠀⠀⠀ᴵᴺᵀᴬᴿᵀᴱ,     THE   DAUGHTER  OF  THE  NATION,           HEIR  OF  THE  STORM    BRINGER,  SANKTA  FORTUNA  STYLIANOS    :       ‘   blood of my blood.    ’        ⭑       tied  to  the  Arts  of  Artemis  lore  circa  2024       REWRITTEN  by  bree  est  2024       original   muse created  02282025
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activscenev

you rarely ride these days,

saintsay

[it’s an act of rebellion: a curl, a single curl. is pulled from the style her mother insisted she wears for the night.  /tonight/.   the dallens were having a dinner with therra’s family and she was expected to be there. not to support her brother and what would soon be the union of him and the girl but because she was a dallen,        and it would look inadequate for her seat at the table to be missing]  i’m too busy to ride   [the muscles of her cheeks drop and the smile disappears,      practiced again and again in the mirror until it’s perfected,    not too welcoming and not too fake.      it’s exchanged for whenever the pair would pass a fellow dragoneir.     little moments like this makes clea wish she was all but seen──invisible]    or so my father says    /  @activscenev
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activscenev

yggdra’s missed airgead more these past few days than usual,    y’know?
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saintsay

          
          
          
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          ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀  ⠀　⠀　mulier convertit lupum,

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⠀⠀  ⭑   ⁽ ᴵᴺᵀᴬᴿᵀᴱ ⁾ :  Clea Marcella Dallen  ⠀ ΣΠΙΤΙ ΤΟΥ ΛΙΟΝΤΑΡΙΟΥ  [ class of '76,    guerriers era   circa 2019,    via bree,  viewed as matilda de angelis
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⠀⠀  ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀THEY WERE A BREATH OF FRESH AIR. a safe place where she was neither a “Dallen” or “Daughter of Fenrir”. Just Clea.  “cece”.    So of course her father was furious when she had decided to marry Cedric Fraser.  Even her mother had spoken out against it.   They have said words so hurtful she could not bear the thought of seeing their faces nor hearing their apologies. 
            ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀THE FRASERS welcomed her with open arms, though.     Clea and Cedric Married  In December of 1979,   Nine months later,  The Frasers would welcome a baby girl into their small,  beautiful family.  A daughter she would promise to protect, and allow her the opportunities she could never have.    A daughter she would raise in the likeness of her father.       And,  a daughter she would lose in the war..  
            
            ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀Sansa.
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saintsay

⠀⠀  ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ BUT FENRIR WASN’T fond of the Fraser boy.   Her mother was otherwise indifferent but she wasn’t quick to speak on her support for him,  either.    Her brother Cahelum was already betrothed to  Therra, a woman of beauty and equal stature.  Wulfric was not yet of age── but she was certain her parents had already been searching the moment he learned how to walk and talk and write.  
            ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀SO THE IDEA OF WANT FOR SOMEONE LIKE CEDRIC,  was worse than treason.  and she knew her relationship with her parents  and by extension her family, would be tarnished.      There was something she felt with the Frasers that lacked with her own relatives.    
            ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ FROM MRS AGRIPPINA FRASER’S kind smile and plump hands teaching Clea how to properly knead dough, to Mr Charlus Fraser wondrous stories as a dragon knight before he was forced into early retirement from a fluke gone wrong (ironic).  With them,  she felt at home.  A feeling she has never felt all those years living in the Dallen Estate. Where the expanse of land reached farther than her eyes could reach and the manor looked as aged as the Beowulf Palace.
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salvague

not so brave when you're alone?  where's your dragon.

salvague

@valhalkyrie,       all in good fun.    (brows quirk up,)      but,  i'd be foolish to insult such a house.  you forget that i'm apart of this very family,  my head was already on their platter centuries ago.    (a laugh follows,  a mere shrug as he knew sansa's innate urge to dig underneath his scales.  perhaps to see if he really truly had the flesh of a man,  or if he was just as much evil as she'd think he was.)    is it?  i didn't think it could amuse you so.  it seems you still behave like a child,  hm?
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saintsay

@salvague       look at you.   [she gestures to all of him]    you speak so lowly of house beowulf and where does that get you?       ..  running \errands\   for one —— and scurrying for his help whenever conflict in your waters arises [of course she has known about the pirates and him asking Nathaniel for help.  it was discussed with the council and dragon knights were deployed to have the brewing threat dealt with.   the pirates sailed their ships away at the first sight of dragons and they have been their for weeks time before returning.]     hilarious.
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salvague

@valhalkyrie,     a favour i owe.  unfortunately,    (he massages the growing wrinkle between his brows.  although he's quick to smile again,)    why,  is it so strange?
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salvague

are you running again,  sansa?  how improper of you to greet a guest like this.

salvague

@valhalkyrie,        am i meant to do anything else but annoy you?    (a grin on his lips,  head tilting as dark hair drapes across his shoulders.)
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saintsay

@salvague  and now the oceans are ceaselessly drying up.         [he really did have a way of being a pest.  with every step, every attempt to find her way a foot or two ahead of him,  he always was quickly behind her——like a cat. or a snake.   both she didn’t quite like]        you’re so..     /annoying/
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salvague

@valhalkyrie,        the water's are unforgiving.  before land,  there were oceans and the sky.    (the serpent muses,  following alongside her.)     i wasn't asking for one.
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draqbrat

i was only..    ten minutes late?

draqbrat

nothing,     nothing.      i’m good!    i just got caught up in a few things and come on..    you know i’d never be late to a game.   especially against the wolves.
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saintsay

@kismetil,        any later and the wolves would’ve won if this was an actual game.      what’s the matter with you?     you’re never late for practice.
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